Chapter 5: You Haven't Been Possessed, Have You!

Chapter 5. You Haven't Been Possessed, Have You!

A dull ache throbbed in her heart, growing more intense by the second. She hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her heart forcefully. Whenever she thought of that night tumbling in the lake water—that night she was wantonly plundered—she felt as if she were being struck by lightning. Among all these transmigrators, was there anyone more miserable than her?!

"Miss, are you feeling unwell? Should I find someone to take a look?!" Xi'er looked at her with concern. Ever since she had brought her back from the lakeside, everything had felt strange. Could she have been possessed?!

"I'm fine! Eat, eating is what matters most!" She decisively cut off Xi'er's inquisitive gaze. Right now, nothing was more important than filling her stomach.

She felt as if a hungry ghost had possessed her. Grabbing her chopsticks, she pulled the bowl of noodles toward her and began devouring them ravenously, slurping loudly, her mouth glistening with oil.

Xi'er stared blankly, chopsticks in hand. Her young lady was a famous lady of refinement, composed, elegant, and virtuous; even her eating was supposed to carry a unique air of nobility. How could she look like this?!

Under Xi'er's astonished and searching gaze, the bowl of noodles was already empty.

Luo Wanqing gave a chuckle, her eyes falling upon another bowl. Xi'er hurried to bring it over to her. "Eat quickly, Miss. You must be truly hungry."

"I'm not eating anymore, not eating! If I eat it all, there won't be any left for you!" Her face flushed red as she spoke, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"It's alright, Miss, please eat. We need to finish so we can hit the road! I've already eaten in the servants' quarters." Xi'er swallowed instinctively. She had panicked; the food in the servants' quarters was much better than this, so there was no way she would be eating it!

Wanqing had no choice; her stomach was simply too hungry. She took the bowl and continued eating, but once she finished, she suddenly remembered something.

"Xi'er, where is my letter of divorce? Have you seen it?!"

"It's kept in the drawer; I put it away for you. You were clutching it yesterday, refusing to let go..." Xi'er's voice grew smaller and smaller, her eyes reddening. From the moment she entered the manor until now, she had seen Miss's feelings for the Prince clearly. She truly hadn't expected things to end up like this.

A crumpled silk handkerchief, covered in dense traditional characters and bearing a red seal, looked as if it had been soaked in water. The handwriting appeared somewhat blurred, but the ink was good, seemingly waterproof. One had to admit that the ancients possessed some skill in this regard.

Wanqing took it and turned it over and over, studying it until Xi'er was stunned. She had originally thought that seeing this handkerchief would make Luo Wanqing inconsolable. Even after attempting suicide by drowning, she had held it tightly in her hand without letting go, yet today she didn't seem sad at all?!

"Miss, has your brain suffered some kind of trauma?! Why do you seem like a completely different person?!" A chill ran down Xi'er's spine, as if a ghost were following behind her. Thinking back to last night filled her with lingering fear; even now, she still felt horrified.

"How could that be? I haven't suffered any trauma, I just can't remember many things. You can just remind me when the time comes, haha." As she spoke, she tucked the divorce letter away. She didn't recognize a single character on it, so looking at it was useless, but this little girl was quite fun.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Luo Wanqing felt more grounded. Unfortunately, this body was too weak, clearly malnourished. After the ordeal of last night, she didn't even have the strength to walk.

The divorce was done, and she was leaving anyway, but she figured she should at least say her goodbyes to her husband, the Prince, before she went. Even though he had heartlessly and indifferently divorced her, she still had to see for herself exactly what kind of bastard he was before she left!