Abandoned Wives Are Not Easy to Deal With

Five years later, she returned with her son. She was no longer the weak, gentle and bullied third lady of the past. Her plain clothes were fluttering, her black hair was flying, she lightly hooked her jade finger, and a charming and cunning smile appeared on the corner of her lips. In an instant, the sky and the earth were eclipsed by it, all the flowers bowed their heads, and everyone was fascinated by it. "Brothers, let's rob you. I'll take out all the valuables you have except your pants." "Oh?!" . "Shui Bingyue, you shameless bitch, how dare you bring this little bastard into the palace, you..." A small head suddenly poked out from behind the woman, its black eyes as clear as black grapes turned twice, and the childish voice said innocently, "Fat aunt, who are you talking about, little bastard?" "You little bastard." "Oh, mother, this fat aunt is so pitiful. I heard that dementia is contagious. Mother, let's leave as soon as possible." The woman suppressed her smile and nodded pretending to be serious. "Okay, let's go." . He is the powerful Prime Minister, as handsome as a banished immortal, cold and indifferent, dressed in fluttering white clothes, but he has special respect for that woman. He is a general who strategizes on the battlefield, turning his hands into clouds and turning them into rain. When they first met, he said to her coldly, "I will never marry you. Even if you keep your integrity, you have only two choices, die or divorce me." "If I choose neither of these two, which one should I choose?" Outside the tent, a figure dressed in white stood in the moonlight, with a silvery glow surrounding him, like a god. His deep eyes looked indifferently towards the endless horizon submerged in darkness.