However, she searched the memory of the original owner and suddenly became as listless as a deflated rubber ball.
In this unfair era, there has never been a precedent for a woman to divorce her husband. Only when a woman's status is higher than that of a man can she take the initiative to propose a divorce, but the man must agree before the divorce can be successful.
For example, if a princess wants to make peace with her consort, not only must the emperor agree, but the consort must also agree.
This is simply serious discrimination against women and so unfair!
Shen Ning was angry and couldn't help but glared at Chu Shaoyang.
Chu Shaoyang was stared at incomprehensibly by her, and just as he was about to stare back, he suddenly remembered that he had just held her hand inexplicably, and held it for a long time. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and avoided looking.
He coughed lightly and was about to continue teaching her riding skills when he suddenly heard a soft call not far away.
"Your Majesty!"
He and Shen Ning looked back together.
I saw Shen Biyun and Lan Xiang arriving at the racecourse at some point, looking at Chu Shaoyang lovingly with a sweet smile on his face.
Lan Xiang stood behind her, but glanced at Shen Ning with an unkind look.
Shen Biyun had dressed up carefully today, with her hair tied up in a high bun. She only wore a simple and elegant pearl hairpin, a rhombus white cloud brocade shirt, and a pink cloud-shaped Qianshui skirt. She looked around while walking. He was showing off his posture and walking toward Chu Shaoyang.
Chu Shaoyang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but stepped forward. There was surprise in his eyes, but he complained: "Yun'er, why are you here? It's windy at the racecourse, why don't you wear more clothes?"
He scolded Lanxiang: "How did you become a slave? You can't even take care of your master?"
Lan Xiang hurriedly saluted and presented the brocade cloak she held in her hands.
Chu Shaoyang tied it up for Shen Biyun himself and said considerately: "Isn't it cold now?"
"It's not cold anymore. Thank you, Your Majesty. You are so kind to Yun'er." Shen Biyun smiled tenderly, leaned into Chu Shaoyang's arms, and let him stroke her hair.
She lowered her eyes, covering up the cold light and hatred in her eyes.
She could clearly see the scene just now. The man she loved was actually holding hands with that bitch!
As expected, the bitch was taking this opportunity to seduce the prince. If she hadn't arrived in time, she would have succeeded.
"Ah, it's not good for the prince to be like this. My sister is still watching from the side."
Shen Biyun hurriedly left Chu Shaoyang's arms, with a shy blush on her face, and lowered her head in embarrassment: "Sister, it was my sister who was rude for a moment and disturbed the prince and my sister. I hope my sister will not blame Yun'er."
"I don't blame you. Of course I don't blame you. My sister and the prince are deeply in love and affectionate. As a sister, I am happy for you, sister."
Shen Ning completely turned a blind eye to the hug between the two of them just now. She was not interested in watching the white lotus act. If she wanted to watch the show, it would be better to find a pear orchard, where even the servants serving tea and water were better than the white lotus. .
Chu Shaoyang glanced at her and saw her smiling, stroking the horse's ears and whispering. He didn't even glance at himself and Shen Biyun, and his heart suddenly sank.
She spoke nonchalantly, her expression even more relaxed and unconcerned.
She really doesn't care.
Shen Biyun was proud in her heart, but her face was tender. She stared at Chu Shaoyang and said worriedly: "Your Majesty didn't come back all night. Yun'er was worried about Your Majesty. He found out that Your Majesty came to the racecourse as soon as he returned home today, so Yun'er came here specially. After visiting him, Yun'er felt relieved when he saw that the prince was fine. "