How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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　　In the eyes of others, Jiang Wu seemed to be thinking and hesitating for a long time, and then he said yes as if he had figured it out.
　　The old man suddenly beamed: "Oh, madam, you can agree. It's really true. Very good. The princess has already paid her respects and is in her new house. Let me lead you there. "
　　The servants looked at each other.
　　Although they all made sense and had nothing to stop them, they still felt uneasy for some reason, as if everything was too coincidental.
　　Jiang Wu didn't give them a chance to think, and went straight to She left the wedding room.
　　It’s not like she couldn’t sense something was wrong, but no matter what Qingyang wanted to do, as long as she knew the truth,
　　“Madam, please come here. "
　　They stopped in front of a wing, and the old man leading the way opened the door for her respectfully. His back was to Jiang Wu's face. The kindness he had just shown had disappeared without a trace, and instead he had an inexplicable smile. .
　　The moment he put his hand on the door, the secret guards who realized something was wrong had already appeared: "Madam! Danger! "
　　Another wave of men in black appeared all around to block the guards who wanted to come forward. For a moment, the small courtyard was filled with swords and swords.
　　But Jiang Wu didn't even hear the whole story before he was pulled away by the old man. Went in.
　　This was indeed a wedding room, because everything was decorated in red, and...
　　Jiang Wu met his eyes
　　in a bright red wedding dress sitting beside the bed. She really thought about never seeing each other again, but fate would somehow mix them up again.
　　The man's eyes were obviously shocked, and he immediately stood up from the bed. :"lady? How do you..." At this point, he remembered something and looked at the person next to him, "Princess, what do you mean? "
　　Jiang Wu also looked over.
　　Qingyang was sitting in the shadow of the corner.
　　Instead of a red wedding dress, she was wearing a white plain dress. No, it was more like a mourning dress than a plain dress.
　　That touch of white was in the corner . It was particularly conspicuous in this red.
　　Hearing Mo Yangzhou ask her, the woman stood up from the corner.
　　When she came out of the shadow, Jiang Wu saw that her pale face could not be covered by rouge. Bloody face.
　　"Qingyang..." Jiang Wu wanted to ask her about Mingzhu and what happened. However, just as he called her name, he heard Qingyang's voice
　　. Awu, the queen mother is dead. "
　　It wasn't heartbreaking, it was a sound so desperate and hollow, even her eyes were like this, without any light and nothing.
　　Jiang Wu was stunned.
　　The Empress Dowager?
　　"How could this happen? At this moment, she didn't know what to say, "Did I make a mistake somewhere?" I haven't heard any news..."
　　As Chu Ling's wife, Jiang Wu's information is still very well-informed in some aspects, not to mention that the news of the death of the Empress Dowager must be announced to the world. Yes.
　　A smile appeared on Qingyang's silent face.
　　"Yes, there is indeed no news. Because she will close her eyes now. Maybe even Chu Ling would need a stick of incense before he could know the news. "
　　The matter was beyond Jiang Wu's understanding. She could only suppress her desire to ask Mingzhu immediately and listen to what she said.
　　"I'm not a good daughter, really. I'm always so arrogant and selfish. Thinking you are smart, thinking you are doing the right thing. But I don’t know how stupid I am. "
　　Jiang Wu thought about the letter she gave him. There were various confessions in the front. It turned out that the erratic words that seemed to be in a wrong mental state were because the Empress Dowager passed away.
　　No wonder...
　　Qingyang is still there. He continued: "From the time I refused the engagement with Chu Ling, to the time I ran away from the marriage, nothing was right. I made a mess of everything. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Wu, "Sister Jiang, and you, I made a mess of your life, Liang Qian's life, and everyone's life." "
　　Liang Qian.
　　When the name rang out, the man who had been silent in the room seemed to be severely shaken.
　　He looked at Jiang Wu.
　　At this moment, Jiang Wu's heart was indeed stirred up by this name.
　　There was no memory of what Qingyang said or the name Liang Qian.
　　There was still a crisp sound of weapons clashing outside. Jiang Wu pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth without saying a word.