Yan Zhujun was angry in his heart. A lone girl, if it weren't for him encountering her on his way back from offering incense at the Taoist temple, she would have frozen to death long ago.
He originally didn't want to care about Su Mu's life or death, but the little Taoist nun at the temple said that he had been cold and calculating all his life, and needed to accumulate virtue and do good deeds to have a good end. Only then did he bring Su Mu back to the Yan family.
Although being a married-in husband was humiliating, for a lone girl like her, being able to marry into the Yan family was a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes. He didn't expect her to be so ungrateful, divorcing after only half a month of marriage, ruining all his previous plans.
Although Yan Zhujun was angry, he knew clearly that he must stabilize Su Mu now, and must not let her spread the news of the divorce.
He smiled and said in a humble tone: "I heard you had a conflict with Jiyue before. This child, he just has a bad temper. If there's anything between you husband and wife—"
"The Lord should know that I and Young Master Yan are no longer husband and wife, we have already signed the divorce papers." Su Mu saw through Yan Zhujun's intentions at a glance and said coldly.
"Look at you young people, you're so impulsive. Marriage is not a child's play, how can you divorce just like that?" Yan Zhujun's face remained unchanged, but the prayer beads in his hand had been dented by his fingernails.
Su Mu laughed coldly in her heart. Yan Zhujun had a very good reputation outside, and was also a first-class good person. But a person who believes in both Taoism and Buddhism is nothing more than a tool to satisfy his own desires, not a devout believer who is truly devoted to goodness.
"How does the Lord know that my divorce from Yan Jiyue is impulsive? Only we ourselves know whether this marriage is harmonious or not. Isn't it good to cut the mess with a sharp knife now?"
"You—" Seeing that his persuasion to reconcile was not working on Su Mu, Yan Zhujun gave Ling Hua a look.
Ling Hua received the signal and fell to his knees in front of Su Mu with a thud, pulling at her skirt: "Young Mistress, how can you be so heartless? You know how much criticism a man faces after divorce. Can you bear to see the young master being pointed at and cursed?"
Su Mu pulled her skirt back unmoved and said: "Don't make it sound like I'm being heartless. You don't need to persuade me. Yan Jiyue is even more eager about the divorce than I am."
Ling Hua secretly exchanged glances with Yan Zhujun, and after confirming that Su Mu was determined, Ling Hua gritted his teeth and said: "The Young Mistress can use the excuse of marital discord to heartlessly abandon the young master, but have you forgotten the great kindness the Lord showed you when you were destitute? If it weren't for the Lord, you—"
"Ling Hua, that's enough, don't say anymore." Yan Zhujun turned his prayer beads, his eyes filled with sorrow and forbearance.
Ling Hua refused to shut up and said loudly: "In the three months of severe winter, with bone-chilling cold, if it weren't for the Lord back then, Young Mistress, how could you be alive and kicking like this now? But you repay kindness with enmity."
"Ling Hua." Yan Zhujun scolded angrily.
Ling Hua's eyes were filled with tears, resentment in his eyes: "Lord, this slave just feels aggrieved for you. Now that the words pent up in my heart have finally been said, this slave feels relieved. You can beat or punish this slave without complaint."
Su Mu leisurely drank her tea.
In her previous life, she had too little real-life experience. How did she not see that this was all an act?
"Su Mu, ah, Ling Hua, he... don't take it to heart." Yan Zhujun said earnestly.
Su Mu smiled slowly: "Of course I won't. What Ling Hua said is all true. Back then, I indeed received your kindness."
Hearing Su Mu voluntarily admit it, a flash of joy crossed Yan Zhujun's eyes, thinking she would compromise like before.
But unexpectedly, Su Mu changed her tone: "So when you asked me to marry in as repayment for your kindness, even though I knew I would be pointed at and ridiculed by the whole city, looked down upon by all women, I accepted it. I endured the mockery from everyone in the Yan family. Isn't this enough to repay your kindness?"
"The principle of repaying a droplet of kindness with a gushing spring is something even a three-year-old child understands," Ling Hua refuted.
So in her previous life, her marriage, her ten years of time, and even her life had to be used to repay his kindness.
It was too tiring. She carried the kindness like a thousand-pound burden, pressing her so that she couldn't breathe for ten years. So much so that later when she was dying from poison, what she felt was not fear of death, but relief.
But it's good now, she has seen through it. People can't be too soft-hearted, the bottom line that should be held must not be compromised even a step.
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