Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

"May you remember that when you admit to everything, you are my wife!" He repeated the words over and over in his mind, the dull pain making him unable to breathe.

When Wen Yi finished singing it herself, she also felt extremely sad.

Just like that, he lay on the bed while she lay on the couch. They did not sleep and did not speak for the entire night.

Zhuge Ming arrived early in the morning of the second day. He examined Song Yunqian's wound and said: "Don't get off the bed for now, otherwise, it will be difficult to heal."

Song Yunqian said indifferently: "Once you've healed this wound, another wound will definitely come."

Wen Yi listened at the side and did not say a word.

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "The palace has ordered someone to come and question his. If you don't recuperate as soon as possible, the emperor would be worried again."

Song Yunqian looked at Zhuge Ming and asked: "You already knew her identity, right?"

Last night, he heard the conversation between Zhuge Ming and Zhuge Ming. He was angry at Zhuge Ming, and said that he was his close friend, knowing that he had always been thinking of Wen Yi. However, when he heard that Wen Yi had returned, he didn't even let him know.

Zhuge Ming turned to look at Wen Yi. Wen Yi still had her head down, holding onto a needle, which she placed on her sleeve to defend. Normally, it would not be taken away easily, but at that moment, she was at a loss of what to do, and did not know where to place her hands.

Song Yunqian said coldly: "No need to look at her, she's just a mute."

Zhuge Ming sighed, "So what if I know? So what if I tell you? "

Song Yunqian said to Wen Yi coldly, "Get out. This king does not want to see you."

Wen Yi did not say a word, and turned to leave.

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "Why do you have to be angry at her?"

Song Yunqian looked at Zhuge Ming coldly. He did not forget what kind of expression Zhuge Ming had on his face when he saw Wen Yi these past few days. He knew that he had feelings for Wen Yi.

Zhuge Ming looked at him calmly. "You don't have to suspect, I like him."

Song Yunqian said coldly: "You finally said it. The reason you didn't tell this king was because you had your own selfish motives!"

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "The reason I'm not telling you is because I already know her relationship with Zhu Fangyuan." He had told Song Yunqian about the intimate relationship between Zhu Fangyuan and Wen Yi at Wen Yi's hut that day, but he had concealed his selfish desire because he still couldn't bear to part with this friendship.

"As you can imagine, three years ago, she had already met Zhu Fangyuan. The wheelchair she gave you, was also Zhu Fangyuan's." Zhuge Ming said somewhat cruelly.

Song Yunqian's face suddenly paled, and the light in his eyes turned dark.

"You're saying that This King was fooled by her from the beginning, right? She has never liked This King. " Song Yunqian laughed sarcastically, "That's right, this king had thought that she had a deep affection for me."

"Qian, she hasn't fooled you. Don't forget, she has never been Yang Luoyi, not your wangfei." Zhuge Ming frowned.

The corner of Song Yunqian's mouth split into a cold and detached smile, "That's right, you're still clear-headed. You're an outsider, so you can see through everything. Since she has never been this king's wangfei, then, if you like her, go and pursue her. "

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "All along, I have let you take care of everything. You should know that I still care about this friendship!"

Song Yunqian was just about to retort back, when Wen Yi pushed the door open and entered, her expression was calm, and said indifferently: "I've already married and become a wife, even if Doctor Zhuge came to pursue me, I can't carry a husband and steal a husband."

Song Yunqian's face was stiff, his mind a blank, but his heart was in a mess.

His heart was bitter, but he still fiercely asked, "Since you're already married, why did you come back? In any case, since This King thought you were dead, you could just die outside. "

Wen Yi looked up at him, her eyes were so dark and gloomy that it was hard to see any emotions, "I already said, your legs still need to be healed for half a month."

Song Yunqian said coldly: "There's no need, you can scram now."

Wen Yi frowned, "I hope you won't act on impulse."

Wen Yi, this king has never liked you either. The reason why this king has been like this these past three years, is because this king has always thought that this king has killed you. But since that is not the case, then, this king does not need to feel guilty. Song Yunqian closed his eyes and said to Zhuge Ming in a soft voice, "Zhuge, tell her to leave the Duke Palaces right away. This king does not want to see her."

Zhuge Ming stood up, and turned to Wen Yi: "You should go first, I'm going to talk to him."

Wen Yi shook her head, "I'm not leaving!"

Song Yunqian sneered, "Why are you so shameless? Not even leaving? Are you even going to be shameless? Go back and hug your husband and live a good life, don't provoke This King again. "

Zhuge Ming frowned, his lips opened as if he wanted to say something, but Wen Yi opened the door and said to Zhuge Ming, "Zhuge, go out first."

Zhuge Ming looked at her worriedly. "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Zhuge Ming could only nod and turn around to look at Song Yunqian, "Talk properly." Saying that, he turned around and left.

Wen Yi closed the door, walked towards him step by step, arrived in front of his bed, and asked: "Song Yunqian, do we have to be so tit for tat?"

