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Words she wanted to say rolled around in her throat, but in the end, Zhao Xinru did not ask. Instead, she bitterly spoke of something else: "Do you know what this is?"
"It's a Divorce Letter, given to me by Zhongyi on the night of our wedding. He told me that as long as I meet someone I truly desire, I could take it out.
I originally thought that person would be you... but now, it is no longer needed..."
Before her words faded, she had torn the letter into countless pieces, which fluttered down to the ground like confetti.
Su Yunxiang's eyes widened in sudden realization of what he was about to miss, disbelief etched across his face. He wanted to rush over and hold her tightly, but his stiff body felt as if it were frozen in place, leaving him helplessly watching despair slowly fill her eyes.
"Don't worry, I will help you," Zhao Xinru gently wiped away the last tear, reminding herself that she would no longer shed tears for this man.
Half an hour later, the people from Chastity Hall arrived as scheduled, and Zhao Xinru was escorted to the ancestral hall of her clan.
When she saw Ye Jingwen kneeling nearby, along with the extremely pale Madam Shen and Shen Zhongyi, she inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Faced with the clan leader's questioning, she calmly admitted everything except for anything related to Su Yunxiang; she kept her lips tightly sealed no matter how much the clan leader threatened or resorted to torture.
In the private prison, Zhao Xinru looked at her battered self and smiled bitterly, her lips curling up slightly. All that lingered was bitterness.
Tomorrow, according to local customs, she would be privately buried alive. Yet at this moment, her heart was surprisingly calm. Her mother had also paid the price for her actions and would spend the next life in Chastity Hall, accompanied by flickering lamps and ancient Buddha statues; as for the wealth and power of the Shen Family that she cared about, the clan leader had already decided to hand it over to another relative.
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain surged through her like a tidal wave. Zhao Xinru could hardly bear it; she clutched her stomach and rolled on the ground in agony as a shocking crimson liquid slowly seeped out, staining her lower body red.
A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Xinru's mind, and she couldn't help but gasp. Could it be... a child?!
The second young mistress of the Shen Family had died, and at the same time, the Zhao family had gained a daughter.
Zhao Xinru slowly opened her eyes and looked around, realizing that this was not the dim, lifeless underworld, and she did not feel any difficulty in breathing. What was going on? Hadn't she been buried alive according to the rules? Was she human or ghost at this moment?
"Of course, you are human. This is Zhao Manor. Didn't Zhao Xinru already die? Why are you mentioning her, Miss?"
"What about the Shen Family?"
"I heard Madam Shen has gone mad, and Second Master Shen is missing. As for the Shen Family's assets, they have been confiscated by the warlords. Some say that the officer surnamed Su is the illegitimate son of the Shen Family wandering outside..."
After hearing this, Zhao Xinru understood that Su Yunxiang's purpose had been achieved; the Shen Family was truly destroyed.
However, none of this mattered to her anymore.
Although she couldn't fathom what was happening, Zhao Xinru felt a sense of peace settling in as she stayed there.
During this time, a man who claimed to be her brother visited her several times, showing genuine concern for her well-being.
He informed her that next month she would be getting married to someone her parents had betrothed her to in childhood; he was said to be decent in both looks and character.
In truth, marrying anyone no longer mattered to her. With a heart as dead as ash, she felt like a walking corpse. Whatever the future held, it couldn't possibly be worse than her current situation.
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