Chapter 9: Divorce
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It turned out that the small burnt courtyard was in disarray, and Zhao Ling didn't go back. Cui Mei gave her another courtyard. The name of the courtyard was pretty good, and the name was "Fenghe Courtyard."
Zhao Ling settled in Fenghe Courtyard with peace of mind. Zhao Ruo had not come to find her trouble in the past few days, so she was happy, reading books, admiring flowers, and listening to the rain in her free time. She had a happy life, and she had the right to regard this as a vacation, and it was still stress-free.
Natural holiday destination.
She lay leisurely on the recliner under the grape trellis, dozing off for a while, thinking in her heart. She was now waiting for Prince Rong's mansion to divorce her, but why hadn't there been any movement or information?
Zhao Ling asked if someone should be sent to Prince Rong Mansion to talk about it. Lu Zhu ran all the way to the front, breathlessly saying: "Miss, Prince Rong... Royal Mansion, they are here to divorce. "
Was it finally here! Zhao Ling smiled with satisfaction and asked. Who was it the Royal Palace sent by?"
"It was Prince Rong who came personally." Lu Zhu replied, "Miss, the lord is calling you over!"
Zhao Ling thought for a while, stood up and adjusted her clothes. She tied the veil, and said to the green bamboo: "Let's go."
Coming to the front hall, Zhao Ling found that besides Zhao Jiang, Cui Mei Shi and Zhao Ruo were also there, as well as a man in purple clothes who was drinking tea. Presumably this was Meng Yun, the son of Prince Rong.
Zhao Ling glanced at him secretly. He was with handsome features and extraordinary bearing. After all, he was a member of the royal family, but his appearance was rather feminine, not the type she admired.
When Meng Yun heard someone coming, he turned his head and saw a slim and beautiful woman walking through the door. Moon-white clothes, a white silk scarf tied on her face, the warm halo of the setting sun shone on her, against her clear and indifferent eyes, like a fairy descending.
Meng Yun looked a little stunned, but it was only for a moment, he hadn't forgotten his purpose of coming today. Because of the bad reputation circulating in the capital about Miss Zhao's stupidity, he had always rejected this marriage with disgust.
Since getting along with Zhao Ruo, he was determined to divorce. It's just that there wasn't always a reason for divorce. Now that he had finally found a reason, he certainly wouldn't give it up.
As soon as he saw her today, although the Zhao family eldest lady was not as unbearable as the rumors, she was covered with a veil. And it seemed that it was a fact that her appearance was ruined. If he married an ugly monster as his wife, what face would he have among his relatives and friends?
Zhao Ling stepped forward to meet everyone, and stood aside. Zhao Jiang said to Zhao Ling with a little embarrassment: "Ling, Meng Yu came to divorce, you see..."
If the old man was alive, he would have cursed and fought hard for the arbitrary divorce of the Royal Mansion, but Zhao Jiang did not dare. His background created his cautious character. He would easily offend the Royal Mansion, so Zhao Ling had to be taken away to let her face this embarrassment by herself.
Zhao Ling smiled slightly and said, "Father, since Meng Yu had come to divorce, there must be his reasons, and the Jiang Mansion is not too difficult for others to say what they think."
Meng Yun thought, count you as acquaintance. Only seeing Zhao Ling's smiling eyes, he found that he couldn't look away a little. He was transfixed.
Zhao Jiang reminded. "Ling, you have to think clearly, if you are divorced, plus your appearance... your life in the future..."
"Father, since Meng Yu is unwilling to marry your daughter, if we forcefully fulfill the marriage contract, the daughter will not be happy after marrying. So, just follow Meng Yu's will." Zhao Ling replied resolutely.
"Never mind." Seeing Zhao Ling's determination, Zhao Jiang agreed to follow the decision. Anyway, he didn't even think about fighting for Zhao Ling. And had a fight with the Royal Palace was futile.
