Lin Yueer reflected on her own plight and on the indifference and disregard the two men showed towards her, which left a sour taste in her heart.
She suddenly loathed the Ninth Princess Consort.
She was supposed to hide and watch, yet she boldly approached them.
When the last note of the zither fell, Su Changzhi saw her.
"Changzhi, do you really resent my presence?" Lin Yueer’s gaze was forlorn, "Why?"
"Why, when you loved me so much, have you married twice?" she pressed aggressively, "Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"
"I see no need to explain myself to you, as there has never been anything between us before, don’t you agree?"
Lin Yueer glared at him with resentment, "You’re just like Long Chan, terrifyingly heartless when you choose to be."
"It was you who was heartless first. Wasn’t he the one you loved the most? When he didn’t want you, you come to me as if I owe you something? I owe you nothing, Yueer, it’s been enough years, let’s just live our own lives peacefully."
"I can’t live peacefully." Suddenly, she pointed at Gu Lili, "What do you love about her?"
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Su Changzhi really didn’t know what to say to her, "Yueer, stop deceiving yourself and me. You’ve never loved me, at best you liked me; both you and I know this fact well. So, please stop pretending like I have wronged you, really, don’t come here anymore."
He didn’t want to speak another word to her, feeling that any more words were superfluous.
Watching the couple return to their room, Lin Yueer’s heart suffered deeply.
"Clap, clap!" A round of applause erupted, Lin Yueer turned around and saw Ji Ling standing not far behind, clapping, "What a splendid drama. Lin Yueer, you’ve returned too late. If you had come back a year or half earlier, perhaps you wouldn’t have faced the outcome of being abandoned by both highnesses at the same time."
"It means nothing." Ji Ling left with a smile, and Lin Yueer chased out the door, "Ji Ling, do you know something?"
"Of course, I do. I know almost everything. Do you want to know?"
Lin Yueer stepped forward, looking earnestly at her, "Ji Ling, what exactly happened? Can’t you tell me?"
"What a joke—I have no ties of kinship, obligation, or friendship with you. Why should I tell you?" Ji Ling glanced her up and down, "Lin Yueer, don’t bother. No matter how hard you try, I’m telling you, they will never be yours. Remember the past? Both highnesses fought over you jealously and fiercely. You were quite pleased with yourself, weren’t you? Now, you’re in stark contrast—both laughable and pathetic."
Lin Yueer’s face turned from red to white, "Your divorce from Changzhi, it was he who initiated it, right?"
"Correct, he even suffered greatly to divorce me," Ji Ling said nonchalantly. "A man who is not yours cannot be forced. Give up on Su Changzhi, will you? He is now a married man, and their child will be born soon. Don’t be the one to break them apart. If not careful, the Netherworld King, in a fit of anger, might lightly banish you to the mortal world or worse, obliterate your soul completely, which would be a terrible loss."
"Angry?" Ji Ling sighed softly, "I’ve passed that stage. What can I do if he insists on divorce? If I cannot change the result, then I accept it; it makes things easier to bear."