Moxun felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart, so intense that it made her want to cry.
She fumed inwardly, "That bastard National Preceptor! So he's been treating me as a substitute all along! No wonder he's so skilled in bed—he's had plenty of practice."
Unable to accept it, she stared at the portrait of the woman.
She couldn't see how she fell short in comparison.
Since Zhang He'an had another woman in his heart, there was no point in Moxun trying to hold on. She would never lower herself to beg or fight over a man who was already tainted.
Moxun left the secret chamber.
That night, the National Preceptor was occupied with calculations at the Astrological Bureau and hadn't returned. Seizing the opportunity, Moxun rushed to the treasury of the National Preceptor's residence. Tears streamed down her face as she swiftly gathered all the banknotes she could find.
Before leaving, she picked up a brush and scrawled out a letter of divorce.
She was going to divorce Zhang He'an!
