Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1330 - 1337: Mo Zili’s Pain (5)

Chapter 1330: Chapter 1337: Mo Zili’s Pain (5)

She screamed in a panic, as if her soul was about to fly away.

Seeing her so afraid of him, Mo Zili felt extremely disturbed. He stood up and tried to reassure her softly, "Xiang Yun, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I just wanted to see you, I heard you were ill..."

Xiang Yun cowered in the corner, stammering in panic, "Leave, I don’t need your concern. Haven’t we already divorced? I have nothing to do with you anymore. Just go, I don’t want to see you! Cui Ping—Cui Lu—"

Xiang Yun started shouting, while defensively throwing pillows and blankets at Mo Zili.

Mo Zili stood at the side of the couch, not dodging or moving, letting the pillows and blankets hit him as he no longer had the strength to evade them.

’Divorce,’ ’no ties’—these words were like sharp knives, stabbing shallowly or deeply into his heart, causing him such pain that he struggled to breathe, his face turning pale.

He looked up, gazing at the terrified Xiang Yun, and said with agony, "I know I have committed grave sins. You can hit me, scold me if you’re angry, and if that’s not enough to vent your feelings, you can stab me a few times too. But please, Xiang Yun, give me a chance to start over, okay? This time, I promise I won’t hurt you the slightest bit; I’ll do whatever you want, just agree to reconcile with me, I..."

"Forget it!"

Xiang Yun forcefully interrupted him. She was afraid of him, too busy trying to avoid him, why would she reconcile with him? Even if you held a knife to her throat, she would refuse.

"Mo Zili, don’t dream. I, Wu Xiangyun, would rather die than reconcile with you, absolutely not. Get out, don’t let me see you again, or else I’ll call for help. Leave, just go—"

Mo Zili staggered and took a couple of steps back, looking up at her with an expression of intense pain, "Xiang Yun, do you truly refuse to forgive me? Won’t you even give me a single chance?"

Xiang Yun steadied herself and declared firmly, "No, definitely not. Mo Zili, just leave. Stop thinking about these unrealistic things. Don’t appear before me again in the future, okay?"

Mo Zili did not respond, only giving a bitter smile with his head bowed.

Not to appear before her? When the thought of her made his internal organs ache, what could he do? A month had gone by, which felt longer than a lifetime to him. Every day without her was dim and joyless. He was tired of living like a walking corpse. That’s why he had bribed the servants at the Mansion of Marquis Jian’an to inquire about her; doing these things he once thought beneath him was because he couldn’t let her go. He wanted to walk away with dignity and never cross paths with her again, but he couldn’t. What was he to do?

"Miss, how come... ah, Young Master—"

Cui Ping and Cui Lu rushed in, and both were startled upon seeing Mo Zili.

They had thought the Miss had fallen asleep and had rushed to have their vegetarian meal. When they returned, they heard noises from the Miss’s Zen room and hurried in to discover Mo Zili, who had somehow sneaked in.

Both girls were panicked; the Miss was a divorcee which had already affected her reputation. If a man were to be found in her room, it would be a fatal blow to her standing.

The Miss’s reputation could not suffer the slightest bit more of damage. Ever since the Miss had returned to the mansion after her divorce, the concubines and their daughters had been spreading gossip about her, both openly and secretly, especially the Third Young Lady, Wu Xiangling, born to Aunt Hua, who had already been betrothed to someone. When that family heard that Xiang Yun had divorced Young Master of Duke Li Guo’s Mansion, they actually came to call off the marriage with the Third Young Lady.

Frustrated and with nowhere to vent, the Third Young Lady spoke ill of Xiang Yun whenever she could, making all sorts of accusations and pressing her to the ground. Xiang Yun, knowing she had dragged her down, did not argue with her and silently bore the burden alone. If not for the overwhelming psychological pressure, she wouldn’t have fallen so gravely ill, unable to get out of bed for weeks.