This King Asks You to Show Some Restraint

“I want a divorce!” When Duke Dou Tao flung the divorce papers in front of me, I was painting my nails with balsam juice. “Go ahead and write them, Your Highness.” I didn't even look up. He froze. I smiled and looked up at him. “Or should I dance for you to make it more festive?” That day, he left with a livid face. Three months later, he burst into my bedchamber, covered in blood. “Qi Ying, if you dare leave, I...” I cut him off. “Your Highness, you're dripping blood on the mandarin duck pillow I just embroidered.” At last, he kissed me like a madman. “What will it take to make you stay?” Too late.