After the divorce, I pursued the Ninth Prince 100 times.

Xie Tingyu ran all the way out of the palace, his court robes soaked with sweat and sticking to his body. But he didn't care at all, and couldn't even wait to get in the carriage. He untied the reins, jumped on the horse, and galloped towards Prince Jing's mansion.

But before he ran far, he was blocked by a black sedan not far ahead.

After seeing the black sedan clearly, no matter how anxious he was, he had to tighten the reins and stop.

"Nine Thousand Years Old, I have important matters to attend to at my residence. Please help me find an alternative route. I will personally visit your residence to express my gratitude another day!"

But the black sedan didn't move at all.

Xie Tingyu rode his horse back and forth dozens of times, getting angry, but the four sedan bearers still stood firmly in place, and it seemed that they had no intention of lifting the sedan at all.

His expression was extremely grim, but he could only ask again, "Nine Thousand Years Old, are you waiting for me here? Do you have any state affairs to discuss with me?"

After waiting for a long time, no one paid any attention to him.

"Nine thousand years old!" Xie Tingyu's voice was much louder.

"How dare you! My master is resting in the sedan chair, don't make any noise!" The sedan bearer on the front left side of the sedan half-drew the sword at his waist. Although his voice was restrained, his domineering power was fully revealed.

Xie Tingyu's face darkened, but his voice lowered considerably: "This prince indeed has something urgent to attend to and needs to return to the palace. The roads are crowded and too noisy. Could you please return to the palace to rest?"

But I was cursing in my heart, what a freak, choosing to rest on the road!

The sedan bearer put away his drawn sword and said, "Prince Jing seems to be a bit too nosy. My master can rest wherever he wants. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

"You..." Xie Tingyu took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, but he was helpless.

Jiu Qiansui likes to ride in a black sedan chair when he goes out. It is said that his four sedan chair bearers are all very powerful and have never been defeated in a fight.

Like their masters, they never reason with others. There are countless ministers in the court who have opinions about them, but they are helpless to do anything about them.

It was because, besides the immense power he held, the current emperor also trusted him immensely and spoiled him immensely. Any conflict with him was always his fault...

The sedan bearer on the right front kindly reminded: "I advise His Highness Prince Jing to change his route and return home. Don't delay His Highness's important business!"

Xie Tingyu's face turned pale.

This road is the shortest way back to the palace. If you change the route, you have to return along the original route and make a big circle, which is almost twice the current distance.

If I take this detour, I'm afraid...

But if we don't take a detour, staying here is not a solution either.

His eyes were gloomy. After taking a deep breath, he turned around and was about to leave.

Then a cold and indifferent voice came from inside the sedan chair.

"The Northern Yue people hate it most when they favor a concubine over their wife. I urge Prince Jing to always remember his place."

Xie Tingyu stiffened, but did not turn around, only coldly replying.

"I thank Your Majesty for your guidance."

After saying that, he flicked the reins and rode away quickly.

Just be patient for a few more years, just be patient for a few more years!

After Prince Jing rode away, the sedan chair left and slowly returned to Prince Li's mansion.

When the master returned home, the four sedan bearers gathered together.

"Why did the master go out of his way to block Xie Tingyu's way? And why did he say such a thing to him?"

"Oh, do you even need to ask? The master's heart is with the North Vietnamese. Xie Tingyu favored his concubine over his wife, violating North Vietnamese taboos. Isn't it normal for the master to reprimand him?"

"No, is it worth the master making a special trip just to Prince Jing?"

"You don't understand this, do you? I heard that in the court today, Princess Shen Nanxing, who married Prince Jing yesterday, said that she likes our master and wants to marry him! Although the master doesn't like her, since the girl has said such words, it is reasonable for her to help."

"..."

Leng Yue, who was hiding in the top of a big elm tree nearby, shook her head.

Four idiots!

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On the way, his grandfather was summoned away by imperial decree, and Shen Nanxing returned to the Marquis of Nanyang's residence alone, going straight to the Plum Garden.

She wanted to see her mother first.

As for that scoundrel Fu Jiuli rejecting her in court, she only held a 30% chance of success. But since His Majesty asked, she might as well be frank and tell him, after all, she wanted to express her feelings to him.

Just as I approached the plum garden, I heard a series of crackling sounds of things being thrown, mixed with a man's roar and a woman's crying.

"Shen Yuan, do you still have any conscience?" the woman cried miserably.

"Xu, I'm only informing you today, not discussing this with you. If you dare to ruin my plans, don't blame me for not honoring our past friendship!"

The man angrily threw his sleeves and left.

Before Shen Nanxing entered the door, he saw his father coming out of the yard and slamming the door.

Seeing her suddenly, the man was startled and obviously panicked: "Beiyue..."

As soon as he called out, he noticed her attire and remembered that this was his daughter Shen Nanxing who had just gotten married yesterday, not the Marquis's legitimate son Shen Beiyue.

Shen Yuan frowned, his attitude condescending: "You just married Prince Jing yesterday, why are you coming back today?"

Shen Nanxing only glanced at him calmly: "Father also knows that I married Prince Jing yesterday. Now I am also a royal woman. Why didn't you greet me when you saw me?"

Shen Yuan was immediately furious: "Even if you marry the king of heaven, you are still my daughter! Where in the world would a father bow to his daughter? It's a joke!"

"Alright, I have some important things to do. Please hurry back to Prince Jing's Mansion and stop causing trouble for me!"

After saying this, he didn't even look at his daughter and left without looking back.

Shen Nanxing could naturally guess where he was going in such a hurry.

In her previous life, not long after her wedding, her adoptive father promoted Aunt Qiu to the position of a co-wife, and from then on she was on equal footing with her mother.

Concubine Qiu's two children naturally became the legitimate sons and daughters of the Nanyang Marquisate. After she and her grandfather died, her half-brother also successfully inherited the title of Nanyang Marquisate...

She lowered her eyes to hide the hatred surging in them.

In this life, they won't get what they want...

Shen Nanxing pushed open the door and saw a mess.

Various porcelain and jade pieces were scattered on the ground, and the walls were stained with tea.

A woman in a pink tight dress was sitting on the ground, her hairpins and rings were all messed up, her face was covered with tear marks, and she looked extremely sad.

Shen Nanxing sighed and slowly walked over to the woman: "Mom, aren't you degrading yourself by imitating her dress?"

This dress looks extremely frivolous and is incompatible with Mrs. Xu's ladylike temperament. Wearing it on her just makes her look awkward and funny.

When Mrs. Xu looked up, she saw her daughter, grabbed her hand and broke down crying.

"Nanxing, what should I do? What should I do?"

"Your father, he wants to make that lowly maid his equal wife, and from now on, all her treatment will be the same as mine. He also said that I am in poor health, and from now on, the household expenses in the mansion will be handed over to that lowly maid..."

"He clearly said that he would only love me in this life, he clearly said that. How could this happen? How am I going to live in the future? How should I live on..."