Daxuan capital, Prince Jing's Mansion.
Under the beams carved with golden nanmu, the incense was the finest ambergris, and the guests were all dignitaries.
But the smell always smells like burning paper money.
Qi Hongyao stood in the hall boredly, without even raising his eyelids, thinking whether to eat braised pork ribs or roasted chicken tonight.
After all, this might be her last meal in the palace.
"…Therefore, the love between this king and his concubine, Qi, has ended. Today, in front of you all, I write this letter of divorce. One parting and two parting, each of us is happy."
The man's clear and cold voice was like a fine jade ruler, striking everyone's hearts.
Qi Hongyao was finally willing to look away from the toes of her shoes embroidered with lotus flowers and cast her eyes towards her husband, no, ex-husband, Prince Jing Xie Yunzong, who was standing three steps away from her.
He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe today, which made his face even more handsome and handsome. There was the usual three-point distance and seven-point carelessness between his brows and eyes, making him look like a banished immortal who was ready to become an immortal at any time.
What a great performance.
