"Alive" came with that cold, uncertain voice. Su Nian opened his eyes with some difficulty.

A crimson festive robe covered a handsome man who was looking at it with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, deep thought etched on his brow.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. Su Nian felt her brain explode, countless images surging out like a spring, overwhelming her.

He actually wore it. Just the second before, he was still giving a patient a hand, but the next second, he inexplicably found himself in this Qi Qingran's body.

Today is this person's wedding day. The man before her is her husband, Prince Yan Beiming of the carefree kingdom.

None of this is the point, the point is that this person chose to hang themselves on this day.

Even with his usual composure, Su Nian couldn't help but be stunned by such a massive amount of information.

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When you want to seize sovereignty, you speak first. But the moment your voice tries to escape, it feels like your throat is on fire, and what comes out sounds awful, like a broken harmonium, hoarse and scratchy.

His hand went numb, and he couldn't help but let out a groan.

The look he saw, a deeper meaning lingered in Yan Bei Ming's eyes.

The mark on his neck couldn't be faked. He had clearly stopped breathing before, so how could he be alive now? It wasn't surprising that people were terrified, even he felt that something was deeply strange about this.

Could it be that they ingested some kind of poison before faking their death? They certainly seem well-prepared.

A hint of mockery flashed in Yan Beiming's eyes.

"Well, it seems he's truly alive." "In that case, we can skip the funeral."

Since you have no intention, this King will not force it.

You need not seek death or life any longer. Tomorrow, I shall enter the palace to request imperial decree from my father to grant you a divorce, fulfilling your wish. You may then continue to pursue your Prince Consort.

When he said this, Yan Beiming's expression was indifferent, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

In the capital city, everyone knows about Qi Family's second branch's sickly son who is favored by the Crown Prince. You don't even need to ask around to know all sorts of things he has done.

It has already become a laughingstock in the capital city.

Thanks to his good fortune, he has now become equally famous. When he thought of the saying circulating in the capital, “A sickly man paired with a cripple is just right,” a hint of mockery couldn't help but flash across his eyes.

No, a ruined reputation with illness and him, this reclusive and eccentric cripple, are actually a perfect match.

He was just thinking about how to solve the problems that came with it, but he had already made a choice for him. So, it saved him trouble.

At this point, he calmly spoke, "Ms. Qi, rest well. Tomorrow, you will be free."

"Wait a moment."

Su Nian found it somewhat difficult to begin.

I've been unable to process what just happened, and the other party hasn't given me a chance to speak up.

But the other party meant to have understood, they wanted a divorce.

I feel like this issue needs to be discussed properly, but I didn't expect him to have already left with a parting remark. Yet, Yan Bei Ming seemed not to hear anything and simply pushed back his chair and walked away.

"Hey!" Su Nian struggled to climb out of bed and chase after him, but he hadn't expected himself to be too weak. He fell straight to the ground.

After the silence that followed, Yan Beiming finally stopped his rocking. He turned his head to glance at the person on the ground, and with a faint voice, he said, "Miss Qi, it's best you take care of yourself. If you keep going like this, you probably won't get to see His Royal Highness."

Everyone knows that the Qi family has a son who carries a medicine jar. If this continues, I'm afraid he won't last long after just barely pulling through.

It's not about dying, what matters is not to dirty your own place.

After saying that, Yan Beiming didn't stay any longer. He pushed his chair and left.

(Editor in charge：the handmaid's tale a novel)