When love reaches its end, it's hard to retrieve what has been lost.

  Chase her away? Xiao Zong was displeased, she wanted to leave but they wouldn't let her, now that they're chasing her, she doesn't want to leave anymore!

  She raised her eyelids and swept a glance over Wu Mingyuan, sighing: "Dinner is also impossible to catch up with, after talking for half a day, my mouth is parched. As husband and wife, let's have a cup of tea in the three palaces before leaving!"

  The words were directed at Wu Mingyuan, but the autumn water-like eyes swept towards Chu Qingkuang. That person was indeed a wonderful person, smiling and getting up, bringing over the tea cup on his side, and handing it over with both hands: "Third Miss, my tea hasn't been touched yet, if you don't mind, please use it first!"

  "Thank you, I'm really thirsty!" Xiao Zong's hand naturally reached out to take it, and as the tea cup was exchanged, she felt Chu Qingxian's long fingers brush against the back of her hand. She raised her eyes, but he had already retreated with a calm expression.

  Xiao Zongrong stared at him for a moment, wondering if his name was as arrogant as he was.

  If it wasn't unintentional, this man is very dangerous... As the second son of the emperor and the crown prince, he actually dared to be rude to the former princess consort, with such audacity... That's also not something to be taken lightly!

  She lifted the tea lid, brought the teacup to her lips, and with a slight tremble of her hand, the teacup inexplicably tipped over, spilling tea all over her skirt. She feigned astonishment, looked up at Chu Qingcang, and laughed: "It seems I'm not only ill-fated with the Third Prince, but also with their family's tea. Alas... alas, it's heaven's will!"

  Chu Qing raised an eyebrow and said with profound meaning, "Isn't Third Miss daring to love? Abandoning worldly views to be with the one she likes, why is she yielding to heaven's will now?"

  His eyes were really beautiful, narrow and long, deep brown, bright and shining, as if they could see through everything...

  Xiao Congrong was slightly distracted, this person should be a master of human nature, his pace of advance and retreat must have been well cultivated, today he rushed to take the lead, was he trying to attract her attention? Why?

  " Dare to love?" She smiled and swept her gaze over Wu Mingyuan and He Dongxue, before refocusing on Chu Qingkong's face, seemingly sorrowfully saying: "Love to the end... spilled water can't be retrieved... just like this tea, once it's been poured, can you take it back? Even if you could take it back, would it still be the same tea? So, one must let go graciously, when it's time to let go, then let go!"

  She patted her skirt, tossed the teacup aside and said to Wang Hao: "Let's go! I'm afraid you won't make it in time for dinner. This young lady will treat you to a meal outside!"

  This time, no one stopped her. The sound of the teacup shattering on the ground made Wu Mingyuan's face change again and again. He Donghui looked at the fragments all over the floor in stunned silence...

  Xiao Zongrong threw it casually, but that resolute ruthlessness made her feel uneasy...

  In order to get close to Wu Mingyuan, she made friends with the annoying Xiao Congrong, knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses. She had seen all of Xiao Congrong's bad habits, such as her arrogance, stubbornness, and recklessness, and also knew how much Xiao Congrong liked Wu Mingyuan...

  Against her family's opposition, she insisted on marrying him as a concubine... Let go? Would she let go?

  But she deliberately spilled the tea water, saying that it's hard to recover from spilling water, and smashed the teacup, using this to express her complete lack of attachment to Wu Mingyuan... Is this Xiao Congrong still the same Xiao Congrong as before?

  What's different now?

  He Dongxi didn't know what he had missed, but he knew that Xiao Congrong was no longer within his grasp!

  A wild horse without reins may not necessarily harm itself, but it's very dangerous!

  Ah, I love this kind of ease. After writing this chapter, I specifically went to find Hua Zai's song to listen to it, and the feeling is overwhelming: Love to the end, water that has been spilled cannot be recovered, love is lingering, hatred is lingering, why do we have to wait until it's too late to regret, before thinking of your tenderness... Share with everyone!