The Whole City Laughs at My Divorce, So I Open a Coffin and Slaughter the Duke's Estate

The carriage rolled slowly onto Zhuque Street. Whispers from either side pricked at her like needles.

"Look, it's the Wen family's carriage."

"Back then, she had a bridal procession stretching ten li. Now all that's left is a pair of trunks."

"Must be her dowry, right? Ha ha..."

Wen Zhao listened without a word.

She'd heard words ten times crueler than these in Qingzhou. Her tears had run dry eight years ago. All that remained was her memory.