Jiang Wu initially sought out Mo Yangzhou to vent her anger.

She felt like she was being driven crazy by Chu Ling and that cold house.

She felt the oppression of power all the time.

Just because Chu Ling was the prime minister, he stood while she knelt. He told her to go east, so she dared not go west. Her dignity, feelings, and emotions were all worthless in front of him.

Jiang Wu also wanted to find such a person so that she could experience the pleasure of dominating others and trampling on their dignity.

But the truth was, not everyone could become someone in power.

Chu Ling abandoned his humanity, but she could not cast aside her conscience as a human being.

When seeing others being humiliated, Jiang Wu felt not happiness but guilt.

The guilt would suffocate her.

Perhaps only someone like Chu Ling, who had completely abandoned his humanity, could get happiness from this kind of thing.

So Jiang Wu gave up.

She withdrew her foot that was about to step on the person on the ground without interest. There was no point in doing something that did not make you happy.

“You can get out.” This was what she said to Mo Yangzhou at that time, and then when she turned around, her skirt was pulled.

Jiang Wu turned her head, her gaze lowered, looking at the hand holding hers. He had only exposed two fingers to hide the roughness that didn’t quite match his appearance, and to her surprise, Jiang Wu sensed a certain insecurity and cautiousness.

But the man’s expression was clearly neither humble nor arrogant.

He looked up at her and said softly, “Madam, I can give you what you want.”

What did she want? Jiang Wu wanted to laugh. She herself didn’t know what she wanted and didn’t know what to expect from this muddled life.

But looking at Mo Yangzhou’s face with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, Jiang Wu didn’t know what touched her. It was just like when she saw Mo Yangzhou in the crowd at first sight. At that time, she unexpectedly agreed.

Since she had to be a human being, Jiang Wu didn’t make things too difficult for him.

Because of her special status, although she could use Qingyang Gōngzhǔ to meet him in private, she never intended to really restrict his freedom. Mo Yangzhou made Jiang Wu very happy, so she decided to let him choose the life he wanted and the person he wanted.

The title of Qingyang Gōngzhǔ’s lover would only bring him endless troubles.

Now the retribution had come.

Jiang Wu felt a little uneasy.

Qingyang asked her to go back first and make an appointment next time. But Jiang Wu was unwilling to leave.

She stood up from her seat and paced back and forth anxiously. Miss Gao was a romantic woman, so she wouldn’t have any feelings for Yang Zhou, right?

The more Jiang Wu thought about it, the more depressed she felt. Seeing her like this, Qingyang couldn’t help laughing, and she counseled her in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

“Oh, this guy, no matter if they are men or women, they are all mean. You have to be high and mighty, and keep a distance from him so that he can be devoted to you.”

Jiang Wu didn’t bother to listen: “Do you like Chu Ling?”

Wasn’t that high and mighty enough?

Qingyang was choked and waved her hands: “Okay, I can’t argue with you.”

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At noon, Mo Yangzhou still hadn’t arrived.

The servant came and urged Jiang Wu to go back, saying that Chu Ling would have lunch at the mansion at noon.

Jiang Wu said coldly: “I am having a great chat with the Gōngzhǔ, I won’t be back at noon.”

She held her breath, determined to wait for Mo Yangzhou, and it was a rare moment of toughness for her.

The servant looked embarrassed, but probably seeing that Jiang Wu was not in a good mood at the moment, he did not dare to disobey and went down.

After she left, Qingyang gave a wry smile from the side, “I think you’re trying to get me killed.” Then, suddenly, he chuckled, “But you two are really something. Last time, when you didn’t come, Mo Xiānshēng waited the whole day, refusing to leave, afraid you might suddenly show up. And today, it’s you waiting for him instead.”

Jiang Wu knew that she was talking about the time when she didn’t come after meeting Ah Ye. Did he actually wait for a whole day?

She remembered that she had met the eldest daughter of the Gao family before. Because she was the only daughter, she was brought up in a pampered manner and her absurdity was on par with Qingyang’s.

Jiang Wu felt a little stuffy in her chest.

“If she touches Yang Zhou, you will get her!” she said angrily.

Qingyang was amused: “Then why should I mess with her?”

“Do you want me to go?”

“Well……”

Yes, if the news that the Prime Minister’s wife was jealous of a man got out, the capital would be a river of blood tomorrow.

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During the evening party, the Prime Minister’s Office sent someone again.

This time, it was Chuyi who came.

“Madam, the Prime Minister is waiting for you to have dinner.”

The man’s tone was respectful, but his words clearly left no room for negotiation.

He was just like his master, but this time, Jiang Wu really didn’t dare to refute. She could only say “I know” and prepare to leave.

But after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

“You go out first. I have something to say to the Gōngzhǔ.”

After hearing this, Chuyi went out without saying anything.

Jiang Wu turned around and spoke to Qingyang, “I want it.”

“Huh?” Qingyang was stunned by the sudden and unclear statement. She instinctively glanced down at herself, as if wishing she could grow something to satisfy Jiang Wu.

Jiang Wu was speechless at this woman’s understanding of promiscuity, but she immediately straightened her face and said, “I’m talking about Yang Zhou. I want him.”

She took a deep breath. Mo Yangzhou had been with her for several years. Jiang Wu was still confident in her feelings. Regardless of his starting point, she could just assume that he was after her money. A gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart. He had nothing to say about her, and she felt relaxed and happy with him.

Now that they were not far from each other, there was nothing wrong with her thinking about her future.

“After I get divorced, I plan to let him be my live-in husband. Mingzhu is a sensible child, and I will treat her as my own child.”

Mo Mingzhu was the daughter of Mo Yangzhou. Jiang Wu has had contact with her and really likes the girl.

She made arrangements on her own, completely ignoring Qingyang’s shocked expression that made her speechless.

“Are you serious?”

Jiang Wu corrected seriously: “It’s true, and it’s not a joke.”

Qingyang was still dumbfounded: “What’s the matter with the divorce? Did Chu Ling say that?”

The tone of the second half of the sentence became sharp because it was so unbelievable.

Jiang Wu had a look of obviousness on her face, but she quickly seemed to recall something and nodded in understanding. “I forgot. You might not know this since you’re not close to Chu Yan. That woman is quite unique; she’s said before that she would never be a concubine. However, even if she were willing to be one, Chu Ling wouldn’t mistreat her. This divorce is just a matter of time.”

Qingyang opened her mouth wide, but she closed it again without saying a word. She took another sip of the tea.

Jiang Wu looked at her and thought she had something to say, but she was in a hurry to leave, so she didn’t have time to ask her. She just gave her one last reminder: “You must remember what you said. Even if the king of heaven comes, he can’t take Yang Zhou away.”

Qingyang glanced at her, waved her hand to show that she understood, and drove her away.