Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

Chapter 650: Take off the armor, take it off again and again
The courtyard at night is picturesque, with stars twinkling in the deep sky and the bright moonlight shining down, creating a quiet and mysterious beauty.

Unfortunately, the unpleasant sound of the pipa, like slaughtering a pig, destroyed the beauty of the night.

In the quaint room, Yang Qingqing was lying flat on the ground with a carpet on it. She supported her upper body with her elbows, and the pipa was lying flat beside her. She was reading a book while plucking the strings of the pipa with her hands.

There is no rhythm, let alone melody, it's just pure chaos.

She was wearing a navy blue national costume from Shu Prefecture with a very short skirt. From behind, one could see that her body curves were very graceful and elegant, her figure was graceful and slender, and her white calves swayed backwards from time to time, showing that she looked very relaxed.

The white tiger Dabai was lazily lying in the tiger den that Yang Qingqing had specially prepared for it, about ten feet away from it. Maybe it was really tired, with its head drooped and its eyes half closed, when the shrill sound of the pipa woke it up again.

The big white tiger opened its mouth slightly and let out a low roar, but it soon became aware of its owner's death stare. The owner was dangling a pillow in front of it, as if he was going to throw the pillow at it if it barked again.

Dabai had no choice but to lower his head in grievance and let it hang on the ground.

But at this moment, its ears pricked up as it smelled the scent of a "stranger". It suddenly stood up, but did not stand up completely. Instead, it lay low, bared its teeth, and roared towards the outside of the house.

Tigers have a strong sense of territory and a particularly keen sense of smell. Dabai regards this courtyard as his own territory. As long as there are outsiders coming in, he will immediately roar to drive them away.

At the same time, Yang Qingqing also heard footsteps outside the house. With her perception as a mid-level warrior, she could tell from the footsteps that it was a man's.

The place where she lived was in the backyard of the palace. In this backyard, apart from those boys, only one man could enter.

That is the owner of this palace.

"he came"

Yang Qingqing looked inexplicably panicked and stood up quickly.

To be honest, although she was "disturbing" others at night and her behavior was quite annoying, deep down, she was still afraid of Chen Mo, even though the two of them had never met formally.

But a person's name is like a tree's shadow.

Chen Mo was a ruthless man who drove out foreign enemies and suppressed the rebellious party. The number of people who died at his hands was difficult to count. He was no weak scholar.

Of course, she was scared, but she also believed that with her father around, Chen Mo wouldn't dare to do anything to her and could only beat and scold her at most.

It's not that she can't bear these.

Thinking of this, she decided to act a little rudely later.

Chen Mo didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open and walked in. Then he heard a cold shout: "Who?"

Before he could speak, the voice rang out again: "Are you the King of Wei? With your status, are you so ignorant of etiquette? You didn't even knock on the door before coming in?"

"Roar!" Dabai also roared at Chen Mo, and then slowly approached Chen Mo. This is the normal reaction of a wild beast looking at its prey.

"Snapped!"

But the only response from Yang Qingqing was a loud slap. The next moment, the white tiger Dabai was blown away by an invisible force and slammed heavily against the wall. After landing, it let out a low groan and looked towards Chen Mo with fear in its eyes. It did not dare to move forward.

This immediately made it behave itself.

"A beast is a beast. When it sees its master, it doesn't shake its head but barks at the master. It deserves to be beaten." Chen Mo's expression was cold, but his sharp eyes were glaring at Yang Qingqing.

In name, Yang Qingqing is Chen Mo's concubine. Naturally, everything she has belongs to Chen Mo, including her pet.

"You" Yang Qingqing glared at Chen Mo, but she was panicked in her heart. She didn't even see how the other party made his move.

Chen Mo walked past Yang Qingqing, came to the desk and sat down, and said: "This is my territory, you are my concubine, do I need to knock on the door when I come to your place?"

Chen Mo glanced at Yang Qingqing indifferently, and directly crushed the other party with his aura.

Yang Qingqing didn't expect Chen Mo to be so rude as soon as he came in, and to belittle her like that. Just when she was organizing her words to fight back.

Chen Mo continued, "Talk to me about etiquette. Okay, I'll talk to you. From the moment you first stepped into the gate of the palace, you were my woman. As a concubine, you had to pay your respects to the mistress when you first entered the house. But after such a long time, have you ever paid your respects once?

