Chapter 10: Kicked Out with a Single Letter of Divorce

Chapter Ten: Swept Out of the House with a Single Letter of Divorce.

A silver-white carriage, like a flying arrow, sped along. The white steeds kicked up clouds of dust with their galloping hooves before finally coming to a halt in front of a tall manor gate. The vermilion doors were polished and bright, and the vermilion glazed tiles shimmered with dazzling brilliance under the reflection of the setting sun.

"The Master has arrived!" After speaking, the coachman stepped down from the carriage, waiting for instructions from the master inside.

Long Qiyou lifted the curtain, and Luo Wanqing and Xi'er slowly descended from the carriage.

"Thank you, Fourth Prince!" Luo Wanqing said politely. In truth, she hadn't said a single word throughout the journey, feeling somewhat suffocated; it was only upon stepping off the carriage that she felt she could finally breathe fresh air.

Long Qiyou gave a nonchalant smile. "Since you are thanking me, why not invite me in for a cup of tea?! I'm joking with you. This Prince is very busy, and it is getting late; I shall not disturb you further." As he finished speaking, he looked at her with a wicked and playful gaze. His originally indifferent eyes flickered with a brilliant radiance, making him look incredibly charming.

Luo Wanqing couldn't help but daze for a moment, then her face flushed red. "Then... I shall invite the Prince for a meal another day?!"

"Very well! Then this Prince shall not stand on ceremony. Also, Wanqing, please do not be so distant with me, alright? Call me Qiyou! Additionally, please tell Censor Luo that this Prince has visited." Long Qiyou's face remained calm without a trace of expression, but the light in his eyes was as bright and crystalline as falling stars.

"Then, I bid farewell to the Prince!"

The carriage slowly started moving, kicking up light plumes of dust before finally disappearing from sight.

"Ah, I'm finally home!" Luo Wanqing let out a long sigh and plopped down onto the white marble steps in front of the gate. She looked back at the Censor's Manor; it was indeed not as spacious, grand, or magnificent as a Prince's manor, but this was a place called home, wasn't it?!

"Sigh! Being swept out of the house with a single letter of divorce... how am I supposed to live my life at my maiden home?!" She propped her chin on her hands, resting her face on her knees with a worried frown.

"Miss, please do not worry too much. Xi'er will help you through these difficulties. Shall we hurry inside?!" Xi'er shook her head. The Miss's personality had changed; it was indescribably strange. If it were before, she would have likely cried herself to death by now, but now she was much more cheerful than before.

The master and servant entered the Censor's Manor much more smoothly than imagined.

"Miss, perhaps we should go see Madam first? Madam's health has always been quite poor, and because she misses you, her condition has worsened. But Miss, please do not mention that you have been divorced, otherwise, you will anger Madam to death!"

"Alright!" Luo Wanqing nodded.

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In the bed within the room lay a woman with a frail, sickly body. She was in her forties and her face was haggard, but upon closer inspection, she was definitely a beauty.

"Is this my mother?" Luo Wanqing grumbled inwardly. Suddenly, a heavy pain throbbed in her heart, followed by a tearing sensation of discomfort. The original owner's desires and emotions were tangling in her mind; there were simply too many things she couldn't let go of. There was no helping it—since she had occupied this body, she would fulfill the duty of filial piety to her mother.

"Wanqing, you're here? Am I dreaming?! Why have you come at this hour?! Has something happened?!" The woman stared at her unblinkingly, her eyes filled with astonishment, bewilderment, and worry. At this hour, she should have been at the Prince's manor; returning now clearly meant something was wrong.

Her mother was clearly much sharper than she had imagined and not so easy to fool, but to tell the truth, she feared the woman's frail constitution might not be able to handle it.

Panicking, Luo Wanqing quickly thought of a plan. "It's nothing! Mother, what could possibly happen to me?! No matter how strict the rules in the Prince's manor are, am I not allowed to come home to visit you? Your health is poor; how could I not worry?!"

"Really??" Her mother asked, half-believing and half-doubting.

"Really! If you don't believe me, then hurry up and get well!"