My Lord, Please Grant Me a Divorce

In the seventh year of her marriage to Xiao Xinglan, Marquis of Zhenbei, Chu Wanqing coughed up blood for the first time.

She knew she didn't have long to live.

For seven years, her husband's heart had been like the snow beyond the northern frontier. It had never thawed for her, not even a little.

Now, she wanted only to leave in peace.

“Marquis, let's divorce.” She held out the divorce papers, her fingertips as pale as paper.

Xiao Xinglan stared at the document and sneered. “You've put up with seven years of misery. And only now do you want to run?”

“I... I'm simply tired.” She lowered her eyes to hide her cough.