When I came back, you came out to greet me. Is this the etiquette you mentioned? Hmm?"

Chen Mo stared at Yang Qingqing with deep eyes.

As the eldest daughter of a large family, Yang Qingqing is good-looking. Her clothes are colorful, mainly made of navy blue fabric, embroidered with exquisite patterns, full of the ethnic characteristics of Shu Prefecture. She has a high nose bridge and a graceful figure. The skin exposed outside is white and delicate, and there is a wildness in her body.

Yang Qingqing couldn't refute anything that was said. After all, what Chen Mo said was true. She could only grit her teeth and say, "It's the dead of night. Does the King of Wei want to talk to me?"

"You also know it's the dead of night, so why are you still disturbing people at this time?" Chen Mo said.

"I was practicing the pipa and forgot the time. I would like to apologize to the King of Wei here." Yang Qingqing naturally had a way to deal with it. She bowed to Chen Mo and apologized.

"No need to apologize. Lord Yang has made great contributions to the court. For his sake, I will not bother with you."

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a hint of pride rose in her heart. This man still somewhat cared about his father.

But the young man's next words made Yang Qingqing feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.

"As the saying goes, a forced melon is not sweet. From what I have seen from your actions these days, it is obvious that you are dissatisfied with me and this marriage. Well, my small Wei Palace cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you."

As he spoke, Chen Mo picked up the paper and pen on the desk and began to write. Before the ink had dried, he threw the finished paper to Yang Qingqing and said, "Go back to where you came from."

Yang Qingqing picked up the paper on the ground and looked at it. She was stunned and asked in shock: "You want to divorce me?"

The wife has a high status and is the mistress of the family. If someone wants to divorce her, it will be very troublesome. If the wife is divorced without making any mistakes, the person who divorces her will be opposed and despised by everyone, and even the government will not support her.

But it’s different for me. You can divorce me at will.

The ancients said, "If a woman is nice, keep her; if she is ugly, condemn her. It doesn't matter what the severity."

The concubine's stay or departure depends entirely on the husband's preference. If the husband likes her, she can stay. If he dislikes her, he will discard her or give her away at will. She is not treated as a human being at all, but more like an object, without human rights.

Yang Qingqing naturally understood this, so she was completely stunned when she was treated like this.

He actually dared to divorce me?
You know, this not only damages her own reputation, but also is a slap in the face of her father Yang Xian. After all, if his daughter is divorced by someone else and the news gets out, how can he save his dignity as a father?

Doesn't he care about his father at all?
The most important thing is that she couldn't imagine how angry her father would be if she returned to Shu Mansion with the divorce letter. Her reputation would be completely ruined.

She just wanted to be sent to the "cold palace" but didn't want to be driven out of the palace.

In the former case, she was still a concubine in the palace, but in the latter, she was completely unwanted.

"It's not that I want to divorce you, it's you who did it. Since you don't plan to live a good life, why should I keep you?" Chen Mo was already somewhat dissatisfied with what Yang Xian had done, but he was his father-in-law after all. If this relationship was gone, he wouldn't have to worry about taking action.

"You can't divorce me. How could you? How could you? How dare you divorce me?" Yang Qingqing's eyes widened, her face pale, her lips slightly parted, her lips trembling, obviously frightened by the divorce letter. "I am the King of Wei of the Song Dynasty. To put it bluntly, I have great power. Guess why your father married you to me? He begged me. Divorcing you is just a matter of a word. Why not?"

As he spoke, Chen Mo stood up and said, "Pack your things tonight, and I'll take you back to Shu Mansion at dawn tomorrow."

After saying that, Chen Mo walked out of the house.

But before he had taken a few steps, Yang Qingqing opened her arms and blocked his way, her forehead sweating with fear, and said, "You can't leave."

"This is my territory. I can come and go freely. How can I not leave?" Chen Mo said coldly.

"If you take back the divorce letter, I will let you go." In order to prevent Chen Mo from leaving, Yang Qingqing grabbed Chen Mo's sleeve and said urgently.

"Since you are dissatisfied with this marriage and don't plan to live a good life, then if I divorce you, isn't that just what you wish?" Chen Mo stared into Yang Qingqing's eyes and said coldly.

"No, I didn't." Yang Qingqing was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Chen Mo: "???"

