The day I dressed as an abandoned wife of a modern wealthy family, I was being purged and left the house.
In the rainstorm, my husband's lawyer handed over the divorce agreement: "Mr. Gu said that if you sign, you can get 10 million." I stared at the half of the pen exposed in his suit pocket - it was the purple hair given to the prince to approve the memorial. "Tell Gu Yanzhi," I wiped away the rainwater, revealing the majesty of the Crown Princess, "I was buried with a dowry that was enough to buy him ten Gu family groups." Later, Sotheby's auction house sold the Crown Prince's private seal at a sky-high price. The reporter asked about the mysterious donor, and I smiled at the camera: "Donating small things for fun." That night, Gu Yanzhi smashed open the door of my apartment, held up the seal and shouted angrily: "Why is my ancestral jade seal in your hand?" "Oh?" I waved the red wine, "Do you have any objections to the funeral objects of this palace?"
