To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Su Mingyue wanted to laugh inwardly as she listened to his words, which he thought were full of affection.

"As you said yourself, we are already divorced. The Fu residence is no longer my home, and I have no home in the capital. The fact that the Prince was willing to marry me is a blessing I could never have accumulated in three lifetimes, and I cherish it. Lord Fu, we are already divorced, and I hope you will not send me messages unless necessary. It would be inappropriate for the Prince to find out. Your wife would also be angry if she found out. If there is nothing else, please leave. If you and your wife have time, please come to the banquet tomorrow."

"Su Mingyue, get down." Seeing that she wouldn't get off the carriage and wouldn't listen to his advice, Fu Jingsheng's tone became much firmer: "Get down, I won't hurt you, I really have something to say to you. Look, I even brought your favorite osmanthus cake, and this outfit, you sewed it for me when I went to take the exam. You haven't forgotten all these things, have you?"

"What are you shouting for? It's nighttime. Do you want others to know we're here? Get down, fine. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Su Mingyue jumped down from the carriage.

Xingchun and Guyu were arranged to hide in the shadows by her.

As soon as she got off the carriage, Fu Jingsheng tried to grab her hand, but she shook him off, saying, "Get to the point. Don't pull and tug at each other. It won't look good if someone finds out."

"Mingyue." Fu Jingsheng took a few steps forward, his voice softening considerably, gentle yet slightly hoarse: "They say a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. You've been married for three years, and in these three years, you've put in a lot of effort for me. Now I've achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination and entered the Hanlin Academy. Soon I'll be able to enter the Grand Secretariat and become a high-ranking official. Come back. As long as you come back, we'll be as we were before, and we will definitely not mistreat you."

“Why would I come back? You already have a wife. Do you want to come back as a concubine or continue being a cousin in your household? You know I’ve put in a lot of effort for you these past three years. How can you have the nerve to turn around and marry someone else? Fu Jingsheng, do you have no heart?”

“She’s the daughter of the Su family. Lord Su is very powerful and influential, how could I say no?” Fu Jingsheng handed the pastries in his hand to Su Mingyue: “These are pastries I brought especially for you. Haven’t you always wanted to eat pastries from this store?”

"It's really kind of you to remember. But I'll be a princess in the future, and I won't be able to buy whatever I want to eat, so you should take it back."

“I’m only asking you here today because I truly care about you. Have you looked into who the War King is? He’s a ruthless killer on the battlefield. Do you think you’ll have a good life if you marry him? Promise me you’ll leave the capital and go back to our hometown. Wait for me there. I’ll come back for you in three months.”

“That’s your hometown, not mine. Why would I go back?”

"The people back home don't know we've divorced. As long as you go back, they'll still treat you as my wife. Find an opportunity to get your business up and running again, and I'll definitely come back to see you in three months."

"You've sold the shop? What business are you still running?"

"I know you must have a way."

"Is the Fu family so poor that they have no money and dare not ask the new bride for it, so they're sending me back to earn money?"

“I’m going to marry you someday. I can’t stand up to her if I keep using her money. For our future, you’ll have to work hard and manage the family business. Our lives will definitely get better and better. I won’t keep you waiting too long. You have to believe me.”

Fu Jingsheng opened the food bag and took out a piece of osmanthus cake: "I specially went to buy yours today, you should try it."

Fu Jingsheng has been studying at Jingfeng Academy for the past three years. Since coming to the capital, his hands have never been used for farm work. They are delicate and fair, just like the hands of a typical nobleman, beautiful and slender.

She used to cherish his hands very much.

He said his hands were for writing, not for using an abacus or doing farm work. Now, looking at those hands, she just wants to chop them off and feed them to the dogs.

She took it gently, her voice softening slightly: "So, all you did tonight was to make me leave so I could go back to my hometown and continue doing business to earn money for you."

"It's not for me, it's for us, for our future. You want to marry the War King, and that's a good idea. But will the royal family make things easy for you? Will those noble ladies make things easy for you? I'm only saying this to you and planning our future together, for the sake of our three years as husband and wife."

"Mingyue, I'm saving you, don't you understand? As long as you go back for a while, I'll manage things well in the capital during that time, and then I'll bring you back to enjoy a comfortable life after three months. Isn't that a good arrangement?"

Su Mingyue put the osmanthus cake to her mouth.

It has a unique fragrance.

Fu Jingsheng must have added some special seasonings.

“I knew you still cared about me.” Su Mingyue took a small bite. “But words are meaningless, and I don’t believe you right now. I’ll only believe you if you give me a written agreement or something, and I’ll leave here first thing tomorrow morning.”

Seeing that Su Mingyue was already eating osmanthus cake and had agreed to leave the capital, Fu Jingsheng felt a little smug.

It seems he guessed correctly.

All of Mingyue's actions were intended to attract his attention and make him change his mind and take her home.

A gentle smile played on her lips: "I know this incident has hurt you, and it's understandable that you don't trust me. If you want me to give you a written agreement, that's not impossible."

"If you don't stand up for me, how will I know you're not lying to me? What if I leave and you forget about me the very next day, running off with your current wife and not caring whether I live or die?"

"Don't you understand? When I let you go back to your hometown, it means I'm giving you everything there. My hometown is my root; my elders, relatives, and friends are there. If I really wanted to do something to you, would I let you go back?"

"That's true, people's hearts can change, and I can't gamble on whether your heart will turn bad."

“Anyone can turn bad, but I can't. You have to believe me. It's just a written agreement, I'll sign it.” Seeing that she had eaten the whole osmanthus cake, Fu Jingsheng agreed to Su Mingyue's request.

"Then stand up quickly and say that if you dare to betray me, you will be childless and your descendants will be cut off, and you will never be able to rise again after death."

Fu Jingsheng was startled: "Mingyue, this isn't a written agreement, it's a poisonous oath. Isn't that unnecessary?"

"Of course it's necessary. If you're sincere, you're naturally not afraid. What I want is your sincerity, not your pretense. If you really don't dare, then forget it. Anyway, I won't have a good life, so I might as well marry the War King. At least I'll have a noble status, and ordinary people can't do anything to me. Even you and Su Ziyu will have to respectfully call me Your Highness the Princess when they see me."

"Okay, I'll set it up for you, alright?"

Su Mingyue produced a piece of paper as if by magic: "I've prepared everything. You just need to put your handprint on it."

Seeing that her mental state was not as good as before, Fu Jingsheng did as Su Mingyue suggested.

Holding the paper, Su Mingyue felt weak, dizzy, and her vision blurred.