"I was wrong, don't divorce me." Yang Qingqing said, her beautiful face looked panicked.

After all, Yang Qingqing is a spoiled young lady. Whenever she encounters something that does not satisfy her, she will make a fuss.

But if it really comes to real, she will be scared and will give in.

When in Shu Prefecture, Yang Qingqing was unwilling to marry Chen Mo and even made a scene in front of Yang Xian. But after Yang Xian made up his mind, she still had to come to Linzhou.

If he was really tough, he would have threatened to die long ago.

And it’s the same now. Seeing that Chen Mo really wants to divorce her, Yang Qingqing is scared.

Chen Mo stared at the panicked girl and sneered, "You are not wrong. You are just afraid. You can't bear the consequences of being divorced. Besides, I don't see any expression on your face that I am really wrong."

After saying that, Chen Mo flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

"No."

Yang Qingqing hugged Chen Mo from behind, then knelt down with a plop, grabbed the hem of Chen Mo's robe, and said, "Prince, I was really wrong. Don't divorce me. I will never play the pipa at night again."

Yang Qingqing's eyes turned red and she started crying.

Chen Mo turned around and looked at Yang Qingqing who was kneeling in front of him. His tone softened a little: "Do you really know you are wrong?"

Although he was dissatisfied with Yang Xian, he didn't want to fall out with Yang Xian given the current situation.

After all, Yang Xian had made great contributions to him. If word got out that he had divorced Yang Xian's daughter, it would have some impact on his reputation.

"Yeah." Yang Qingqing nodded.

"It's useless to just talk, you have to prove it to me." Chen Mo said.

"How do you prove it?" Yang Qingqing was stunned, then said, "I will go to pay my respects to the princess at dawn tomorrow. No, I will go now. Also, I will smash the pipa later."

"Come here." Chen Mo grabbed Yang Qingqing's arm, pulled her up, and pulled her towards the bed.

After arriving at the bed, Chen Mo let go of her and said, "Come here, help me take off my clothes."

Yang Qingqing was stunned, and then her originally pale face turned red, but she did not take any action.

Chen Mo said: "What are you standing there for? Don't you want to prove it to me?"

Yang Qingqing bit her lower lip, and after a moment's hesitation, she helped Chen Mo take off his clothes like a maid.

Chen Mo took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, his hands resting on the back of his head, and said calmly, "Come up."

When Yang Qingqing heard this, her face suddenly changed and her delicate body trembled slightly, but she still took off her embroidered shoes and slowly climbed onto the bed.

At this moment, she noticed Dabai's tiger eyes sweeping towards the bed, and said in a clear voice: "Dabai, get out."

Dabai was afraid of Chen Mo at that time. When he heard his master's voice, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly opened the door and left the room, and then closed the door again sensibly.

Yang Qingqing sat on the bed nervously, still some distance away from Chen Mo, and said in a trembling voice: "And then?"

"Take off your armor." Chen Mo glanced at her and said.

Yang Qingqing: “???”

After realizing from Chen Mo's eyes that removing armor meant taking off clothes, Yang Qingqing hesitated for a long time, but finally started to take off her clothes.

Soon, the national costume was taken off, revealing the underwear underneath.

"Unload it again." Chen Mo said.

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing's face turned even redder. She was mentally prepared and took off her underwear again.

"Take it off again, take it off again." Chen Mo found that she had a few pieces of rag-like clothes inside, covering the most critical parts of her body.

Yang Qingqing had tears in her eyes. She turned her head away, removed the last of her armor, and covered her face with her hands.

"Okay, come on and sit down." Chen Mo said.

……

I don’t know how long it had been, but Dabai, who was guarding outside, only knew that his master’s crying had never stopped since the moment he came out.

The night was getting dark and the moon was no longer visible.

In the room, Yang Qingqing had collapsed like a limp. Looking through the candlelight, the snow had already turned red like clouds.

Yang Qingqing buried her head in the quilt and didn't even look at Chen Mo. Her heart was in a mess.

At this moment, her shoulders were embraced, and she leaned into Chen Mo's arms. She subconsciously said, "Prince, I...I...can't do it anymore."

How could an inexperienced girl be a match for the battle-hardened Chen Mo?

Chen Mo stroked her hair and said softly, "You proved it well just now. I will not divorce you after you pay your respects to Mi'er tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)