"Quick, wipe this place quickly!"

"And over there, I'll check it later. There should be a little dust, so be careful!"

Following the instructions of the head mistress, Mrs. Chen Fengzhen, Wen Wanqiu almost broke her leg.

The maids nearby saw her dressed in rags and disheveled hair, looking like a village woman who was being summoned here and there, and they couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering.

The door opens.

Horses howled at the door, and an extraordinary and handsome man stepped down from the horse. He was dressed in a cold black windbreaker. He was handsome and unrestrained, and he was wild and vigorous.

"Son!" Chen Fengzhen stepped forward and took over the robe of King Rong Ye Sichen with a smile as bright as a flower.

"My cousin Siyu will come over to have dinner with us later. You can rest for a while, change your clothes and come out."

Ye Sichen walked in front with a cold face and ignored the news.

Wen Wanqiu leaned against the door frame and watched him walk by in front of her, refusing to even look at her, feeling inexplicably sad in her heart.

"night......"

Before she could speak, Chen Fengzhen came over and scolded her, holding her waist, "I asked you to mop the floor. Why are you dawdling here when guests come tonight?"

"Okay, mother, I'll go right away."

"Don't call me mother, I don't have a daughter-in-law like you, Gungun."

Wen Wanqiu bit her red lips, took a deep look at Ye Sichen, then bent down to pick up the wooden basin, and immediately went to change the water.

She worked for more than four hours and finally had the lobby clean.

When she changed into a dress and prepared to attend the family banquet, there was already sitting in the pavilion in the center of the lake a beautiful and charming beauty, as delicate as a lily, with half of her breasts almost hanging on Ye Sichen's body.

Wen Wanqiu immediately frowned, her anger burning in her heart, and she lifted her skirt to step forward.

She was stopped by Chen Fengzhen again, "Who is that? Go and bring the lotus seed and lily porridge from the kitchen and let Si Chen and Siyu taste it. This is a good tonic that I have stewed for several hours. It is very good for the body.

Beneficial."

She smiled to please Ye Sichen, completely ignoring the anger on Wen Wanqiu's face.

"I..." Wen Wanqiu said.

"What are you doing? Hurry up!" Chen Fengzhen winked. No matter how dissatisfied Wen Wanqiu was, it could only turn into grievance. She looked at Ye Sichen with a pair of watery eyes, vaguely thinking that he could say something for herself.

It has been more than three years since she married into Prince Ye's Mansion for joy. Two years ago, Ye Sichen rarely returned to the Mansion after waking up. She, a princess in name only, has been enslaved by Chen Fengzhen. In the past, he could not see her being bullied. Wen Wanqiu can't blame him.

Him, but what about today?

He has already seen everything, will he help her?

If sincerity cannot be exchanged for true love, the three-year appointment has come, and she should...

"What are you doing standing still? Can't you hear my aunt's instructions?" Wang Siyu raised her eyebrows and scolded her, acting like a concubine of the prime minister's palace, condescendingly.

Wen Wanqiu called out without giving up: "Your Majesty."

Ye Sichen just sat there reviewing the excerpts, frowning as if he hadn't heard anything.

Wang Siyu raised the corners of her lips coldly, walked up to Wen Wanqiu, pressed close to her ear, and sneered, "A low-class person like you is not worthy of being brother Si Chen's princess. Did you see that in his eyes and in his heart?"

None of you!"

"You can only serve us tea and water, wash and cook for us, you are not even as good as a fire girl, do you understand?"

Her cold fingers pressed hard on Wen Wanqiu's heart.

Wen Wanqiu stared at Ye Sichen opposite, who was still addicted to Zhezi.

Chen Fengzhen came over and pushed Wen Wanqiu away in disgust, "Get out of here, we don't need you here anymore, don't affect our mood."

From beginning to end, they never regarded her as family. Wen Wanqiu felt that her heart was sinking into the black abyss little by little. The coldness hit her and she wanted to go back to her room.

As soon as she reached Cuilan Garden, she saw her curtains and clothes and packages being thrown out like rubbish.

Wen Wanqiu was shocked, "Stop! What are you doing?"

Several rich and thick women pinched their waists and said, "Old woman, we are ordered to clean up the bed in Miss Wang's house. These garbage are going to be thrown away. What do you think? Do you have any objections?"

Throughout the palace, it was commonplace for all servants to bully Wen Wanqiu.

But this time, it was too much!

Wen Wanqiu clenched her fists tightly, "Get out of here, this is my garden! It was the garden that the old prince gave me!"

"Hahaha, that's ridiculous. You have a garden, and I don't let you live in a hut because I think of you. The old prince is in the Palace of Hell. Do you want to go to Huangquan Road and ask if this garden still belongs to you?"

The old woman was very strong and pushed Wen Wanqiu away.

She staggered and fell to the ground, causing a group of people to burst into laughter.

"You're a loser, you're just a fun thing! You really think of yourself as a human being! Get out of here!"

Boom!

It started to rain heavily.

Wen Wanqiu sat in the pouring rain holding a few poor clothes.

Anger, regret, despair, and despair flooded crazily in her heart. A pair of scarlet eyes looked at the "family of three" in the pavilion in the middle of the lake through the rain curtain.

Ye Sichen raised his head in a daze, and their eyes met.

In the flash of lightning, he was hit in the center of his chest by this kind of gaze, which made him feel inexplicable pain.

Wang Siyu refused to accept it and grabbed the man's wrist, pretending to be coquettish, "The Night King will definitely eat the chestnuts peeled by the little girl. Aunt, look at him!"

Ye Sichen impatiently clamped her hands and ordered the housekeeper to deliver an umbrella.

In Wen Wanqiu's eyes, the two of them were flirting.

She bit her lower lip tightly and stood up tremblingly, leaving a decisive look on her back.

The moment the housekeeper arrived with the umbrella, Wen Wanqiu had already turned around and went to the study.

"Here, forget it, we're already in the study, no need for an umbrella."

He didn't pay much attention to this princess who had no sense of existence, and turned around and immediately returned to the Huxin Pavilion to wait on her.

Wen Wanqiu dragged her tired and hurt body, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, walked over with trembling hands, and wrote down.

"Letter of divorce!"

Ye Sichen, for the grace of saving my life ten years ago, I will repay you with three years of marriage. From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other.

Wen Wanqiu seemed to be able to see her heart bleeding.

She bit her finger and pressed the fingerprint hard.

Then he threw the tattered clothes on the ground and stepped away.

The entrance of the mansion.

Wen Wanqiu was about to leave, but the waiter blocked the door domineeringly.

"No one is allowed to go out without the permission of the old lady and the prince."

Wen Wanqiu changed from her usual gentleness and raised her sharp eyes, "I said, get out of my way."

"No, unless..."

Bang!

Wen Wanqiu kicked him over.

Ouch!

The servant's howl attracted a group of people, who surrounded Wen Wanqiu.

The old lady also came in a hurry.

"Wen Wanqiu, do you want to rebel?"

"I'm telling you, get out of this house, and you won't be able to come back again." She cursed angrily, completely ignoring Wen Wanqiu's dark complexion.

Her voice was low and cold, "I won't come back."
Chapter completed!