Seeing that he had successfully divorced, Meng Yun exchanged glances with Zhao Ruo on the opposite side. The two of them thought they were concealed, but they happened to be seen by Zhao Ling and thought to herself, *when did the two meet?* She searched the memory of the original owner, but to no avail.
Then, Meng Yun stood up and said to Zhao Jiang: "Zhao Jiang, beside the divorce, there is one more thing to ask for."
"Oh, what's the matter with Meng Yu?" Zhao Yi'an asked.
"Meng Yu wants to marry Miss Ruo, the second lady of your house, and also invites Zhao Jiang to Yucheng."
Meng Yun's words were like a thunderstorm, and Zhao Jiang opened his mouth wide in shock, not knowing how to respond. Cui Mei looked at Meng Yun and Zhao Ruo with joy, exuberantly. Zhao Ruo couldn't help but look at Meng Yun with a shy expression.
Zhao Ling sneered secretly. This Meng Yu was really impatient. He just divorced from her marriage and immediately proposed to marry her sister. Did he hate her so much?
In fact, Meng Yun was really disgusted with the marriage with Zhao Ling, because he was a person with high self-esteem, and naturally his wife should be a beautiful and outstanding woman, but his parents had chosen Zhao Ling for him. A mediocre ordinary woman, he was naturally unwilling to marry her.
In terms of appearance, Zhao Ruo basically met his requirements. But it was a pity that Zhao Ruo was not a direct daughter, so she could only be a side concubine when she married.
But what did it matter? In Zhao Ruo's view, as long as she could grab Zhao Ling's things and prevent her from getting better, she would be content. Now Zhao Ling had been disfigured, the marriage had ended, and more importantly, her original husband had become her own. Zhao Ruo felt that she had never been so happy as today.
Zhao Jiang also expressed incomprehension about Meng Yun's refusal to marry the eldest daughter but instead proposed to marry the second daughter. But for him, it would not make any difference whether he married the eldest daughter or the second daughter if he could climb the tree of Royal Palace.
Zhao Jiang naturally agreed to Meng Yun's request. After sending Meng Yun away, and seeing Cui Mei Shi and Zhao Ruo return to the room happily, he thought about being a little sorry for Zhao Ling. Seeing Zhao Ling resigning calmly, he felt a bit guilty.
After hearing the news, Madame Zhao almost fainted with anger. The son of Prince Rong was really arrogant with power. He would retreat if he wanted to retreat, and he would ask if he wanted to, he simply didn't put Zhao Jiang's mansion high in his eyes. After she calmed down, she asked Mother Ning to find Zhao Jiang.
Zhao Jiang stayed in the old lady's Buddhist hall for a long time, and came out with a sullen face. On the second day, he wrote on a piece of paper, requesting Emperor Ming to marry off his eldest daughter.
In fact, this was the old lady's idea. She was also thinking about Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling's appearance was now ruined, she had been divorced again, and her age was no longer below the youthful age.
In the era when Da Zhaog Dynasty focused on women's reputation and appearance, she seemed to have no advantage. If one asked for marriage from the emperor, one could find a decent family.
After Zhao Ling heard the news of the marriage, she almost wanted to cry without tears. This old lady Zhao had done her best for her, and she actually thought of helping herself with marriage gifting. But could she refuse it? She really didn't want to marry so soon!
She still had a lot of things left to do, such as making money. She heard from Mother Xu that her mother had left a large dowry for her before her death, including two shops on Zhuque Street in the capital. Such shop for a forensic investigation. She heard that the law and order in Wuzhen had not been very good recently, and many murders had occurred.
She had also researched and studied ways to go back. She didn't want to stay in this world without TV, computer, internet, and mobile phone all her life.
Now she only hoped that the old emperor would take care of his daily activities, and would have no time to deal with these trivial matters of her marriage.
But she underestimated the work efficiency of the old emperor. Within a few days, the palace's will to give a marriage came down.. Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of Zhao Jiang's official residence, was talented, virtuous, gentle and honest.
