The Mermaid Princess wants to divorce

Chapter 340 The Tragedy of Nan Xinyao
Yun Bingbing was slightly taken aback, and sighed, why did she call her?One day, if he knew her true identity, what would he think of her?

What she loves is Xin Haoyi, but she is in awe of King Li, three years is enough for her to regard him as a friend.

Looking back, she smiled sadly, "My lord, don't be embarrassed to keep me. Bingbing doesn't belong here. It's a matter of time before I leave. Maybe one day, my lord will blame Bingbing."

Sighing, she murmured softly, "Thank you, my lord, for taking care of me over the past three years. Bingbing wants to go her own way in her future life."

Le Wanwan heard this sentence when he turned around Baihuayuan. He looked at the fairy in white who was always indifferent and distant in surprise. Yes, in Wanwan's eyes, Yun Bingbing was too perfect. Dust matter.

What exactly does such a woman want?She knew that Murong Tianhai left her only out of guilt, she had no position to participate in anything, would Li Palace be calm without the stumbling of those women?

"No, before you determine your own path, this king is still willing to take care of you." Murong Tianhai stepped forward to gently hold her hand, and said firmly.

Yun Bingbing chuckled, a little self-deprecating, if he could talk to her like this, even death would be worth it, "I hope the prince will not be disappointed in the future."

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From time to time, Nan Xinyao's frantic cries could be heard in the Remnant Fragrance Garden, and the place where there were not many decorations was smashed into a mess by her. As if she couldn't relieve her hatred, she cursed at the guards guarding outside the garden.

Tweety is still by her side, still looking at her current defeat indifferently, the only value of this woman is to keep her in Li Palace instead of being kicked out.

Nan Xinyao was suffering both mentally and physically. How could she, a pampered young lady, endure the life in the cold palace and live in darkness.

Within a few days, she could no longer cry, shout, or scold, leaving only the deepening hatred that accompanied every evening, the evening she hated the most.

"Tweety, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, right? Do you think I can get out of here alive?" Nan Xinyao stared blankly at the full moon, illuminating the overgrown thorns and long grass in the Remnant Fragrance Garden. Ashes.

(End of this chapter)