"No need to apologize. Marquis Yang has done a great service to the court. In respect to the old man's face, I won't hold it against you..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qingqing sighed in relief, a feeling of smug satisfaction rising in her heart. It seems he does care about her father after all.
However, the young man's next words made Yang Qingqing feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"As they say, a forcibly twisted melon is not sweet. It is obvious from your actions these past days that you are dissatisfied with me and this marriage. Well then, this small Prince Wei's Mansion cannot accommodate such a great Buddha like you..."
With that, Chen Mo took the paper and pen from the desk and began writing in grand strokes. Before the ink had even dried, he tossed the finished document to Yang Qingqing, saying, "You might as well go back where you came from."
