Ironic disguise

  Facing Chu Qing's somewhat cunning eyes, Xiao Zongrong was slightly stunned, raised an eyebrow and swept a glance over Wu Mingyuan, asking lightly: "Is the 'no regret' that Master Chu refers to the matter of taking the initiative to divorce? If it is this, please be assured, Master Chu. Although I am a woman, I also know what it means to say something and then try to take it back... Today's affairs, Zongrong can very happily tell Master Chu, no matter whether San Dianxia will regret and change his mind in the future, no matter how high his position or powerful he is, Zongrong's decision is right or wrong... without complaint... without regret!"

  "What a wonderful life without regrets!"

  Chu Qing raised an eyebrow and looked at Wu Mingyuan, whose face had turned iron-green, and asked with a hint of mischief: "Miss Chu is being unreasonable again, may I ask another question?"

  She paused for a moment, and without waiting for Xiao's consent, she asked directly: "Miss San was originally going to marry the Third Prince as his concubine. It is said that she had been willing to risk her life for the Third Prince, which means she must have liked him very much! This feeling should be unwavering... The Third Prince didn't say he didn't want Miss San as his concubine either, so why did she ask to resign on her own initiative?"

  Xiao Congrong slightly frowned and stared at Chu Qingkuang, this man was born with a good skin, but why did he gossip like a woman, wanting to know everything!

  A cold smile: "This question can be answered at leisure, but I have to wait for Master Chu to sign before speaking!"

  "Oh..." Chu Qingkong looked at her and then at Wu Mingyuan, seeming to understand something. He picked up his brush and quickly signed his name on the divorce paper, handing it over to Chunxiang who was waiting beside him.

  "Chun Xiang, you've got it now! This is Miss's proof of freedom!"

  Xiao Zongrong casually instructed, then turned to Chu Qingkuang and others, smiled lightly: "Thank you, Second Highness and Master Chu, for your help. Thank you!"

  After clearing his throat, he pondered for a moment before saying to Chu Qingxiao: "Chu Gongzi, after careful consideration of your question, I found it difficult to put into words... Let me summarize it in six words: Dare to love... dare to hate... dare to lose..."

  He finished speaking, gave a deep and meaningful glance at Wu Mingyuan, smiled coldly, bowed his head in courtesy, and said indifferently to the three people's strange expressions: "I've taken up your time for too long, the matter of coming to Sanwangfu has also been resolved, so I won't disturb you anymore! Farewell!"

  Wang Hao went forward, helped her push the wheelchair around the corner, and just as they were about to leave, a soft and beautiful voice gently called out: "Rong Rong, sister heard you're back, so she rushed over to see you... how's your injury?"

  It was that clear spring-like voice, Xiao Zong Rong's words passed by the ear and were not forgotten, only to realize that I had forgotten another purpose of coming... to get to know He Dong Hui!

  She narrowed her eyes and looked up at the woman who was hurrying over, a simple yet extremely beautiful face, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, elegant and refined, wearing a white gauze dress, which made her slender figure even more striking, setting off skin as smooth as jade...

  She was walking quickly, her skirt fluttering, like a fairy on the waves, attracting everyone's attention... Xiao Zong felt an unusual atmosphere and suddenly thought that white was very dazzling!

  Disguise, a disguise that's quite ironic, makes her want to grab her hand and shake it pitifully: Sister, even if you wear a different color, you'll still have the same effect, don't ruin my favorite white for me! If you wear it, can I still wear it?