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The arrogant and self-satisfied Lu Mingzhan, the Legitimate Son of the Lu Family, held the Divorce Certificate handed to him by Yun Qingyu, his face instantly turning pale. The once invincible look in his eyes finally revealed a hint of panic and fear.
With a heavy thud, he knelt on the ground, his past pride shattered in that moment.
He knocked his head on the floor repeatedly, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with Yun Qingyu, "Your Highness, I beg you, for the sake of our time as husband and wife, please give me a chance to make amends."
His voice trembled with emotion, appearing utterly sincere; however, deep within his lowered gaze lay only a profound hatred for Yun Qingyu. To him, she was merely a pawn in his quest for personal gain. His current pleas were nothing more than an attempt to exploit the remnants of her feelings for him to achieve his own ends.
Now that the Third Prince had fallen from grace, the fate of the Lu Family rested solely on his shoulders. He understood that he had no way out and could only make one last desperate struggle in this dire situation.
Unfortunately for him, Yun Qingyu had long seen through his facade. There was not a shred of pity in her eyes as she coldly commanded Xin Yao, "Throw him out."
Lu Mingzhan had once taken advantage of his position as Consort and Yun Qingyu's former affection to humiliate and torment Xin Yao in every possible way. At that time, he was like a rampant wolf, trampling on the dignity of others without restraint.
Now, it truly echoed the saying, "Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west bank," as his current predicament resembled nothing more than a joke.
After receiving her order, Xin Yao walked up to Lu Mingzhan without hesitation. With a swift motion, he seized Lu Mingzhan by the collar with ease, as if lifting a tattered sack. Then he forcefully hurled him out toward the hall entrance.
Lu Mingzhan's body arced through the air before rolling down step after step.
Each impact with the stairs elicited pained groans from him; the agony coursing through his body nearly caused him to lose consciousness.
Finally, he lay motionless on the ground, yet his mind was still calculating.
He tried to feign weakness, even appearing as if he were dead, hoping to elicit pity from Yun Qingyu and change her mind.
Inside the room, four attendants were kneeling on the ground, their expressions complex as they glanced at Lu Mingzhan, who had rolled a short distance away.
Hong Yu curled his lip in disdain and said, "Why isn't he reacting? Is he really dead?" As he spoke, he craned his neck to get a better look.
Qiling stared at Lu Mingzhan for a moment before stroking his chin and speculating, "Maybe his bones are broken. Just look at that position; he must have fallen hard."
Shen Zhongjing shook his head, thinking it didn't seem likely. "He probably hit his head when he fell and just fainted."
Wen Zhan turned around to look inside the room, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "It seems His Highness doesn't quite understand how to cherish delicate things. How long do you think he'll be out?"
Shen Zhongjing chuckled confidently. "I bet half an hour; he won't last much longer."
Qiling maintained his stance with a smirk. "I say an hour; he took quite a nasty fall this time."
Hong Yu perked up and suggested, "Let's make a bet. I'll wager a hundred taels that he'll wake up soon."
Just then, Yun Qingyu stepped out of the room, her cold gaze fixed on the four chattering attendants, authority radiating from her. "While you're so eager to wager a hundred taels, have you thought about how you'll explain those expensive clothes you're wearing to this palace?"
At her words, the four instantly fell silent, like ducks caught by the throat.
After a long pause, Hong Yu weakly spoke up, "Your Highness, um... how much longer do we need to kneel?" He cautiously looked at Yun Qingyu, his eyes filled with servility.
Yun Qingyu merely cast a faint glance at them and said in a cold tone, "Whenever you come to your senses and are willing to tell This Palace the truth." There was no room for negotiation in her gaze as she turned and walked back into the room.
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