The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Chapter 218: A Letter To Announce Divorce

Translator: Madesmoiselle V.

“Consider it done!” Ouyang Shaochen nodded. “I’ll go with you,” he continued after a short period of silence.

“Sure!” Murong Xue nodded. With Ye Yichen and Qin Haoyan casting covetous eyes on her, she couldn’t defend herself all on her own, however, she would be totally safe with Ouyang Shaochen as her company.

Before long, Murong Xue walked out from behind the screen in a pale blue dress. Her dress, on which there were beautiful butterflies seemingly dancing in the air, suited her very much, as if tailored perfectly based on her size.

The servants took in a dozen of dishes whose delicious aroma would make her mouth watery, occupying almost half of the table.

After finishing her meal rapidly and gracefully, Murong Xue left for the Country-Guarding Marquis Mansion.

Though still at a distance, she could see a large group of people crowding at the entrance. What happened? Murong Xue frowned in confusion.

She hurried forward and wedged herself in the forefront of the crowd. The butler of Wu’an Marquis’ Mansion, standing at the gate with a letter in his hand, read rhythmically, “Murong Rou, Song Tianwen’s wife was so shameless that she adulterated with another man and got herself pregnant. In order to keep the scandal a secret, she plotted to burn her husband dead, as well as persecuting an innocent woman along with her child...”

“Is this...Song Tianwen’s petition or his letter to announce divorce?” Murong Xue muttered.

“It should be the letter to announce divorce. If it were a petition, he should have read it at Shuntian Hall,” Ouyang Shaochen answered calmly.

“Why is he announcing it now?” Murong Xue raised her eyebrows.

“I heard that Song Tianwen has just woken up.” Ouyang Shaochen said.

Murong Xue nodded understandingly. As soon as Song Tianwen woke up, he asked the butler to send the letter here.

Others would present the letter in their own rooms to save face for their wives.

While Song Tianwen actually ordered the butler to read the letter in public at the gate of the mansion, publishing Murong Rou’s affairs and evil deeds to ruin her reputation completely.

“How cruel Murong Rou is to kill an innocent child!”

“Indeed! Even though he is an illegitimate son, she shouldn’t have been so merciless.”

“Exactly! As a mother herself, isn’t she afraid of the retribution?”

“She has already been punished with her miscarriage this time!”

Although everyone had learned about the various conflicts between Murong Rou and Song Tianwen, they were still infuriated after hearing Song Tianwen’s accusation of her murdering the child in such a malicious way.

Being pleased by the spectators’ reproach resounding in the air, the butler of the Wu’an Marquis’ Mansion raised his voice unconsciously, “Murong Rou, being malicious and vicious, is no longer the wife of Song Tianwen. Her name will be eliminated from the genealogy of the Songs. The Wu’an Marquis’ Mansion will share no relationship with this malevolent bitch from now on.”

Sharing no relationship with her any longer? It seemed that Song Tianwen was bearing a great gr xudge against Murong Rou. If the letter weren’t to be read in public, he would certainly add the following words therein, “I intend to drink her blood and chew her flesh.”

“My daughter Song Qingyan, as the princess of the Wu’an Marquis’ Mansion, must be brought back by the butler when he finishes reading, in case she is ruined by this evil woman!” As soon as the butler uttered the last word, he folded the letter before giving it to Murong Rou’s personal maid standing next to him.

Ignoring the maid’s livid face in anger, the butler stepped into the gate as he said with a smile, “Your Highness, please return to the Wu’an Marquis’ Mansion with me.”

It was not until then did Murong Xue notice that Song Qingyan was sitting inside the yard, with her lean body slightly shuddering and her face as pallid as a piece of paper. According to the servant, she was supposed to be meeting the guests sent by her father given her mother’s serious injury.

It was beyond her expectation that her father actually sent the letter to announce divorce, scolding her mother for being a vicious and licentious woman, even intending to take her from the Country-Guarding Marquis’ Mansion.

“Milady, it is getting late, so please come with me now.” The butler couldn’t help raising his voice to remind Song Qingyan, who was sitting blankly beside the gate.

Song Qingyan said coldly while staring at the butler, “How can I leave my mother when she is seriously injured at the moment? Just tell my father I will return as soon as she recovers.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, milady. The marquis has emphasized that you, as the princess, must return with me today!” Sensing the meaningful glance of the butler, two maids stepped forward and grasped Song Qingyan by the arms and dragged her outside in a hurry.

Despite her utmost effort to struggle, Song Qingyan still couldn’t escape. She glared at them while shouting in rage, “What do you think you are doing? How dare you offend me?”

“Sorry, milady, we are just following order!” The maids answered without any expression on their faces while dragging her forward with long strides.

Being angry and worried, Song Qingyan screamed in frustration, “Help...Help...”

Staring at each other, all the people present decided to keep their fingers off.

Staring at Song Qingyan fading into the crowd, Murong Xue frowned slightly. Forcing his daughter to abandon her mother, it seemed that Murong Rou had become Song Tianwen’s mortal enemy.

Dragged to the wagon by two strong maids, Song Qingyan looked around in extreme concern until she caught a familiar slim figure. A wisp of gleam was flashing in her eyes. “My darling elder sister Xue’er, help me, please!”

Elder sister Xue’er? Wasn’t she Murong Xue, the princess of the Country-Guarding Marquis’ Mansion?

Everyone fixed their eyes on Murong Xue with curiosity.

Murong Xue sneered. How smart Song Qingyan was to implicate her under such complex circumstance. Why did she have to carry the ball obediently?