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

The day before the clan's banquet, the top scholar, wearing a big red flower on his chest and a bright red scholar's robe, rode a tall horse and returned to the village in great style.

The clan chief personally greeted him, and the clansmen cheered at his spirited appearance.

Su Mingyue stood behind the clan leader, watching him come down to greet her as if she were a great VIP.

Fu Jingsheng thanked the clan leader and the others, but when he turned around, he saw that Su Mingyue was not looking at him, but was looking down at her feet, so he couldn't help but frown.

After finishing his conversation with the clan chief, he went up to her and took her hand, saying, "My wife, I'm back."

Su Mingyue was just thinking about how to divorce Fu Jingsheng and was a little distracted when she saw that he had come up to her. She smiled and gently said, "Husband, congratulations. You won't betray me, right?"

Fu Jing was getting annoyed. This Su Mingyue really didn't understand anything. On such a joyous day, she was bringing up this kind of topic. When would it end?

He replied dismissively, "Of course. What kind of person do you take me for? You chose to marry me when you were at your lowest point, and now that I'm successful, why would I not want you? Come on, let's go see our people."

"Jingsheng." Madam Qian brought Fu Jingying over: "What are you still doing here? The clan chief is waiting for you to go to the ancestral hall to offer incense."

He glanced at Su Mingyue and saw that her eyes were red, so he couldn't help but snort coldly. What a disgrace! On such a joyous occasion, all she does is cry.

How could a woman like that be a good match for his son?

After the banquet, I'll definitely find a reason to divorce her. Her son is now the top scholar in the imperial examination; how could he possibly have a wife who is an orphan? It would be a laughing stock if word got out.

Su Mingyue did not miss the ruthlessness in Qian's eyes.

In her previous life, she was so preoccupied with organizing the banquet that she was overjoyed by Fu Jingzhong's success in the imperial examinations that she missed many details, let alone thought about them carefully.

It now seems that they married her only for her money, and would ruthlessly kick her out if she stood in their way.

“Mingyue, I’m not trying to be mean, but today is Jingsheng’s big day. All the clansmen are here. What kind of behavior is this? You’re now the wife of a top scholar. If you’re still as stingy as before, it’s disgraceful. Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?” Because Su Mingyue didn’t contribute any money, Madam Qian’s dissatisfaction with her reached its peak.

Su Mingyue looked at Madam Qian, no longer as weak as before: "Although Jingsheng has become the top scholar in the imperial examination, it is still unclear what official position the emperor will appoint. If the position is not suitable, we still need to help him find a solution. Therefore, we should be more frugal with household expenses in the future."

Madam Qian was furious. This Su Mingyue was really going too far. How dare she lecture her about being frugal?

"You know that's good. Jingsheng is not only my son, but also your man. If you don't care about his affairs, who will? But today is a joyous occasion, so don't say anything carelessly and make yourself a laughing stock."

Su Mingyue just smiled.

The clan held a banquet with dozens of tables, and as people went around toasting each other, Fu Jingsheng, unable to hold his liquor, got drunk.

As he was helped back to his room, he called out to someone, "Ziyu, don't worry, I will definitely marry you. When I come back from the countryside, I will propose to you and take you home, okay?"

Su Mingyue listened to his words, sneered, poured him a bowl of hangover soup, and sat by the bed waiting for him to wake up.

As dawn approached, Fu Jingsheng slowly woke up and saw Su Mingyue sitting in front of the bed with red eyes.

"Mingyue, did I drink too much yesterday? You didn't stay by my bedside to take care of me all night."

“Husband.” Su Mingyue wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. “Last night, after you got drunk, you kept calling out the name Ziyu and saying you wanted to marry her. Who is Miss Ziyu? If you really like her, then marry her. Don’t worry, I will not be jealous at all. I will definitely serve you well with her.”

Su Ziyu. The legitimate daughter of the current Grand Secretary, Su Sihai.

She was familiar with this name.

Back then, Su Sihai, like Fu Jingsheng, was a poor scholar. Because he had unintentionally saved his mother's life once, she fell in love with him.

Later, Su Sihai married his mother and brought her home. A year later, his mother gave birth to her.

Unfortunately, her mother's health deteriorated after giving birth to her, and she passed away a few years later.

After his mother passed away, Su Sihai made his concubine, Ruan, his legal wife. Ruan had a daughter and a son.

The daughter is this Miss Su Ziyu.

After Madam Ruan took over the household, her life became difficult. Withholding her monthly allowance was a minor matter; forcing a legitimate daughter to do the work of a servant and punishing her without any reason was a serious offense.

When she was ten years old, Su Ziyu pushed her into the pool. Her father did not hold Su Ziyu accountable, but instead blamed her for not acting like a proper older sister, asking how she could take her younger sister to such a dangerous place.

Heartbroken, she took her mother's dowry money and ran away from the Su family.