My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

Jiang Wan told Fu Yan his thoughts.

"Are you saying that the plague in Linzhou was caused by the people of Western Chu?"

"It's just a suspicion now, and I need to discuss it with my father."

Fu Yan thought for a moment, "But it's not convenient for Marquis Wu Ling to come out and meet us now."

Jiang Wan narrowed his eyes, "Isn't that Miss Nan looking for Su Liqing? Do you think Su Liqing will come?"

"Why did you suddenly mention Su Liqing?" Fu Yan's upper body moved backward. He already had a stress response to the name Su Liqing.

"Fu Yan, let's put on a show, shall we?" Jiang Wan smiled.

Fu Yan vaguely felt that this was not a good thing for him, but he still nodded, "You say."

"If Su Liqing comes, our target will be her. If she doesn't come, it will be Miss Nan..."

Fu Yan stared at her intently, and saw the corners of her lips moving and her ears moving in and out.

Until I heard Jiang Wan say, "Then you can call me a jealous woman..."

Before he could finish his words, someone covered his mouth. A dry and crisp breath came into his nose. He said seriously, "You are not."

Jiang Wan concentrated for a moment, turned his head away from looking at him, and slapped his hand away, "Of course I'm not, you're just acting."

"Why bother with this? We can use money to bribe other people to act, so you and I don't have to go in person."

Jiang Wan leaned back and twisted his hands, "Do more with less."

Fu Yan didn't understand what she meant and kept staring at her.

"You and I only have one month left, so we can use this opportunity to get divorced."

Fu Yan's eyes suddenly became dull, as if he was suffocating.

"I don't want to put it off any longer."

If we wait until Dad comes back, who knows what might happen.

Besides, back at the Marquis' Mansion, the people from the Second House took advantage of her status as the Duke's wife and reaped many benefits.

If I divorce Fu Yan, I'm sure they will not be happy with me.

Jiang Wan was also unwilling to go back to the home where his family was no longer there.

So she wanted to take advantage of this matter.

Get rid of the identity of the Duke's wife and the daughter of a marquis.

Just be Jiang Wan.

"After you and I divorce, we will be separated completely."

"you......"

Fu Yan stammered, "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. After March, the emperor will issue an order, and we don't have to tear each other apart like this..."

Jiang Wan shook her head. "Fu Yan, please agree to my last request, okay?"

What Jiang Wan didn't say was that once this matter was over, she would pretend to commit suicide out of love and fake her death to get rid of it all.

By then, the entire Shangjing, whether it is the people from the second house, the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, or Fu Yan and other noble ladies and wives.

Will never deal with her again.

Jiang Wan also understood the reason why he came up with this idea in Shangjing.

If you are always ordinary, there will always be dogs passing by and barking at you.

Not to mention, you were once prosperous and wealthy, and you rose from an orphan to the wife of a duke.

In the eyes of the world, you have climbed up the social ladder. Even if they still look down on you in their hearts, they will not do anything bad in public because of this status.

But if you were to go from being the wife of a duke to an orphan and abandoned woman, all the disdain and hatred they had accumulated in their hearts would surface.

They couldn't do anything about the Duchess's wife, but they could all throw dirty water at an abandoned woman who had no parents, no power and no influence.

Even if you fall into the mud again, even if you are covered in mud, there will still be people who are willing to grab your dirty head and push you back into the mud when they see your pitiful face.

This will make them extremely excited.

What if the person was already dead after falling into the mud?

No one likes to play with someone who can't breathe or resist.

Jiang Wan hopes that he won't have to face the world's malice again in this life.

She is also unwilling to waste her energy on people who have nothing to do with her.

Then solve it from the source.

Let their rumors, gossips, and sarcasm completely drown Jiang Wan.

Let the dead Jiang Wan become an after-dinner snack that no one cares about.

And the real Jiang Wan gets unbridled happiness.

Jiang Wan looked at Fu Yan sincerely, "Didn't you say you were sorry for me? Then, just listen to me this time."

The candle flame burned slowly upwards, casting a warm glow in the room.

Fu Yan, however, felt cold all over and was in great pain.

She said to listen to her this time.

What can he do.

After a long while, after a cat's cry, a dry and trembling voice suddenly rang out in the quiet room, "...Okay."

Jiang Wan relaxed his shoulders, leaned back and withdrew his gaze from Fu Yan.

"Then write him back."

Jiang Wan picked up the shovel and left the study.

When leaving the study, Jiang Wan saw a box on the wall shelf next to the door besides a pile of books. His eyes stayed on it for a moment.

That was the box that Fu Yan used to give her the personal jade pendant in her previous life.

Jiang Wan glanced back and saw Fu Yan sitting on the Arhat couch with his head lowered. He didn't notice her. Only when he noticed Jiang Wan's gaze did he look up.

Naturally, he also saw what Jiang Wan had in his hand.

"That's for you." Fu Yan said.

But I didn't have any hope that Jiang Wanhui would accept it.

She opened the box and looked inside.

Surprisingly, there was a jade pendant inside, which was exactly the same as the one on Fu Yan.

Jiang Wan's thoughts were wandering.

She put the box down and left quietly.

With a frightened heart.

It seemed that the small shovel in his arms also noticed that his owner was in a bad mood.

It kept meowing.

Jiang Wan walked out and stopped beside Sui Lin.

"Madam?" Sui Lin was stunned. "But what can I do for you?"

Jiang Wan hesitated and asked, "Why does Fu Yan have another jade pendant that is exactly the same as the one he wears?"

Sui Lin frowned at first, "That one was left to you by my old master. When you were born, he personally drew the picture and had it made. Although they look exactly the same, there is a certain space inside, one for the mandarin duck and the other for the duck. The one you wear is the duck."

Jiang Wan murmured, "What about Yang..."

"That's for the one that the master loves..." Sui Lin spoke too quickly and had only said half of his words when he glanced at Jiang Wan's waist and saw that she was wearing a hollow Xiuyan jade ring.

He closed his mouth silently and said no more.

Jiang Wan stood in front of him.

After a while, Sui Lin spoke again, "Madam?"

Jiang Wan shook his head and left.

As I lay on the bed, my thoughts returned.

In other words, the jade pendant that Fu Yan gave to him in his previous life was not the one he was wearing.

But another piece.

"That is reserved for the one you love..."

Jiang Wan turned over with a rustling sound, and a drop of crystal tears quietly slipped from her closed eyes, casting a dark color on the purple brocade double-sided soft pillow.

It is better to discard useless emotions.