How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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My initial thoughts years ago were that I wanted to grow up quickly so that I could protect her and let her do what she wanted to do.
　　But later, asking for her love made him forget his original intention.
　　Yes, compared to who she is with, who she loves more, and who she should abandon or not abandon, her happiness is obviously the most important thing.
　　He still has to become stronger.
　　After
　　a while, Chu Ling came over fully dressed. The man searched for a moment next to Jiang Wu. Apparently, the seats on the left and right were full. After a short pause, he sat next to Chu Ye.
　　Immediately, a servant came over and gave him more dishes and chopsticks.
　　Even after he sat down, he didn't speak much. When silent, he still looked solemn as usual. Everyone is used to it, and it seems like this is normal for him.
　　But in fact, Chu Ling was not as calm as he looked.
　　There were still beads of sweat on his palms.
　　That was the cold sweat he broke into when he woke up and didn't touch Jiang Wu. Yes, she didn't leave, she was still here. The man could only tell himself that he had slept for too long. How could he sleep so hard? He didn't even know she was hungry or even that she was out.
　　But no matter how he thought about it, the fear of losing always tortured him like gangrene in his bones, making him want to hold Jiang Wu in his arms and confirm her existence.
　　Chu Ling looked at Jiang Wu, and she was smiling.
　　That smile made him pause for a long time, because this was something Jiang Wu would not show to himself.
　　After a long time, the man finally began to slowly pick up the chopsticks, picked up the food in front of him, and put it into his mouth. It's just that his hands seemed to be moving on their own, and as for the master's thoughts, they never came back.
　　This was the first time that Chu Ling didn't think about how annoying the people around her were. This is good, but he had such an idea.
　　Even if you are not happy because of yourself, you are not happy because of yourself.
　　It's good that he can watch from the side.
　　As long as he can watch, that's fine. After
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　　had a meal, the children settled in naturally.
　　Jiang Wu was worried about Mingzhu's injury and insisted on seeing it for himself. The wound hadn't healed yet. She just took a look, and tears welled up in her eyes.
　　Mingzhu was fearless, but now when she saw her mother's tears, she couldn't help but surrender.
　　"It doesn't matter, mother, it doesn't hurt at all. Really."
　　"I will take good care of my health in the future and stop running around, okay?"
　　She anxiously wiped her mother's tears with a handkerchief. Jiang Wu raised his head and faced her anxious expression. When he looked at her, he was slightly dazed for a moment.
　　She remembered that she had asked Mingzhu before, and she didn't look very similar to Mo Yangzhou.
　　How can people who are not father and daughter be similar? She clearly resembles Liang Qian, even the anxious look in his eyes when facing his own tears.
　　Jiang Wu held Mingzhu's hand holding the handkerchief. She paused for a while before asking: "Have you visited your father?"
　　She thought about it before asking, but as expected, she still saw it at that moment. ‌See Mingzhu’s sad eyes.
　　"Well." Mingzhu looked away, "It doesn't count, because when he took me there, I didn't believe it was my father lying in the ground." She probably thought of the scene at that time. , she took a deep breath, as if to suppress the tears she was not used to, "Later...I have no shame..."
　　The guilt in that voice made Jiang Wu's hand tighten suddenly: "Mingzhu," she stopped He heard his daughter's voice, "It's not your fault, how could it be your fault? You don't know anything."
　　How can you blame her? Jiang Wu couldn't even imagine how she would feel when the person she had trusted for so many years was facing each other with swords.
　　Mingzhu lowered her head and bit her lip.
　　"No," she said in a low voice, "Actually...I..."
　　The guilt in her words did not diminish at all, so that she could not speak completely.
　　Jiang Wu hugged her into his arms.
　　She probably knew what Mingzhu wanted to say.
　　Mingzhu's various abnormal behaviors before, are you already guessing something? Just because I still had a glimmer of hope for the person who raised me, I couldn't help but defend him in my heart and give him a chance, so I didn't confess to myself.
　　Jiang Wu raised his hand and patted her back gently: "It's okay, Mingzhu. Mother knows it, so I don't blame you."
　　Even if it were her, the same thing would happen. If you don't see with your own eyes that the other person is going to kill you, and if you don't see with your own eyes that someone is sacrificing for yourself, how can you completely give up on him?
　　Her daughter's life was messed up because of selfish adults.
　　***
　　When Jiang Wu returned to her room, Chu Ling was waiting for her.
　　Although the man was sitting upright in the room, his brows revealed an irritability that was rarely seen in the past. It wasn't until he looked at himself that he slowly relaxed.
　　Jiang Wu withdrew his gaze and sat in front of the dressing table.
　　Although the room was not a room she was familiar with, the preparations here were complete, and she chose a wooden comb from it.
　　"Don't you have to deal with political affairs?" Jiang Wu asked the person behind him while combing his hair slowly.