She loses if she divorces, the reborn mistress only divorces her husband

The door of the study was wide open, and Butler Bai could see at a glance that Bai Yiyi was writing with full concentration.

Her eyes were focused and her face was calm, completely different from her usual self who would easily lose her temper.

"Xiao Wan, does the young lady really want to paint a longevity painting?" Butler Bai was still a little unconvinced. The change was a little too fast.

"Yes." Li Jingwan nodded continuously and put forward a set of prepared excuses.

"I went to serve the young lady last night, and I saw her crying secretly. Maybe she saw me and could talk to her, so she told me something from her heart."

"The young lady said that she missed the old lady very much. She had contacted a very good craftsman in Tacheng to make a set of headgear designed by her for the old lady. Unfortunately, she is in the manor now and cannot prepare expensive gifts for the old lady. After much thought, she can only draw a longevity painting to express her filial piety."

After Li Jingwan's explanation, Butler Bai's face became relieved, "Young lady has always been a filial child. She even prepared birthday gifts for the old lady while she is here."

"Butler Bai, does the old lady dislike the young lady?" Li Jingwan lowered her voice, "Otherwise, why would she let the young lady come here?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Butler Bai glared at her.

"The old lady naturally likes the young lady. She asked her to come here in the hope that the young lady could temper her temper. You are now the young lady's personal maid, so you should also persuade the young lady more, do you understand?"

"Okay, I see." Li Jingwan confirmed her guess.

"Butler Bai, although I am not very good-looking, I think the young lady is not someone who loses her temper for no reason. I think the young lady is very kind and treats me very well. She loses her temper just because she feels wronged and no one believes her."

Butler Bai didn't respond. He looked at Bai Yiyi who was writing seriously and sighed in his heart. After a while, he said, "Come with me to get the ointment and apply some to the young lady later."

Li Jingwan knew that her words had worked, so she said no more.

Next, let Butler Bai see for himself the changes in Bai Yiyi.

On the afternoon of the third day, Bai Yiyi threw down her brush, leaned back in her chair, and looked dull.

"Xiao Wan, my eyes are almost blurry. I don't want to write this word again in my life. Last night I dreamed that I was surrounded by a lot of 'Shou' characters."

Li Jingwan walked to her side and massaged her right wrist. "Miss, you are amazing. You finished it in less than three days."

She was actually a little surprised that Bai Yiyi was able to finish writing.

She had actually made the worst plan. If Bai Yiyi didn't want to write, she would write the rest.

But during these three days, although Bai Yiyi said that she was tired, she was actually writing very hard, day and night.

Bai Yiyi was a good girl, but she was harmed step by step to such an extent because of her unkind father, difficult stepmother, scheming sister, and her young mother's early death.

After returning to Tacheng, she will definitely help Bai Yiyi get back everything that belongs to her.

Li Jingwan took out the ointment and rubbed it on her wrist. "Miss, tomorrow this longevity painting can be sent back to Tacheng by carriage. The old lady will definitely like it. You can go back in a few days at most."

Bai Yiyi immediately perked up, "I'll write the last word 'Shou' right away."

A blank area was left in the middle of the brocade. According to Li Jingwan's plan, the largest character "Shou" (longevity) would be written here.

Bai Yiyi pointed at the blank space and said, "Xiao Wan, do you want to change the color of the word 'Shou'?"

"Of course." Li Jingwan nodded, "This is the only way to highlight it and complement the other 'longevity' characters."

"Then what color should we use?" Bai Yiyi now asks Li Jingwan everything and trusts her very much.

"Blood ink."

"What?" Bai Yiyi thought she had heard it wrong, "What ink?"

"Blood ink." Li Jingwan explained, "When you drop blood into ink, it turns black and red, and that's blood ink."

"Why...why?" Bai Yiyi widened her eyes.

"Miss, this is the only way to better demonstrate your filial piety to the old lady." Li Jingwan said, "Ancient books record that there were filial sons who copied the Filial Piety Sutra with blood and ink to pray for their parents."

"If the old lady knew, she would definitely be very touched and would feel even more sorry for you. This is the best way to win the heart."

Bai Yiyi thought it made sense, and glanced at the blank area again, looking a little embarrassed, "That would cost a lot of blood..."

"Don't worry, your blood won't be used." Li Jingwan blinked, hinting at something.

"Butler Bai said that you have been working hard these past few days, so he specially asked the kitchen to kill a chicken and make chicken soup for you tonight."

-

Butler Bai came to the courtyard carrying a soup bowl, and Li Jingwan, who was sitting outside the study, immediately stood up and went forward to greet him.

"Butler Bai, how could you trouble me to deliver it in person? Give it to me now."