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It turned out that the small burnt courtyard was in disarray, and Zhao Ling didn't go back. Cui Mei gave her another courtyard. The name of the courtyard was pretty good, and the name was "Fenghe Courtyard."
Zhao Ling settled in Fenghe Courtyard with peace of mind. Zhao Ruo had not come to find her trouble in the past few days, so she was happy, reading books, admiring flowers, and listening to the rain in her free time. She had a happy life, and she had the right to regard this as a vacation, and it was still stress-free.
Natural holiday destination.
She lay leisurely on the recliner under the grape trellis, dozing off for a while, thinking in her heart. She was now waiting for Prince Rong's mansion to divorce her, but why hadn't there been any movement or information?
Zhao Ling asked if someone should be sent to Prince Rong Mansion to talk about it. Lu Zhu ran all the way to the front, breathlessly saying: "Miss, Prince Rong... Royal Mansion, they are here to divorce. "
Was it finally here! Zhao Ling smiled with satisfaction and asked. Who was it the Royal Palace sent by?"
"It was Prince Rong who came personally." Lu Zhu replied, "Miss, the lord is calling you over!"
Zhao Ling thought for a while, stood up and adjusted her clothes. She tied the veil, and said to the green bamboo: "Let's go."
Coming to the front hall, Zhao Ling found that besides Zhao Jiang, Cui Mei Shi and Zhao Ruo were also there, as well as a man in purple clothes who was drinking tea. Presumably this was Meng Yun, the son of Prince Rong.
Zhao Ling glanced at him secretly. He was with handsome features and extraordinary bearing. After all, he was a member of the royal family, but his appearance was rather feminine, not the type she admired.
When Meng Yun heard someone coming, he turned his head and saw a slim and beautiful woman walking through the door. Moon-white clothes, a white silk scarf tied on her face, the warm halo of the setting sun shone on her, against her clear and indifferent eyes, like a fairy descending.
Meng Yun looked a little stunned, but it was only for a moment, he hadn't forgotten his purpose of coming today. Because of the bad reputation circulating in the capital about Miss Zhao's stupidity, he had always rejected this marriage with disgust.
Since getting along with Zhao Ruo, he was determined to divorce. It's just that there wasn't always a reason for divorce. Now that he had finally found a reason, he certainly wouldn't give it up.
As soon as he saw her today, although the Zhao family eldest lady was not as unbearable as the rumors, she was covered with a veil. And it seemed that it was a fact that her appearance was ruined. If he married an ugly monster as his wife, what face would he have among his relatives and friends?
Zhao Ling stepped forward to meet everyone, and stood aside. Zhao Jiang said to Zhao Ling with a little embarrassment: "Ling, Meng Yu came to divorce, you see..."
If the old man was alive, he would have cursed and fought hard for the arbitrary divorce of the Royal Mansion, but Zhao Jiang did not dare. His background created his cautious character. He would easily offend the Royal Mansion, so Zhao Ling had to be taken away to let her face this embarrassment by herself.
Zhao Ling smiled slightly and said, "Father, since Meng Yu had come to divorce, there must be his reasons, and the Jiang Mansion is not too difficult for others to say what they think."
Meng Yun thought, count you as acquaintance. Only seeing Zhao Ling's smiling eyes, he found that he couldn't look away a little. He was transfixed.
Zhao Jiang reminded. "Ling, you have to think clearly, if you are divorced, plus your appearance... your life in the future..."
"Father, since Meng Yu is unwilling to marry your daughter, if we forcefully fulfill the marriage contract, the daughter will not be happy after marrying. So, just follow Meng Yu's will." Zhao Ling replied resolutely.
"Never mind." Seeing Zhao Ling's determination, Zhao Jiang agreed to follow the decision. Anyway, he didn't even think about fighting for Zhao Ling. And had a fight with the Royal Palace was futile.
