Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 53: Writing the Letter of Divorce

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Writing the Letter of Divorce

Lin Wan’er returned to Feng Courtyard and stayed behind closed doors, even skipping dinner.

Lu Lingxiao was already plagued by frustration. First, trouble had arisen at the border; second, Meng Qianqian had suddenly proposed divorce. For the first time, he felt reluctant to visit Lin Wan’er.

It wasn’t until Lu Luo came to urge him three times, claiming Lin Wan’er had abdominal pain and needed a doctor, that Lu Lingxiao went over, his expression grave.

The doctor checked Lin Wan’er’s pulse: "Miss has excessive heart fire, which has affected her pregnancy. I will prescribe a remedy to stabilize the fetus. Boil it over high heat, simmer on low heat for half an hour, and drink one bowl in the morning and evening. I will come back in three days to check her pulse again."

"Thank you, Doctor Li."

Lu Lingxiao instructed Shen Yan to escort the doctor out.

Lin Wan’er leaned weakly into Lu Lingxiao’s embrace.

Lu Lingxiao asked, "Why did you suddenly disturb the pregnancy?"

Lin Wan’er remained silent.

Lu Luo said, "Miss returned like this after leaving the Eldest Young Madam’s courtyard. This servant doesn’t know what happened. The Eldest Young Madam didn’t allow this servant to follow her inside..."

It was expected that upon hearing this, the General would, as usual, blame Meng Qianqian for deliberately targeting Lin Wan’er.

Unexpectedly, Lu Lingxiao only furrowed his brows and asked the person in his arms, "What were you doing seeking her out for no reason?"

Lin Wan’er’s gaze flickered. She straightened up from his arms and, using hand signs, communicated: I didn’t want the Eldest Young Madam to quarrel with you over me. If possible, I’m willing to move out of the Lu Family.

Words heard once or twice may be touching; heard too many times, they become numb.

Coupled with the accumulation of recent troubles, Lu Lingxiao didn’t comfort her for once.

Seeing Lu Lingxiao silent, Lu Luo panicked and quickly said, "The Eldest Young Madam didn’t let Miss have water to drink and wouldn’t even allow her to sit on her stool..."

Lu Lingxiao suddenly remembered his first visit to Haitang Courtyard when she frowned and glared at his behind. He said, "She doesn’t like outsiders sitting arbitrarily in her room."

Lin Wan’er gave Lu Luo a look, and Lu Luo silently said, "This servant will go check if the medicine is ready."

Lu Lingxiao was distracted when suddenly a burning tear splashed onto his hand.

Alarmed, he turned to Lin Wan’er and found her biting her lip in grievance, her face streaked with tears.

His heart tightened, and he asked helplessly, "Wan’er, why are you crying?"

Lin Wan’er sobbed uncontrollably, signing: Do you regret bringing me back?

Lu Lingxiao: "Not at all!"

Lin Wan’er cried, signing: When father entrusted me to you, he didn’t know there was already a wife in your family. Otherwise, even if I had to die at Yumen Pass, he’d never have let his daughter debase herself like this... If you find me an eyesore, I’ll return to the border... Don’t worry... I won’t marry another; I’ll live firmly guarding my father and elder brother’s memorial tablets for the rest of my life...

Lu Lingxiao felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, pulling her into his arms: "I’m sorry. It’s my fault..."

On the rooftop, three figures lay atop snow-covered tiles. One tile had been removed, allowing a clear view of Lu Lingxiao and Lin Wan’er on the bed inside.

Yu Zichuan stared unblinkingly.

Qing Shuang’s expression was serious.

The Commander of the Imperial Guard arrived last and mouthed silently: "What are you two doing?"

The two mouthed back: "Watching drama. Why are you here?"

The Commander: "Arresting you two. Grand Commander’s orders: no interfering in Lu Family’s affairs. That damned man..."

Oh no, a slip of the tongue!

He hastily clamped his mouth shut, but Qing Shuang had already caught his lip movements.

Qing Shuang: "You insulted the Grand Commander."

Yu Zichuan: "...I want to insult him too."

Qing Shuang: "Let’s do it together."

Commander: "..."