Butler Bai didn't let go, frowning and asking, "I heard from the kitchen that the young lady didn't even eat dinner, what's going on?"

"The young lady said she is not hungry yet and wants to finish painting the longevity painting before eating."

"The birthday gift for the old lady is important, but the health of the young lady is also important." Butler Bai said as he was about to go in. "I asked the kitchen to make chicken soup for the young lady. Drink it now..."

Li Jingwan stopped him from entering, "Butler Bai, let me do it, you go back first."

Her eyes were obviously evasive, and Butler Bai felt suspicious. He lowered his voice and asked, "Did something happen to the young lady?"

"No, no." Li Jingwan quickly shook her head.

"Then why don't you let me in?"

"I..." Li Jingwan bit her lower lip and couldn't speak, so she had to move aside, "Then you... please come in."

Butler Bai entered the study and saw Bai Yiyi writing at the desk. "Miss, you haven't had dinner yet. Have some chicken soup to warm your stomach. This is a pheasant sent by the tenant. The meat is fresh and tender."

"Uncle Bai, please put it aside for now." Bai Yiyi was a little surprised to see him come in, and her eyes were dodging like Li Jingwan's, "I'll eat after I finish writing."

Butler Bai's doubts deepened, but his expression remained calm. "Then I'll pour you a bowl of chicken soup to cool it down. The chicken soup is still hot."

As he spoke, he walked to the desk and saw at a glance that Bai Yiyi's left palm was wrapped in gauze, with a faint red color showing through, it looked like the wound was quite large.

"Miss, how are you injured?" Butler Bai asked in shock, "What happened?"

"Uncle Bai, I'm fine." Bai Yiyi lowered her left hand, covering the gauze with her sleeve. "I just got scratched accidentally. Xiaowan has bandaged it for me. It will be fine in two days."

Butler Bai saw that her lips were a little pale and didn't believe what she said, but he couldn't ask her, so he poured a bowl of chicken soup and left the study, called Li Jingwan aside, with a serious face.

"Xiao Wan, tell me the truth, how did the young lady get hurt?"

Li Jingwan lowered her head and dared not look at him, "Miss, the back of your hand... was scratched by a branch..."

Butler Bai didn't believe it. "If you keep hiding it from me and can't even take care of the young lady, I will transfer you to be a servant."

Li Jingwan panicked and raised her head quickly, "Butler Bai, please don't, it's the young lady who told me not to say it..."

"Then tell me, I won't mention it to the young lady."

Li Jingwan nodded helplessly, "The wound on the young lady's hand was cut by herself with a knife."

"Why?" Butler Bai was very surprised.

"The young lady said that she had read in a book that someone used blood drops to add ink to write the Book of Filial Piety to pray for the elders to live a long life. She said that although she wrote a picture of longevity, she still felt that her intention was not enough, so she followed suit and wrote the word 'longevity' with blood ink."

"You can see that the biggest character 'Shou' is not black, but dark red, because it is mixed with the young lady's blood."

"This..." Butler Bai felt very distressed. He thought that saying it was nonsense would belittle Bai Yiyi's filial piety, so he could only say, "How could you, a girl, let the young lady get hurt and not stop it?"

"I went to the kitchen to get some snacks, and when I came back, the lady had already cut the back of her hand..."

After Li Jingwan finished speaking, she quickly said, "Butler Bai, please don't let the young lady know that I told her about this. She didn't let me tell her because she didn't want the old lady to know."

"She said that she felt guilty for causing the old lady to worry about her because of her ignorance in the past two years. If the old lady knew that she was injured, she would definitely feel even more distressed."

Although Butler Bai sighed heavily, his face was very happy, "The eldest lady has really changed a lot. The old lady will definitely be very happy to see her gift."

Behind him, Bai Yiyi quietly poked her head out and asked with her eyes what was going on.

Li Jingwan nodded slightly.

It's done!

-

The dungeon of the Zhenfu Division, a place where not even a ray of sunlight can penetrate.

In the dungeon's interrogation room, the thick blue walls had long been stained dark by the prisoners' blood, and when the torches shone on them, it seemed as if even the light was sucked away.

A man without his right arm was tied to a pillar behind him, his head hanging down, and he seemed to be dead.

When Chu Tingyu walked in, the man didn't react at all.

"Did he use torture?" Chu Tingyu asked Qi Ming beside him.

"Yes." Qi Ming nodded, his voice apologetic. "I am incompetent, but this person is too stubborn and won't confess no matter what."

Although he was anxious, he knew that this man was the last survivor, so he had to hold back when torturing him.

