How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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Originally, there was no such thing as the most beautiful.
　　But for the person in front of him, every inch of her has grown into his heart, as if it grew out according to his own wishes.
　　Just...how agreeable is it? If she was sent by someone else to please him, Chu Ling was sure that she would be killed directly by him.
　　He won't allow himself to be manipulated like this.
　　But, she is not. She's just...someone else's wife.
　　Chu Ling didn't make any unnecessary movements or expressions. When the woman came in and took one last look, her calm heart seemed to have a wave of emotion for some reason.
　　It was not surprising that things calmed down so quickly.
　　He turned around and knew that the princess was fine now, so he went to deal with other things first.
　　Chu Ling reported Princess Qingyang's experience to the queen.
　　The princess accidentally entered the bandit's den, but luckily she was dressed as a man and ran away before her identity was discovered, and met Jiang Wu and his wife again. Oh, it seems that she has a close relationship with a man from Yi Fangjian.

　　Although nothing happened, if this kind of thing spreads, the royal family will be embarrassed.
　　I heard that the Queen was so angry that she almost fainted, and then she wrote a secret letter.
　　Those involved must not be left alive.
　　Chu Ling stared at this "person involved" for a long time. The queen would really give him problems.
　　Not to mention the gangster, he didn't leave anyone alive. As for the Liang family... Chu Ling made no move at first.
　　He took advantage of the little daughter's birthday to enter the Liang Mansion.
　　As a martial arts practitioner, Chu Ling's hearing was very keen. Before he saw Jiang Wu, the sound of the woman's footsteps could already be heard. The brisk footsteps clearly showed the woman's good mood and eagerness. He could even imagine the smile on the woman's face as she welcomed her husband.
　　Chu Ling listened to the sound getting closer and closer until he approached the door. He raised his head before Liang Qian, and met Jiang Wu's eyes. The smile on his face was exactly the same as he imagined. He didn't even miss the look of surprise in Jiang Wu's eyes.

　　He covered up all the fluctuations in his heart and entered the house.
　　In order to test whether the princess really had amnesia, Chu Ling did not stop her until Princess Qingyang was about to kneel down.
　　As expected, the other party couldn't wait and stood up.
　　This prevented him from drawing an immediate conclusion, but he didn't look any further. Compared to the princess who didn't know whether she had real amnesia or fake amnesia, his peripheral vision always glanced at the princess without even noticing it. That woman.
　　The way she snickered, the way she frowned, the way she thought.
　　Seriously, every bit of it was based on his own preferences. Chu Ling's heart felt like it was being gently brushed by feathers, with an indescribable itching.
　　There is also a kind of trouble that is not easy to detect.
　　When he hugged Mingzhu, the woman's worried eyes immediately looked over. Her eyes never left Mingzhu's body for a moment, but they also seemed to fall on herself.
　　It's strange, just because of this, Chu Ling's heart seemed to be filled up, giving birth to an inexplicable satisfaction, so even though he had never held a child, he still held Mingzhu in his arms and never let go.
　　"Then let Mrs. Liang carry her over." He said this deliberately, and the anxious woman approached without much thought.
　　As he got closer, Chu Ling could see more clearly, the delicate skin on Jiang Wu's face without a trace of flaw, the waist that was not tight enough to hold in a hand, and the inexplicable fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.
　　Chu Ling frowned unconsciously because his thoughts had crossed the line. He thought, this was not like him, so he stopped all his thoughts.
　　But when he took his hand back and saw the woman avoiding her like a snake and scorpion, eager to leave, by some strange coincidence, his fingertips curled up, and when they staggered away, they brushed against Jiang Wu's lips. Back of hand.