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Chapter 193 - 193: 193:1 can’t take it anymore!



Chapter 193 - 193: 193:1 can’t take it anymore!

Didn’t the divorce letter he sent last time get rejected by the Emperor in one sentence?

“Then let’s talk to your Emperor Father.”

Jiang Ning supported Jiang Yi and Huang Ying, and without looking back, she walked into the Jiang Family’s gate.

Soon, the news of this incident spread, and rumors abounded.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion when the Princess Consort of Yu gave birth to boy and girl twins, a symbol of auspiciousness, which delighted the Emperor, Empress, and all. However, who would have expected that as soon as her confinement period was over, the Princess Consort of Yu returned to her mother’s house, wounded.

Leaving the two one-month-old children behind.

Where in the world is there a willing mother who abandons her own children?

It must have been something done by the Prince of Yu that had wronged her.

However, some people also said that the Princess Consort of Yu was too domineering, after all, the daughters of the Jiang family are known for being precious and spoiled, which has become a consensus in Chang’an City.

A concubine-born daughter of the Jiang family dared to fight on the street with Princess Ling’an, let alone the doted legitimate daughter?

It must be because the legitimate daughter was domineering, which made the Prince of Yu unhappy, and then made a scene. The Princess Consort of Yu got upset and ran back to her mother’s house.

Some people were envious.

A woman with a powerful mother’s family’s backing is different.

Even though she married into the royal family, she did not have to compromise, and immediately returned to her mother’s home. With Jiang Ruobai protecting her, even the Prince of Yu couldn’t do anything to her.

The saying that a married daughter is like water thrown out is nothing more than self-comfort for those who cannot protect their married daughters.

When Jiang Ruobai returned, he saw the injury on Jiang Ning’s hand and was furious.

Jiang Ning was already asleep, and Lin Zizi dragged him outside to talk.

“Was it really the Prince of Yu who did it?”

“Who else could it be?” Lin Zizi cried with heartache: “What kind of sin did I commit in my past life that the retribution has befallen my daughter? She lost her way as a child and became lame. Now that she’s married to the royal family, she’s not cherished by her husband, and was hurt like this when trying to get her children back… Why did he agree to give her the children in the first place?”

Jiang Ruobai looked at his weeping wife and felt heartache: “Madam, don’t cry,

I will not let Seventh Sister suffer injustice.”

“It’s all your fault!” Lin Zizi hit him and cried, “If you hadn’t stubbornly sent Ningning to enter the palace for the selection, would she have suffered all this? Are you even a father? She gave birth to two children with great difficulty, only to be driven back like this. What do you expect from these children? The royal family is too bullying!”

Jiang Ruobai let her cry and rant, gently comforting her: “Madam, it’s all my fault. Don’t cry your health away.”

“I can’t take it anymore!” Lin Zizi broke down and cried, “My beloved daughter was bullied by outsiders like this! Look at her condition, her leg isn’t good, her body is weak after giving birth, her arm is injured, and now her hand is hurt too. Where in her body is there a good place? Why did you marry her out to suffer like this?”

Jiang Ruobai hugged her, his voice choked: “It’s all my mistakes that caused Seventh Sister to suffer so much. I thought giving her the most honorable husband and making her the Main Consort would be the best compensation for her. Who knew that I was wrong.”

He helped Lin Zizi sit down, “Since things have reached this point, let’s divorce. As for the two children, they are royal blood, let them have them. Our daughter will be better off in peace.”

“Is divorce so easy? Have you forgotten what happened last time?”


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