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

Fu Yan covered his eyes, and Jiang Wan couldn't see his expression.

Hearing that he didn't answer, I guessed that it wasn't about this.

Then he said coldly, "Master, please go back."

She wanted to leave this place as she paced.

Fu Yan spoke, his throat seemed to be stuck together, and his voice was dry and unbearable.

"I did not ask His Majesty for permission..."

When Fu Yan said this, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Wan had guessed long ago that if Fu Yan wanted to ask for permission to divorce her, with his methods, and the fact that she deliberately drank the contraceptive soup and ran away from home, that would be enough.

It would be easy for him to ask for permission to divorce.

The reason why I haven't received any news for such a long time is simply because Fu Yan has never mentioned this matter to the emperor.

"What do you want?" Jiang Wan had been thinking about the reason why Fu Yan was reluctant to divorce him these days.

"Could it be that you saw in your dream that my father would return victorious, and that's why you kept me waiting and refused to ask for permission to divorce?"

Fu Yan looked unhappy. "Jiang Wan, I have never had such an idea. I will fight for what I want by myself and will never use you."

Jiang Wan sneered, "Then why are you dragging your feet?"

"I told you a long time ago." Fu Yan walked towards Jiang Wan, who was about ten steps away from him.

His eyes never left her.

"I want to be with you, day and night, for the rest of my life."

It is really surprising to hear such words coming from Fu Yan's mouth.

Fu Yan moved forward step by step and was already approaching Jiang Wan.

Seeing that Fu Yan was still moving closer to him, Jiang Wan did not retreat.

Her jade-white fingertips pressed against his chest, "Fu Yan, I don't want to stay with you in that cannibalistic mansion of the Duke of Zhenguo for the rest of my life."

"I understand how you feel right now. You just wonder how I can be so disdainful of you. After all, you, Fu Yan, have been a noble young man in the capital that everyone admires since you were a child. You just can't accept such a gap for the time being. And...you think that I am your wife, and we should be together for the rest of our lives."

Jiang Wan lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "If you change your wife, you will do the same. The person you want to be with for the rest of your life is not me, Jiang Wan, but your own wife, the mistress of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, and a virtuous lady who can bear children for you."

Fu Yan was absent-minded, as if he was seriously thinking about Jiang Wan's words.

"No..." He shook his head gently, with only Jiang Wan in his eyes, "Wanwan, you are my only wife."

Jiang Wan had just tried her best to be patient and give him face to let him leave.

Now he is here talking to himself, "You are the only one here."

It’s really ridiculous, then what is Su Liqing?

Fu Yan stepped forward and tried to pull her with trembling fingers.

"Get lost." Jiang Wan slapped him angrily.

A crisp sound rang out in the yard.

Three heads were leaning against the window frame.

With her mouth open, Nanny Feng muttered: "My aunt, she is really a little ancestor..."

Qiu Nu frowned: "How about I go out?"

Yunxi looked at her and said, "Yeah, I also think we can't let this go on. It would be bad if the two of them started fighting."

Qiu Nu shook her head gently, "No, I'm just worried that the young lady's hands will be hurt, so I'll go and help her, I'm strong."

Yunxi: “…”

Nanny Feng: “…” Well, the little ancestor has a fierce slave by his side, who even dares to hit the Duke.

"Just don't make trouble."

Fu Yan's head was hit sideways.

One can imagine how much effort Jiang Wan put in.

Jiang Wan touched his hand and felt numb.

Fu Yan on the opposite side was slapped by Jiang Wan. He didn't even say a word, let alone complain.

When he looked back again, Jiang Wan saw a small cut on his face.

She looked down at the long nails on her hands that she had grown for a nice manicure, which were stained with a hint of crimson.

"......." Jiang Wan looked at him in front of him with a lonely and depressed expression.

He looked like he was going to stay and nodded angrily, "Okay, then today we will analyze in detail how you have lived your life."

Fu Yan seemed to have caught a glimpse of hope, and his eyes flickered as he looked at Jiang Wan.

"Fu Yan, answer me a question first."

"it is good."

"Who did you plant that osmanthus tree in the Wutong Courtyard for?"

Fu Yan's heart trembled.

That osmanthus tree? Such a distant memory?

It seemed that ever since he recognized Su Liqing as his benefactor, he no longer thought of the person he had been madly in love with in his childhood.

Fu Yan had been an official in the court since he was twelve years old. Even though he was extremely cautious in everything he did, he could not avoid being envied.

When he was on the verge of life and death, she appeared in time and saved his life.

She gave herself food to keep herself warm, so that she could survive.

When he was about to lose consciousness, I sang songs to amuse him and told him jokes, for fear that he would fall asleep and not wake up.

I asked her name, but she seemed very wary and was unwilling to tell me.

Thoughts of the past came flooding in like a tide, unstoppable, as if to drown me.

She said she would leave home when she grew up.

"I'm not going to stay there forever."

When I asked her why, she said that no one in that family loved her and nothing belonged to her.

Everything belongs to my younger brothers and sisters.

"They obviously have better ones, why did they take mine..."

Even the things given to her by her parents were taken away by others.

He promised her that if he went out, he would give her whatever she wanted.

"What do you want most?"

"A tree. A tree."

She wanted a tree, she said.

"I will take good care of it, love it sincerely, and treat it as a treasure."

She was only eight years old, so these words might just be casual remarks.

Fu Yan already understood that she wanted to make up for what she lacked in other things.

She also wanted to be raised under someone's care and grow up freely under the love of her father and mother.

Become a strong and brave person who is not afraid of any storm.

She desperately wanted to change her current situation but was powerless, and could only place her hopes in this way.

Starting from a small seedling... nurturing it as it grows up, she said that she would take good care of it and let it grow into a towering tree that would remain unmoved even when a storm came.

"What kind of tree do you want?" he asked.

Her eyes sparkled with a bright smile, "Osmanthus fragrans is the best!"

"Why?"

"It can be made into spices, delicious cakes and dishes. I like the cakes made with it the most. They are delicious. Have you tried them?"

"Ah."

"how do you feel?"

"I... forgot. I dare not indulge in the desire for food."

When he was a child, he didn't dare to indulge in food, and he still doesn't dare to do so now.

But the only smell he remembered was the smell of the pastry and the smell of Jiang Wan.

He couldn't lie to Jiang Wan.

He was also unwilling to lie to her. He had always believed that lying was a means to deal with outsiders, not to deceive loved ones.

His pale, colorless lips moved gently.

"Yes......"

His benefactor was Su Liqing, and he should say this name.

But he just couldn't say it, as if this person now had nothing to do with the one he met when he was young.

Out of selfish motives, he didn't want to treat her and Su Li as the same person.

“It was planted for a benefactor from my childhood.”

Fu Yan looked at the osmanthus tree in Jiang Wan's yard and knew that Jiang Wan also liked it.

He said: "If you don't like it, I will immediately have someone take me away..."

"No need."

Jiang Wan interrupted him, "It has nothing to do with me. If I like it, I will work hard to get it. If I don't like it, I will never let it appear in my own territory."