Song Yunqian's eyes flashed with a tinge of injury, and laughed instead of getting angry, "Then, how do you think we should get along?"

Wen Yi held a needle in her hand, and taking the opportunity while he was speaking, she quickly struck the acupoints in his dantian like lightning, instantly sealing his internal energy. After that, she used the needles to seal his eight odd meridians, causing his entire body to be immobilized, and she couldn't even speak.

Wen Yi pulled up his pants, the wound on his leg still pierced her heart. She composed herself and continuously injected sixteen needles into his legs, then, one at each of her Hundred Meetings and one at the Yongquan Acupuncture Point.

sat down, and looked at the red face and eyes that were almost burning with anger, and laughed: What are you staring at? A martial arts practice is nothing to be proud of. If I want to deal with you, I can just rely on a small needle. "

Seeing that his face was still filled with anger, Wen Yi sighed, retracted the ridicule on his face and seriously said: "The body is mine, I don't even care, who could possibly love you?"

His eyes were as big as bells. If fire could shoot out from his eyes, Wen Yi would have been burnt to ashes.

Wen Yi quietly sighed, "Alright, I won't anger you anymore. In this half month, let's just get along well, okay? We have already missed out on three years of time, and maybe we won't have the chance to meet again in the future. Can you bear to waste this half a month just because of this? "

When he pulled out the needle, he glared at her and was about to open his mouth to scold her, but she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "I said I was married because I thought I was your wife three years ago."

Song Yunqian blinked his eyes and looked at her in disbelief.

Wen Yi's tears streamed down her face as she said, "Qian, I am already a dead person. To be able to return here once is already an additional kindness from the heavens. I will still be leaving. The reason I'm leaving is not because I'm willing to leave you. It's because there are some things that even I am unable to grasp myself. "

Song Yunqian asked: Then why did you leave? Who the hell are you? Why was his soul still with Luo Yi? And why must we leave? "

Wen Yi said dejectedly, "I am a wisp of a time and space wandering soul. Back then, when I deposited it in Yang Luoyi's body, I thought that I could be reborn and live again, but do you remember that after I got injured, I always recovered for no reason at all. That's because Yang Luoyi's and my body can't fit together. "After I die, I'll leave it on another body, but look …" She pulled up the hem of her skirt and rolled up her pants to show him the wound on her feet. "This time, just like last time, my wound won't heal, and I often don't feel any pain. Even if you cut me with a knife now, I won't feel it at all."

Song Yunqian looked at the shocking wounds on her legs and asked in shock: "Then, what will happen to you in the end?"

Wen Yi shook her head bitterly, "I will die."

Song Yunqian shook his head, and said with a trembling voice: "Impossible, there must be a way."

"There's no other way, not even my master."

"Then …" "After you die, can you find another body to possess?"

Wen Yi shook her head, "It's not too far off, my master said that if this body cannot keep my soul, then, there will be no chance to use a corpse to return the soul."

Song Yunqian grabbed her tightly and asked frantically, "Who the hell is your master? There are many capable people in this world, and what your master said must be true? This King does not believe, This King does not believe, that when we enter the palace to look for State Advisor, he will definitely have a way to help you since he knows that you are a woman from another world. "

As he spoke, he prepared to struggle.

Wen Yi reached out her hand to hold him down, and said with slight anger: "Don't move, Qian, if you continue like this, I'll really leave in half a month."

Song Yunqian immediately raised both his hands and looked at her in panic, "Alright, I won't move, I won't move, you're not allowed to leave."

Wen Yi sighed, "This time, I thought that none of you knew who I am. I wanted to cure you so I left. Seeing you like this, how could I bear it? I don't know if it's good or bad to tell you this. In short, I want you to promise me that no matter what happens to me, you will accept it calmly. You cannot be like you were before, or else my soul will not be at peace. "

Song Yunqian covered her mouth, "Don't say it, tell me this, I'm more afraid than I am."

Wen Yi looked at him quietly with wet eyes.

She leaned lightly on his shoulder and said nothing.

Song Yunqian reached out his hands to hug her, his eyes filled with unease and fear. The things that happened yesterday and today allowed him to go from hell to heaven, from heaven to hell. And now, he was wandering between heaven and hell.

He quietly said, "No matter what, This King will not let you face the future by yourself. No matter what happens, This King will accompany you by your side. We will not be separated by life or death."

This was his promise. If it was three years ago, Wen Yi would be very happy. However, now that she heard it, she felt a sense of fear and trepidation.

She didn't want him dead or alive, she just wanted him alive and well. She was a woman from another world and shouldn't have provoked him. Without her, his life would have followed the path he had taken earlier. Perhaps he would have ascended to the throne, or perhaps he would have been a prince all his life.

However, the current him, no matter what, could no longer go back to his previous life.

And at this time, Wen Yi had already realized that everything was not going in the direction that she had planned. Everything was beyond her expectations, and she did not know what kind of rugged path was in front of her.