"Wherever Madam goes, Cai Qing will follow," Cai Qing said without hesitation. If Madam left, staying at the Ling mansion would be meaningless. It would be better to leave with Madam.
...
Ling Mohan's face was grim. The wine in his cup flowed like water, cup after cup poured into his mouth.
"This is wine, not water. Do you really want to drink yourself to death?" Gu Beichen snatched the cup away. If he drank any more, he'd surely die.
"Is it worth it? It's just that your ugly wife wants a divorce. Divorce her, and I'll find you a better one afterward." Gu Beichen draped an arm around Ling Mohan's shoulders. She was just an ugly wife; after her, the next would only be better.
"Scram!" Ling Mohan roared in anger and suddenly unleashed a palm strike towards Gu Beichen. The palm wind was powerful, and Gu Beichen could not resist it at all, being sent flying more than a meter away.
"Ling Mohan, you've truly gone mad! Murdering your brother!" For an ugly wife, he would even try to kill a brother he'd gone through life and death with. What a heartless beast. He shouldn't have risked his life to pull Ling Mohan back in the first place.
"Be polite to Feng Jin from now on. She is my wife, and she is the only one for me, this life and the next." The words left his mouth without him thinking. Ling Mohan didn't know what was happening to him. When he heard Feng Jin mention divorce, his heart felt like a piece was missing, causing a piercing pain. When he heard Gu Beichen speak ill of Feng Jin, he felt an immense rage, a desire to kill.
"You... you've really lost your mind over her!" He, who was once disdainful of women, would even pack up and throw out enemy spies who lay naked in his bed. Now, for a woman, he was on the verge of madness.
"It's over, it's over! You're truly beyond saving!" Gu Beichen shook his head and sighed. "Have you truly fallen in love with your ugly wife?"
Ling Mohan's hand, holding the wine cup, trembled slightly. He had fallen in love with Feng Jin... He wasn't sure if this feeling was love, but he knew he couldn't leave Feng Jin. He didn't know when it started, but he cared immensely about Feng Jin's every move. Upon learning that Feng Jin was being troubled by the second branch, he put down his military affairs and rushed back without delay, just to protect her. When he stayed in the palace, he stood in the cold wind all night, just to see Feng Jin safe. When Feng Jin secretly ran out of the mansion, he mobilized his hidden guards and searched the entire city just to find her. Seeing her safe brought him peace, and when she smiled, he unconsciously smiled along. Through their interactions, Feng Jin's actions had, without him realizing, captured his heart.
Ling Mohan lowered his head in silence. At the moment he fell in love with Feng Jin, she was planning to divorce him. Was there anything more pathetic than this? Ling Mohan let out a self-mocking laugh, picked up the wine pot, and drank it down in one go. He stood up unsteadily.
"Where are you going..." Gu Beichen called out from behind him, but received no response.
...
"Young General, you cannot go in. Madam is asleep." Cai Qing bravely blocked Ling Mohan's path.
"Move aside," Ling Mohan said angrily, his face dark.
"Young... Young General... forgive me, Madam gave instructions... not to let you enter the room." Either way, it was a dead end. Madam had shown her great kindness to her; dying for Madam would be a worthy end. With her mind made up, Cai Qing had a look of facing death without fear.
The door behind her was opened from the inside. Feng Jin stood there with a grim expression, looking at Ling Mohan with cold eyes.
"Young General, are you going to accuse even the maid now?"
When Ling Mohan saw Feng Jin, a dazed smile appeared on his lips. "Feng Jin, I..."
"Come in first. There are many eyes and ears. A cautious person like you, Young General, would surely understand this." Feng Jin stepped aside, making way for Ling Mohan to enter. After a pause, Ling Mohan followed.
"Feng Jin, I actually..."
"Young General, the matter of our divorce is settled. There is no point in saying more. We should part amicably." Feng Jin's tone was firm and distant, directly sentencing Ling Mohan to death.
A wave of bitterness surged through Ling Mohan's heart. He regretted his past actions so much his guts turned green.
"It was my fault before. Can you give me another chance?" Ling Mohan said in a low, submissive tone. It was the first time he had ever used the word "wrong" to someone. Feng Jin sneered. What was the point of saying this now? Her heart had grown cold, and it could never be warmed again.
"If you have come here only to say this, Young General, please return." Not wanting to waste more time with him, Feng Jin directly showed him the door.
"What must I do for you to give me another chance?"
"A chance... Young General, you jest. This marriage between us, in the final analysis, was merely a transaction. Isn't it better to part amicably now? Why must you cling so stubbornly?" Feng Jin truly couldn't understand what Ling Mohan was thinking. He had guarded her like a thief before, and now that she had taken the initiative to leave, she wasn't asking for him to send her off in a grand sedan chair. She just wished he would ignore her existence and let her leave readily; it would be good for everyone.
"In your eyes, it was just a transaction, and nothing more?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět This time, it was Ling Mohan's turn to have his heart broken. If Feng Jin was determined to leave, what should he do then?
"Wasn't it?" Feng Jin said without hesitation. "Young General, have you forgotten? I unraveled your Frost Curse. In return for saving my life, you once promised me that you would fulfill any request I made." Feng Jin admired her own foresight; Ling Mohan wouldn't go back on his word.
"You... what do you mean?" Instantly, Ling Mohan became flustered. Could it be...
"Now is the time for you, Young General, to fulfill your promise. You and I divorce, and then we go our separate ways, each free to marry again, with no connection or ties between us."
"Besides this, I will agree to whatever else you say." Ling Mohan refused without a second thought. He truly regretted promising Feng Jin this demand back then. This was truly a case of reaping what he sowed, a fitting retribution!
"You, a dignified general of Southern Chu, an Imperial Tutor, you are going back on your word!" Feng Jin was about to explode with anger. He was truly a scoundrel now.
"You get out of here, get... mmm..." Before the words could fully leave her mouth, they were tightly covered by the man's lips. Feng Jin's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the enlarged handsome face before her. The aroma of wine filled her mouth, and Feng Jin felt a slight intoxication, momentarily forgetting to resist. Ling Mohan kissed her lips with a shallow, worshipful touch, reluctant to leave. He drew the woman's soft body into his embrace and asked with a slightly hoarse voice, almost pleading, "Don't divorce me, okay?"