After two days of torture, the killer only said his name was Ding Sheng and refused to answer other questions. It was estimated that even his name was fake.

"Wake him up."

Qi Ming immediately asked someone to bring ice water and poured it on Ding Sheng. The other party trembled violently and slowly woke up.

Chu Tingyu sat on the chair directly in front of Ding Sheng and ordered, "Raise your head."

His voice sounded particularly low in the small interrogation room, carrying an air of authority that brooked no room for argument.

Ding Sheng did as he was told, revealing his face covered in blood. When he saw that it was the person who had chopped off his arm, his eyes were filled with anger.

Without waiting for Chu Tingyu to ask, he said first, "I don't know anything. I just do things for money."

Chu Tingyu asked an abrupt question, "Do you know who I am?"

Ding Sheng stared at him cautiously for a while before speaking, "I don't know."

When the market was sealed off that day, Chu Tingyu did not reveal his real identity, and the market manager spoke in a low voice when reporting to him, so no one else knew his identity.

"My name is Chu Tingyu."

With just these few words, the wariness in Ding Sheng's eyes turned into shock.

Prince Jing Chu Tingyu, although low-key, has a great reputation throughout the world.

Especially in the capital and the northwest, his name is well-known.

Ding Sheng didn't expect that Chu Tingyu was so young and so skilled.

Judging from his handsome appearance, he doesn't look like a veteran of the battlefield, but he is quite imposing.

"Ding Sheng, I heard that when choosing a killer in the martial arts world, they won't choose someone who's alone. Do you know why?"

His second question made Ding Sheng even more confused, so he didn't say anything.

Chu Tingyu answered it himself.

"Because being alone means having no relatives or friends, and no worries. This kind of person may seem to have no weaknesses, but in fact, he is very difficult to control. Because he has no one to worry about, it is very difficult to control him."

"I guess you must have a family, right?"

Ding Sheng still didn't answer, but his tightly pursed lips revealed his nervousness.

"You don't want to say it because you know that once you say it and break the rules, your family will suffer. If you don't say it, your family will receive a pension after you die and can continue to live."

Ding Sheng's breathing became heavier and his eyes moved away slightly, not daring to look Chu Tingyu in the face.

Because every word Chu Tingyu said was correct.

"I ask you, if you don't tell me, your family will suffer the same fate, what will you choose?"

Ding Sheng's gaze, which had originally been tilted to the side, immediately shifted back, and his wide eyes revealed shock and doubt.

Chu Tingyu said slowly, "With my status as a king, it is not difficult to find your family."

"You don't believe it?" Chu Tingyu smiled, "I will have someone draw your portrait and post it in all the states and counties. Although Shengchao is very large, there will always be people who know you and your family. It's just a matter of time."

"I will also order people to hang your bodies on the city gates. Won't your family come to claim your bodies? Don't worry, I have a way to keep your bodies from decaying for a thousand years."

“Unless your family and relatives live in the deep mountains and forests and are isolated from the outside world for generations, I will always find them.” The remaining smile on Chu Tingyu’s lips turned into ruthlessness.

"When I find them, I will not let any of them go, and they will not die easily. Lingchi or chariot dismemberment are considered light. I really want to see the tortures of the previous dynasty."

Ding Sheng felt a cold wind blowing for no reason. He couldn't help but shiver, and the broken arm seemed to hurt even more.

Although Chu Tingyu did not torture him, he felt even more frightened.

Ding Sheng tried to remain calm, but his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He believed that the famous Prince Jing in front of him was definitely not joking with him.

Chu Tingyu can definitely do it.

"Ding Sheng, I know you have someone you want to protect, so I'm unwilling to tell you. But the premise is that you and the people behind you can protect them."

"But do you think you can do it?" Chu Tingyu said as he stood up and took two steps towards him. "I also have people I want to protect. I can do anything."

At this moment, Ding Sheng fully believed that Chu Tingyu had experienced countless battles on the battlefield.

His eyes were so fierce, like a blade blessed with blood.

Ding Sheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"This king will give you a chance. Just tell me everything you know, and nothing will happen to your family."

Hesitation arose in his heart, and Ding Sheng finally spoke, his voice hoarse, filled with fear and worry.

“They won’t let my family go.”

"They..." Chu Tingyu paused, "Do you think I will keep these people?"

Ding Sheng thought he had killed many people and was very brave, but he was frightened by the cruelty in Chu Tingyu's words.

Finally, he gave up struggling, "My Lord, I will tell you anything as long as you can protect my family."

As for himself, it was already a stroke of luck that he could keep his body intact, and he would not ask for more.

"Okay, I will never break my promise." Chu Tingyu nodded and immediately asked, "Who sent you here?"