Seeing that he had successfully divorced, Meng Yun exchanged glances with Zhao Ruo on the opposite side. The two of them thought they were concealed, but they happened to be seen by Zhao Ling and thought to herself, *when did the two meet?* She searched the memory of the original owner, but to no avail.
Then, Meng Yun stood up and said to Zhao Jiang: "Zhao Jiang, beside the divorce, there is one more thing to ask for."
"Oh, what's the matter with Meng Yu?" Zhao Yi'an asked.
"Meng Yu wants to marry Miss Ruo, the second lady of your house, and also invites Zhao Jiang to Yucheng."
Meng Yun's words were like a thunderstorm, and Zhao Jiang opened his mouth wide in shock, not knowing how to respond. Cui Mei looked at Meng Yun and Zhao Ruo with joy, exuberantly. Zhao Ruo couldn't help but look at Meng Yun with a shy expression.
Zhao Ling sneered secretly. This Meng Yu was really impatient. He just divorced from her marriage and immediately proposed to marry her sister. Did he hate her so much?
In fact, Meng Yun was really disgusted with the marriage with Zhao Ling, because he was a person with high self-esteem, and naturally his wife should be a beautiful and outstanding woman, but his parents had chosen Zhao Ling for him. A mediocre ordinary woman, he was naturally unwilling to marry her.
In terms of appearance, Zhao Ruo basically met his requirements. But it was a pity that Zhao Ruo was not a direct daughter, so she could only be a side concubine when she married.
But what did it matter? In Zhao Ruo's view, as long as she could grab Zhao Ling's things and prevent her from getting better, she would be content. Now Zhao Ling had been disfigured, the marriage had ended, and more importantly, her original husband had become her own. Zhao Ruo felt that she had never been so happy as today.
Zhao Jiang also expressed incomprehension about Meng Yun's refusal to marry the eldest daughter but instead proposed to marry the second daughter. But for him, it would not make any difference whether he married the eldest daughter or the second daughter if he could climb the tree of Royal Palace.
Zhao Jiang naturally agreed to Meng Yun's request. After sending Meng Yun away, and seeing Cui Mei Shi and Zhao Ruo return to the room happily, he thought about being a little sorry for Zhao Ling. Seeing Zhao Ling resigning calmly, he felt a bit guilty.
After hearing the news, Madame Zhao almost fainted with anger. The son of Prince Rong was really arrogant with power. He would retreat if he wanted to retreat, and he would ask if he wanted to, he simply didn't put Zhao Jiang's mansion high in his eyes. After she calmed down, she asked Mother Ning to find Zhao Jiang.
Zhao Jiang stayed in the old lady's Buddhist hall for a long time, and came out with a sullen face. On the second day, he wrote on a piece of paper, requesting Emperor Ming to marry off his eldest daughter.
In fact, this was the old lady's idea. She was also thinking about Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling's appearance was now ruined, she had been divorced again, and her age was no longer below the youthful age.
In the era when Da Zhaog Dynasty focused on women's reputation and appearance, she seemed to have no advantage. If one asked for marriage from the emperor, one could find a decent family.
After Zhao Ling heard the news of the marriage, she almost wanted to cry without tears. This old lady Zhao had done her best for her, and she actually thought of helping herself with marriage gifting. But could she refuse it? She really didn't want to marry so soon!
She still had a lot of things left to do, such as making money. She heard from Mother Xu that her mother had left a large dowry for her before her death, including two shops on Zhuque Street in the capital. Such shop for a forensic investigation. She heard that the law and order in Wuzhen had not been very good recently, and many murders had occurred.
She had also researched and studied ways to go back. She didn't want to stay in this world without TV, computer, internet, and mobile phone all her life.
Now she only hoped that the old emperor would take care of his daily activities, and would have no time to deal with these trivial matters of her marriage.
But she underestimated the work efficiency of the old emperor. Within a few days, the palace's will to give a marriage came down.. Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of Zhao Jiang's official residence, was talented, virtuous, gentle and honest.
