Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 1
"Miss Ji, this is the letter of divorce that His Royal Highness wants me to hand over to you, please have a look."

The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the country is prosperous and the people are safe in the Xijun Dynasty, the weather is smooth, and the sub-city of Kyoto is a thriving scene.

The people at the feet of the Son of Heaven are also very luxuriously dressed, and their conversation is elegant and reasonable. For example, the young man in front of him, sitting at a dumpling stand by the roadside in a suit of silk and satin, still politely handed over a light yellow letter to her.

"Retire the book?"

As if she couldn't understand what he said, Ji Jiuer repeated it in a murmur.

Only 22 years old, she wears a woman's hair in a bun, has no jewelry, and wears a coarse cloth scarf to facilitate her work. She has no facial features on her slender face, only a pair of big eyes that are black and white, and she is too persistent. There is God.

And when his eyes fell on the letter of divorce on the table, the only eye he could see also dimmed.

It turned out that he was really His Royal Highness the crown prince who covered the sky with one hand, poisoned his mother and concubine to death, staged beheading his brother in front of the palace in full view of the officials, and afterwards forced his mediocre father and emperor to write an imperial edict for the crown prince, and cultivate party members to supervise the country Politics.

He is a terrifying and heinous ruling prince, not the rich boy brother in Shangyang City who only knows how to visit brothels and casinos... What a big contrast, even though she knew that he would not be an ordinary person, she still couldn't see him anyway. Unexpectedly, he is the prince who has reached the clouds.

The right hand hanging on the skirt robe by her side moved silently. It was not a good-looking hand. It was covered with a thin layer of calluses and did not look like a woman's hand. After moving her fingers twice weakly, they finally fell powerlessly. Jiu'er finally gave up and stretched out his left hand to pick up the letter, but he couldn't do anything when he tried to open it with one hand.

Seeing this, the young man sitting across the table quickly opened it for her.

"Thank you." Ji Jiu'er pinched the thin paper, and the word "divorce letter" was shocking. She was surprised that she could still speak in such a calm manner. Perhaps years of life had worn away her temper.

"It's okay." The young man looked at her hanging hand and looked a little embarrassed, "Miss Ji, your hand..."

"Six years ago, there was a fire at home. I wanted to save my husband and son, but I was trapped in the fire and lost my right hand." Ji Jiu'er lowered her eyebrows and finished speaking calmly, without much expression.

The words on the divorce letter were indeed in his handwriting, every word was indifferent and ruthless.

The man was shocked, of course he knew that the husband and son she was talking about were the crown prince and eldest son whom he served, but her silent expression surprised him too much, she spoke as if it was not his business.

"The pen and ink are not new, Young Master Ce... When did His Royal Highness write it down?" Ji Jiuer asked again, neatly.

The man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied, "Oh, it was written on the day I married the Crown Princess."

Married to the Crown Princess... Heh, married again.

The divorce letter was written all the time, but it was not until the moment when it could not be concealed that it was sent out to send her away.

(End of this chapter)