She had been married to the heir for many years, and they were a couple in perfect harmony. Seeing Zhou Tinghe’s mangled, unrecognizable remains, she felt a pain so sharp she could hardly breathe.
Having cried until she was hollowed out, she was now frail, as if a mere breeze could topple her. She could no longer withstand the slightest agitation. Yet, before her husband’s body was even laid to rest, Duke Rong was already demanding she accept a letter of divorce.
Duke Rong sighed, a flicker of reluctance in his eyes, but as he glanced at the mourning hall, his heart hardened. "Jingyao, I know you and Tinghe shared a deep bond! I do not wish to tear you two apart, but I cannot let Tinghe die with his eyes still open in agony!"
Chapter 130