In the spring of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom.

A refreshing fragrance wafted in through the window, permeating my very being.

In a crimson robe, Chu Yunfei sat before the dressing table, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror. Her complexion was fair, radiating a youthful vibrancy and energy.

It seems like I've been reborn...

Bang!

The door was flung open without warning.

A servant strode in arrogantly, slapping a divorce notice onto the vanity table with a loud smack: "Your Highness, this is the decree of separation from the King. Please take a look!"

"A divorce letter?" Shi Baochan, standing on the left, paled and looked at his own wife in disbelief. "Why would the King give a divorce letter to the Empress for no reason? What has the Empress done wrong?"

Standing on the right, Shi Shengxia frowned and said to Bangbang, "The prince must have taken the wrong medicine."

The King and Queen's marital harmony is well known throughout the household. How could the King possibly write a divorce letter?

"Enough chatter." The servant who delivered the dismissal scroll gave a look of disdain and impatience. "The prince has ordered that after you finish your breakfast, you are to leave the Prince's Manor immediately. Do not linger or make things difficult, lest everyone lose face!"

He dropped the sentence and was about to leave.

Chu Yunfei regained her composure and coldly asked, "Where is Rong Cang?"

The guard turned his head, his face showing disdain: "Your Highness would be best served to know when you're out of line. The prince doesn't want to see you—"

"I ask you, where is Rong Cang?" Chu Yunfei stared, her voice as cold as ice, "Just a lowly servant, dare to speak to me like this?"

Faced with the icy gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took two steps back: "Your Highness... he... is in the study..."

Chu Yunfei grabbed the notice of dismissal on the table and walked out.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! You can't go." The servant chased after her, continuing to shout, "The King has divorced you. You are no longer the mistress of this manor. What qualifications do you have to enter the King's study?"

"Midsummer."

"I am here, my master!"

"Anyone who dares to act against me, the princess, will be punished! Twenty lashes!" Chu Yunfei commanded, her voice as cold as ice. "Beat him until he can't speak another word."

"Yes!"

Summer passed, and she clutched the collar of his silver cloak, dragging him toward the corner.

Yin Qiao was both anxious and afraid: “What are you doing? I am here on the orders of Lord Wang, you dare… ah!”

In the sweltering summer, Shengxia lifted her foot and kicked Yinqiao to her knees on the ground. Ignoring her cries of pain, she raised her hand and began slapping her relentlessly.

The lines flow seamlessly, like clouds in the sky, without any hesitation.

"Ah ah! You... you let... Mmm, stop it!"

“You’re the brazen one!” Sh penghua slapped out with a resounding smack, her expression murderous. “Little wretch, you have guts! You don’t even know who my madam is! Just as a lowly servant like you, how dare you speak to my madam so disrespectfully? I wouldn't kill you because my madam is merciful, she wants to accumulate blessings for the child in her womb. Do you really think you are lucky?” She spat with disgust.

In the sweltering summer, he fought while berating his opponent. With attacks from both sides, his palms lashed out like a sudden storm, relentlessly pounding Silver-Qiao until her vision blurred and her horns cracked, her entire face swelling like that of a pig's head.

Twenty palms struck quickly, without any hesitation.

During the sweltering summer heat, Sheng Xia waved her hand and followed after her master. Only Yin Qiao Feng was left in the midst of the wind, his face battered beyond recognition from the beating, so much pain that he couldn't even utter a word.

"Your Majesty, the Queen," Shengxia hurried to catch up with her mistress, "Please slow down, be careful of the little one in your belly—"

Bang!

Chu Yunfei kicked open the study door with a thunderous boom.

In the study, two people standing close together were startled and simultaneously turned their heads to look.

Chu Yunfei also naturally saw the scene in the study.

The master of this manor—Chu Yunxi, the wife who had once paid her respects to heaven and earth as his husband, Dachu's war god, King Rong Cang, was now holding another young man's hand, standing before a writing desk, unsure whether he was composing a poem or painting.

This scene before my eyes looks truly harmonious and beautiful, much like a couple in perfect harmony.

Upon seeing him, he didn't appear to be the least bit nervous.

"Your Highness is quite refined, aren't you? Are you teaching your little sister how to write?" Chu Yunfei leaned against the door frame, her expression cold, but a hint of mockery curled at the corner of her lips. "But when did your little sister arrive at the palace? I don't recall."

Her given name was Chu Yun Jiao. She was the half-sister of Chu Yun Xi, sharing the same father but different mothers. She was the daughter of a low-ranking official at the Ministry of Revenue.

Seeing Chu Yunfei approach, Chu Yunjiao's eyes quickly flashed with a hint of jealousy. She then broke free from Rong Cang's hand and walked over to apologize: "Sister, are you angry? It was my fault. I didn't inform elder sister beforehand, please forgive me."

"Advance notice?" Chu Yunfei's eyes turned cold, and she raised her hand to slap. "Advance notice? You were meeting with the Wangye in his study, warning me to come over and catch you?"

A crisp round of applause rang out, sending a shiver down my spine.

Chu Yun Jiao was hit and her head tilted to the side. Five distinct finger prints quickly appeared on her fair face.

Slowly raising her eyes, she covered her face in disbelief, her eyes filled with obvious shock: "Big sister, you hit me?"

“What? Can’t I hit you?” Chu Yunfei glared coldly, “As your elder sister, I have the right to discipline you, my illegitimate sister. I can hit and scold as I please; as the mistress of the War Prince’s manor, I have even more right to discipline a shameless woman who tries to seduce the prince!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the study instantly dropped to freezing.

Chu Yun's face turned pale, she clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes filled with deep humiliation and resentment.

Damn Chu Yunfei, to actually insult me like this.

After I get home, I will definitely tell Father and let him punish you well.

However...

Zhu Yun Jiao couldn't help but complain in her heart, "Why hasn't the prince come to speak up yet?"

Didn't he say he was going to quit Chuyunxi?

Chu Yunjiao turned her head to look at Rongcang, her face pale and her eyes red: "Your Highness."

His words came out in a pitiful tone, as if he had suffered a thousand injustices.

"Chu Yunfei," Rong Cang finally opened his mouth, his attitude icy cold. "This king has already given you the divorce papers. You should pack your things and leave the palace quickly."

Leave of absence?

Chu Yunfei slowly raised her foot and walked over, stopping before Rong Cang's face. "Your Highness, are you sure?"

Of course, definitely. Rong Cang's tone was cold. "Don't be shameless—"

Smack!

Chu Yunfei dealt him a palm strike without hesitation. The sound was crisp, startling Chu Yunjiao into freezing in her tracks.

"Your Highness!" Chu Yun Jiao exclaimed, rushing over and reaching out to touch Rong Cang's face with concern etched on her features, "Does Your Highness hurt? How could your sister be so arrogant?"

Chu Yunfei ignored Chu Yunjiao, her eyes fixed on Rong Cang: "Your Highness, are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm certain," Rong Cang gritted his teeth angrily, "Get out of here right now—"

Slap!

Chu Yunfei struck back with another palm, the sound even crisper and louder, with even greater force.

Chu Yun Jiao was about to go crazy.

I can't believe that Chu Yunfei is so arrogant, daring to slap the King's ears in front of everyone.

What do you want to do? Are you going to rebel?