"Take your infertility report and get out! The Emperor's family has no need for a hen that doesn't lay eggs. Wan Yue is back, she's been with Ajing these past few days. Be sensible!"

With Madam Song Liqin's words, an infertility diagnosis was thrust into her hands.

Nan Zhiyi was completely stunned, bearing the wrath of her mother-in-law and her abrupt dismissal.

The only phrase echoing in her mind was: "Nan Wanyue is back!"

So... had she lost after all?

She sat alone in the room like a fool until darkness fell.

In the evening, around eight o'clock, the sound of a car engine reverberated through the courtyard.

Nan Zhiyi knew, Di Shijing had returned.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, a 'clap' as the light was switched on.

The man walked in with a blazer draped over his arm, long legs striding forward.

His white shirt casually unbuttoned at the collar, his superior physique made his demeanor seem even more noble.

His handsome face, godlike, devoid of any expression, cold and elegant.

"When you have time, sign the papers. Let's get a divorce."

He stood before Nan Zhiyi, setting down the documents.

His voice deep, pleasant to the ear, yet devoid of any warmth.

Nan Zhiyi had anticipated this early on.

But her heart, still couldn't control itself, aching with unbearable pain.

Her gaze uncontrollably shifted towards Di Shijing, and she forced herself to ask him, "Are you wanting to divorce me because of 'infertility'?"

Di Shijing's expression and tone turned cold, saying, "Nan Zhiyi, don't make things uglier than they should be, you should be well aware why we got married in the first place."

Nan Zhiyi looked at him in a daze.

She was indeed aware.

Initially, the old patriarch of the Di family was gravely ill, and the Di family wanted to bring in a new daughter-in-law for good luck.

And the person chosen for this, was supposed to be Nan Wanyue.

After all, at that time, Nan Wanyue was the wealthy heiress of the Nan family.

However, during the premarital medical examination, it was discovered that she had no gene relation with the Nan family.

The old patriarch of the Nan family, after learning this, started a grand search, and only then did they find her, the true heiress of the Nan family who was living elsewhere.

As a result, the engagement fell upon her.

On the day of her wedding with Di Shijing, Nan Wanyue secretly came to see her, intending to stir up their marriage, and played out a drama of falling down the staircase.

In the end, she broke her leg and was sent overseas for treatment.

This incident was a big drama, and everyone sympathized with Nan Wanyue.

But she, she was being cursed at by thousands!

Her own parents disdained her, saying she had a heart as poisonous as a snake and scorpion, and they had been extremely repulsed by her.

After all, Nan Wanyue was their daughter they had raised for nineteen years. Well-educated and mannerly, she was universally acknowledged as a well-bred young lady.

And as for their own biological daughter, she was ruthless and cold-blooded...

Thinking of the humiliation she suffered today at the hands of Song Liqin, Nan Zhiyi felt like laughing.

Little did they know, the reality was not that she was barren.

But rather, from the day they were married, Emperor Shi Jing had never laid a finger on her!

The more Nan Zhiyi thought about it, the colder her heart became!

Perhaps, she really shouldn't have held on to a man like him, whose heart she couldn't warm.

Even though for the past two years, no matter how well she treated him, no matter how much she loved him, it was all in vain.

But to just divorce like this, she wasn't willing!

Why should she let this man manipulate her as he pleases?

Looking at the unsightly divorce agreement, Nan Zhiyi sneered, “Emperor Shi Jing, I can sign the documents. However, before that, you ought to do your marital duty at least once, right?”

“What?”

Emperor Shi Jing was stunned, seemingly thought he had misheard.

Before he could even react, the woman had grasped his collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

In a provocative tone, she said, "What? Unwilling? For two years of marriage, I have fulfilled my duties as a good wife, taking care of you, sticking by your side. Even as a housekeeper, I should have a salary... I am just asking for my due recompense now, isn't that reasonable?"

Hearing this, a cold expression appeared in Emperor Shi Jing's eyes. "Nan Zhiyi, do you know what it means to have a sense of shame? Don't think that provoking me this way will make me act as you wish!"

"Is it because you're unwilling, or because you're incapable?"

Nan Zhiyi threw out even more provocative words, "Could it be true, as the rumors suggest, that the young Emperor is all show, no action? Physically incapable?"

These words instantly ignited Emperor Shi Jing's rage, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Nan Zhiyi, you're as good as dead! I'll show you right now, just how capable I am!"

Saying this, he harshly tilted her chin upward, returning the kiss.

They carried on throughout the night.

In the end, it was Nan Zhiyi who couldn't withstand any longer, falling asleep from exhaustion!

The next morning when she woke up, the man was still deep in slumber.

Quietly gathering her belongings, Nan Zhiyi left behind a divorce agreement and a note on the bedside table, along with a ten yuan bill.

"Your performance was too weak, I'm highly unsatisfied. Young Emperor, next time don't serve anyone, it might scare away your guests! This ten yuan is for your hard work last night, no need to thank me!"

...

Emperor Shi Jing woke up near noon.

As he sat up from the bed, he found that Nan Zhiyi was no longer anywhere in sight. Only the scattered clothing on the floor bore silent testimony to the events of the previous night.

His eyes darkened, feeling resentful for falling into the trap of provocation last night.

He had actually fallen for that woman's goading!

What's next?

Was she going to use this to blackmail him into continuing their marriage?

Emperor Shi Jing swept past with an icy expression, thinking that he had completely figured out Nan Zhiyi's intentions.

However, just as he was about to get out of bed, his eyes caught sight of something on the bedside table.

He hesitated, picked it up, and took a look.

Two seconds later...

"Your capabilities are too poor!"

"Very dissatisfied!"

"Stop working for others!"

"Ten bucks for hard labor!"

With each provocative phrase that caught his eyes, Emperor Shi Jing's face turned incredibly gloomy!

Nan Zhiyi, this damned woman... dared to speak of him like this!

She must be tired of living!!!

Emperor Shi Jing's face was filled with deep anger, flinging the divorce agreement aside, he didn't have the patience to sign it at the moment.

At this point, all he wanted was to get back at Nan Zhiyi!

Soon, he hastily went downstairs in his robe.

His butler, seeing the cloudiness on his face so early in the morning, hurriedly asked, "Young Master, what's the matter? What happened?"

"Where's Nan Zhiyi?"

Emperor Shi Jing asked straight away.

The butler paused, then replied, "The young mistress left early in the morning with suitcase in hand, stating… she will never come back."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Shi Jing let out a cold laugh.

She sure ran away fast!

But... could she really escape?

He called out for his assistant Zhou Yi, "Go bring Nan Zhiyi back to me!"