The words were harsh, but Jie’s second young master, unusually, didn’t get angry; he resignedly impressed his handprint on the document.
As he handed the divorce paper over to Miss Jie, his hands trembled slightly. He felt that with this delivery, he was losing something important.
Xie Qinyun could not stand it and snatched it from him, handing it to Miss Du.
People always say that one should encourage reconciliation rather than divorce—could his sister, Mo Yue, be a fraud?
Jie’s second master was stunned for a moment, then whispered to Miss Du, "I never thought it would come to this, nor did I think you could hate me so much."
But Miss Du said, "Haven’t you always said you couldn’t wait for me to die? Now your wish is about to come true; you should be happy."
Beyond holding this divorce paper, she had no expectations of him anymore.
Yet, thinking that this was her ultimate end, she couldn’t help but feel resentful. Therefore, her resentment towards Jie’s second master grew stronger.
"I... those were all... said in anger!" Jie’s second young master was taken aback, feeling that his explanation was weak and unconvincing.
"Sister-in-law—no, now I should call you Miss Du, do you have anything you wish to say to me?" Xie Qinyun didn’t seem particularly sad but rather appeared to be teasing Miss Du with her question.
Miss Du looked at her maid and said, "Xintong knows the third miss is a good person. I only hope the third miss can take care of my maid. Staying in the Jie Residence, the only way she can survive is by being by your side."
Cuiya immediately burst into tears, "No, I want to go with my mistress. Even if I have to go to Infernal Hell, I will follow and serve her."
Xie Qinyun pulled Cuiya to her feet and nodded, "Alright, I will ensure this girl lives well."
After speaking, Xie Qinyun again turned her gaze to Jie’s second young master and said, "Second brother, after all, you were husband and wife. Don’t you have anything to say?"
Jie’s second young master had been in a state of shock, only reacting when nudged.
Hearing Xie Qinyun’s words, he finally reluctantly turned his gaze to Miss Du and asked, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Miss Du sighed, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "I just hope I can leave cleanly. I want to take all things related to me in the Jie Family with me." She glanced at the concubine and added, "I’ll only say this once—I’m the one she pushed into the water. Whether you choose to deal with her or not, it’s up to you after I’m gone. As for my things, I don’t want to leave a single item behind."
"What things?" Jie’s second young master looked at Miss Du in bewilderment.
The others were equally curious. Given Jie’s second young master’s disdain for Miss Du, how could he have any of her belongings?
"That tiger-shaped sachet; don’t tell me you don’t have it," Miss Du said indifferently.
Had it not been for that year she arrived at the Jie Family and saw him wearing the sachet she gave him as a child, she would never have been so persistent in marrying him, nor would she have conceived such thoughts.
"The tiger-shaped sachet?" Jie’s second young master subconsciously took out the sachet from his person.
At this point, the concubine turned pale, her mouth opening and closing, wanting to say something but at a loss for where to begin.
Xie Qinyun exclaimed, "So it’s this sachet. Second brother, haven’t you been treasuring it since you were young? So it was embroidered by Miss Du. But since when has Miss Du’s embroidery skills been so poor?"
Miss Du answered, "At that time, Xintong was just learning; it was indeed rather poorly done."
Jie’s second master was utterly astounded, suddenly turning his head to look at the concubine.