It turned out that the small burnt courtyard was in disarray, and Zhao Ling didn't go back. Cui Mei gave her another courtyard. The name of the courtyard was pretty good, and the name was "Fenghe Courtyard." Zhao Ling settled in Fenghe Courtyard with peace of mind. Zhao Ruo had not come to find her trouble in the past few days, so she was happy, reading books, admiring flowers, and listening to the rain in her free time. She had a happy life, and she had the right to regard this as a vacation, and it was still stress-free. Natural holiday destination. She lay leisurely on the recliner under the grape trellis, dozing off for a while, thinking in her heart. She was now waiting for Prince Rong's mansion to divorce her, but why hadn't there been any movement or information? Zhao Ling asked if someone should be sent to Prince Rong Mansion to talk about it. Lu Zhu ran all the way to the front, breathlessly saying: "Miss, Prince Rong... Royal Mansion, they are here to divorce. " Was it finally here! Zhao Ling smiled with satisfaction and asked. Who was it the Royal Palace sent by?" "It was Prince Rong who came personally." Lu Zhu replied, "Miss, the lord is calling you over!" Zhao Ling thought for a while, stood up and adjusted her clothes. She tied the veil, and said to the green bamboo: "Let's go." Coming to the front hall, Zhao Ling found that besides Zhao Jiang, Cui Mei Shi and Zhao Ruo were also there, as well as a man in purple clothes who was drinking tea. Presumably this was Meng Yun, the son of Prince Rong. Zhao Ling glanced at him secretly. He was with handsome features and extraordinary bearing. After all, he was a member of the royal family, but his appearance was rather feminine, not the type she admired. When Meng Yun heard someone coming, he turned his head and saw a slim and beautiful woman walking through the door. Moon-white clothes, a white silk scarf tied on her face, the warm halo of the setting sun shone on her, against her clear and indifferent eyes, like a fairy descending. Meng Yun looked a little stunned, but it was only for a moment, he hadn't forgotten his purpose of coming today. Because of the bad reputation circulating in the capital about Miss Zhao's stupidity, he had always rejected this marriage with disgust. Since getting along with Zhao Ruo, he was determined to divorce. It's just that there wasn't always a reason for divorce. Now that he had finally found a reason, he certainly wouldn't give it up. As soon as he saw her today, although the Zhao family eldest lady was not as unbearable as the rumors, she was covered with a veil. And it seemed that it was a fact that her appearance was ruined. If he married an ugly monster as his wife, what face would he have among his relatives and friends? Zhao Ling stepped forward to meet everyone, and stood aside. Zhao Jiang said to Zhao Ling with a little embarrassment: "Ling, Meng Yu came to divorce, you see..." If the old man was alive, he would have cursed and fought hard for the arbitrary divorce of the Royal Mansion, but Zhao Jiang did not dare. His background created his cautious character. He would easily offend the Royal Mansion, so Zhao Ling had to be taken away to let her face this embarrassment by herself. Zhao Ling smiled slightly and said, "Father, since Meng Yu had come to divorce, there must be his reasons, and the Jiang Mansion is not too difficult for others to say what they think." Meng Yun thought, count you as acquaintance. Only seeing Zhao Ling's smiling eyes, he found that he couldn't look away a little. He was transfixed. Zhao Jiang reminded. "Ling, you have to think clearly, if you are divorced, plus your appearance... your life in the future..." "Father, since Meng Yu is unwilling to marry your daughter, if we forcefully fulfill the marriage contract, the daughter will not be happy after marrying. So, just follow Meng Yu's will." Zhao Ling replied resolutely. "Never mind." Seeing Zhao Ling's determination, Zhao Jiang agreed to follow the decision. Anyway, he didn't even think about fighting for Zhao Ling. And had a fight with the Royal Palace was futile. Seeing that he had successfully divorced, Meng Yun exchanged glances with Zhao Ruo on the opposite side. The two of them thought they were concealed, but they happened to be seen by Zhao Ling and thought to herself, *when did the two meet?