Chapter 4: 第四章.最后一餐

Chapter 4. The Last Meal

"Miss, have you gone mad?! Do you have a fever? You have been married to the Prince for four years; you entered the Prince's Mansion at fourteen and are now eighteen. However, the Prince does not favor you and never stays in our quarters, so... so..." Xi'er's face flushed red, and she was too breathless to continue.

So, the owner of this body remained a virgin until her death! Even she had realized it.

"Then why is he divorcing me?!"

"Because there is no offspring!"

"Motherfucker, 'no offspring'! If she had produced offspring, then he would be a cuckold! If she wore a green hat, she could definitely give birth to something!" Luo Wanqing's eyes glared as she cursed out loud. This was blatant bullying! If he didn't share a bed with her, how could she bear children? And using that as a reason to divorce her—damn it, if she ever ran into that bastard.

"Xi'er, go down and get me something to eat!"

After dismissing Xi'er, she stood before the bronze mirror, looking at the exquisite face in the reflection. Although her body was somewhat weak and pale, she was undeniably a peerless beauty. Her skin was like jade-like congealed fat, her features were like a painting, and her watery eyes shimmered with points of light, inexplicably evoking complex emotions in others. Beneath her petite, exquisite nose, her beautiful lips were slightly plump, their color like a delicate flower bearing dew, making one unable to resist wanting to taste them. Such a beautiful person, like broken jade and fine flowers, like a celestial lotus from the heavens, clean and untainted, like a fairy.

Was this her now? The once vibrant and wild girl had become like this?! She was so beautiful it was almost unbearable to look at, but it was impossible for her to accept. This ethereal, otherworldly appearance—how could it possibly suit her?!

Looking at the lovely face in the mirror made her heart feel stifled and uncomfortable. With such a beauty by his side, that damned Prince actually hadn't touched her for four years. Was he impotent?!

Luo Wanqing reached a definitive conclusion!

However, she did not know that there were too many beauties in the Prince's Mansion, so many that one couldn't keep track. No matter how peerless a beauty was, if seen for too long, she would become as common as foxtail grass. Moreover, the owner of this body had the weakest personality; to put it nicely, she was tranquil and non-competitive, but to put it bluntly, she was timid and fearful of trouble. Even if she loved that man to death, she would never show it, remaining submissive and without a sense of self, content to guard him and serve him, only to end up with a letter of divorce.

That's right! She had committed suicide while clutching the divorce letter.

Then where was the letter?!

Luo Wanqing hurriedly searched all around the room. After a full circle, she couldn't find it, but she did find two bundles in the corner.

Opening them carefully, she saw some personal clothing and some silver scraps; the rest were a few pieces of shabby jewelry. This was her entire fortune.

Just as she was thinking of putting the things back, Xi'er pushed the door open and entered, carrying a tray with a few dishes.

"Miss, those are our belongings. The steward has already given orders for us to leave before dark, so this meal is our last meal in the Prince's Mansion." As Xi'er spoke, she set the tray down, moved the bundles on the table aside, and took the items out one by one.

Two bowls of steaming noodles and two small side dishes. Even the servants of the Prince's Mansion didn't eat food like this. She, the dignified Primary Consort of the Prince's Mansion, had fallen to the point of eating this?!

Xi'er felt bad as well, but there was nothing that could be done. The divorce letter had been written; they no longer had any connection to the Prince's Mansion. It was already good enough that they were being granted a meal.

"Um... Miss, please eat quickly while it's hot, so we can get on our way after you're done."

"Alright!" She didn't object to the divorce; there was nothing to say to a scumbag like that, and there was no happiness to be had. He hadn't touched her for four years. At least her most precious first time had been... a sharp, stinging pain in her heart! It grew more and more painful!