Inside the room, Lin Wan’er slightly lifted her chin while Lu Lingxiao cupped her face, gently leaning down.

The Commander’s face turned pale. He grabbed Qing Shuang and Yu Zichuan, covering their eyes with his hands.

Lu Lingxiao, you heartless scoundrel, broad daylight and you’re acting out?!

Children shouldn’t watch! Ladies shouldn’t watch!

"Up there!"

A stern voice suddenly sounded from below, and the three of them flinched.

The Commander leapt down and bowed respectfully to the newcomer, lowering his voice as he said, "Greetings, Old Madam! We’re... on orders to catch thieves... passing through here... about to—"

Before the word "leave" was spoken, the Old Madam, expressionless, said, "Take me up. I want to listen."

The three: "..."

Snow fell silently; the temple had fewer visitors, and the grounds were eerily quiet.

A monk sat in his room, a wooden fish placed beside him, just recently struck.

Lu Yuan knelt on a prayer mat opposite him, back facing the open door.

The cold wind howled, and the monk was dressed in thin robes.

Lu Yuan wore a luxurious, thick purple cloak. His posture was upright, his demeanor distinguished, his slender, finely-crafted hands like jade. Even an ordinary kettle looked like immortal-grade jade in his grasp.

He poured the monk a cup of tea and said unhurriedly, "After Beiliang’s defeat, they signed a surrender document and compensation agreement with Great Zhou, agreeing to deliver 100,000 taels of gold to the Capital within three months. Yet, ten days ago, the Beiliang envoy’s party and the 100,000 taels of gold vanished without a trace. What do you make of this, Master?"

The monk closed his eyes slightly, as if he hadn’t heard a single word.

Lu Yuan smiled and poured himself a cup of tea: "Beiliang vehemently accuses Great Zhou of plotting robbery and murder, while Great Zhou’s soldiers insist Beiliang committed theft under self-watch. Both sides are demanding accountability. The location of the disappearance was thirty miles outside Feng County, which suffered the worst from Beiliang’s brutal massacres. The people and garrison there bear deep hatred for the Beiliang army, a hatred so profound they would kill them on sight."

He placed the kettle back on the brazier’s rack. "The tenuously stabilized situation at the border has descended into a hostile standoff due to this enigmatic case. Five years of warfare have been for nothing."

The monk’s hand paused on the Buddha beads he was handling.

Lu Yuan said, "Recently, a monkey’s daughter arrived in the Capital along with someone connected to the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. The Chu Family may have fallen, but the Black Armor Guards aren’t completely eradicated. If they reappear, would you return to the court, Supreme Emperor?"

The monk finally responded, opening his eyes slowly to meet Lu Yuan’s gaze—beneath his smiling exterior was an undercurrent of menace: "If I return, will you try to stop me, Lu Yuan?"

Lu Yuan drained his tea and set the cup back on the table, tilting his head in hearty laughter: "Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

He stood up, laughing arrogantly as his voice resounded through the heavens, hands clasped behind his back, striding imposingly out.

Reaching the veranda, his laughter abruptly ceased. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp as he glanced behind him. His eyes darkened, and his tone went cold: "Supreme Emperor, just stay here in the temple, keeping company with the flickering lights and eternal Buddha. Live out your years in peace!"

At the foot of the mountain.

A horse-drawn carriage came to a gradual stop at the roadside.

"Be careful now."

The coachman lifted the curtain and helped someone down.

The Old Madam eyed the snow-laden mountain steps, her brows knitting tightly.

The coachman asked, "Old Madam, with the snow this heavy, how will you climb up?"

The Old Madam landed a slap on his head: "You’ll carry me up, of course! Do you expect me to climb myself?"

The coachman held his head: "Yes, yes!"

Resigned, the coachman hoisted the Old Madam onto his back.

Without a word, the Old Madam walked straight to the monastery’s rear mountain.

Inside the most secluded courtyard, she climbed the steps spiritedly. She kicked off her shoes one by one, landed on the clean floor, and slammed the meditation room door open!

Brandishing a letter, she declared righteously, "Does the blank imperial decree from all those years ago still stand or not? If it does, write this divorce letter!"

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