* She searched the memory of the original owner, but to no avail. Then, Meng Yun stood up and said to Zhao Jiang: "Zhao Jiang, beside the divorce, there is one more thing to ask for." "Oh, what's the matter with Meng Yu?" Zhao Yi'an asked. "Meng Yu wants to marry Miss Ruo, the second lady of your house, and also invites Zhao Jiang to Yucheng." Meng Yun's words were like a thunderstorm, and Zhao Jiang opened his mouth wide in shock, not knowing how to respond. Cui Mei looked at Meng Yun and Zhao Ruo with joy, exuberantly. Zhao Ruo couldn't help but look at Meng Yun with a shy expression. Zhao Ling sneered secretly. This Meng Yu was really impatient. He just divorced from her marriage and immediately proposed to marry her sister. Did he hate her so much? In fact, Meng Yun was really disgusted with the marriage with Zhao Ling, because he was a person with high self-esteem, and naturally his wife should be a beautiful and outstanding woman, but his parents had chosen Zhao Ling for him. A mediocre ordinary woman, he was naturally unwilling to marry her. In terms of appearance, Zhao Ruo basically met his requirements. But it was a pity that Zhao Ruo was not a direct daughter, so she could only be a side concubine when she married. But what did it matter? In Zhao Ruo's view, as long as she could grab Zhao Ling's things and prevent her from getting better, she would be content. Now Zhao Ling had been disfigured, the marriage had ended, and more importantly, her original husband had become her own. Zhao Ruo felt that she had never been so happy as today. Zhao Jiang also expressed incomprehension about Meng Yun's refusal to marry the eldest daughter but instead proposed to marry the second daughter. But for him, it would not make any difference whether he married the eldest daughter or the second daughter if he could climb the tree of Royal Palace. Zhao Jiang naturally agreed to Meng Yun's request. After sending Meng Yun away, and seeing Cui Mei Shi and Zhao Ruo return to the room happily, he thought about being a little sorry for Zhao Ling. Seeing Zhao Ling resigning calmly, he felt a bit guilty. After hearing the news, Madame Zhao almost fainted with anger. The son of Prince Rong was really arrogant with power. He would retreat if he wanted to retreat, and he would ask if he wanted to, he simply didn't put Zhao Jiang's mansion high in his eyes. After she calmed down, she asked Mother Ning to find Zhao Jiang. Zhao Jiang stayed in the old lady's Buddhist hall for a long time, and came out with a sullen face. On the second day, he wrote on a piece of paper, requesting Emperor Ming to marry off his eldest daughter. In fact, this was the old lady's idea. She was also thinking about Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling's appearance was now ruined, she had been divorced again, and her age was no longer below the youthful age. In the era when Da Zhaog Dynasty focused on women's reputation and appearance, she seemed to have no advantage. If one asked for marriage from the emperor, one could find a decent family. After Zhao Ling heard the news of the marriage, she almost wanted to cry without tears. This old lady Zhao had done her best for her, and she actually thought of helping herself with marriage gifting. But could she refuse it? She really didn't want to marry so soon! She still had a lot of things left to do, such as making money. She heard from Mother Xu that her mother had left a large dowry for her before her death, including two shops on Zhuque Street in the capital. Such shop for a forensic investigation. She heard that the law and order in Wuzhen had not been very good recently, and many murders had occurred. She had also researched and studied ways to go back. She didn't want to stay in this world without TV, computer, internet, and mobile phone all her life. Now she only hoped that the old emperor would take care of his daily activities, and would have no time to deal with these trivial matters of her marriage. But she underestimated the work efficiency of the old emperor. Within a few days, the palace's will to give a marriage came down.. Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of Zhao Jiang's official residence, was talented, virtuous, gentle and honest.
