CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 287: I LOVE YOU (61)

"I’m not crazy." He lifted his gaze towards the Netherworld King. "Father, this marriage, I must divorce."

"I’ve already allowed you to live separately from the Ninth Princess Consort, haven’t I? What more do you want?!" The Netherworld King fumed with anger. "Maintaining the nominal relationship of husband and wife is enough."

"Father," Ji Ling spoke, "He must have another woman, which is why he’s asking for a divorce so soon after the wedding. You can’t agree to this."

"Is that so?" the Netherworld King asked.

"It isn’t," the Ninth Prince denied. "Recently, I can’t stop thinking about Yue’er. She’s angry at me for marrying someone else, and it pains me deeply. No matter what, Father, this marriage must be ended."

"After so many years, why can’t you let go?!" The Netherworld King slammed his fist on the table in fury. "How dare you bring up that woman Lin Yue’er to me? Because of this, your Seventh Brother went to the mortal world. What else do you want?!"

The Ninth Prince continued, "Father, I would rather remain single than continue to coexist with the Ninth Princess Consort under the name of a marital couple. Please grant me this kindness."

The Netherworld King snorted with contempt. "Out of more than a dozen brothers, take a good look and see if any is as foolish as you two. To degrade themselves for a woman like this, if you truly wish to divorce, then go take the severe punishment. After you’ve undergone it, I’ll allow the divorce; this can also give Ji Ling an explanation."

All faces around them showed different expressions. Severe punishment—that was a terribly harsh penalty.

"Fine."

Ji Ling watched his retreating figure, unable to help herself from blocking his path. "You want to divorce me over a woman who doesn’t exist, are you out of your mind?!"

"I’d willingly be out of my mind, step aside."

Ji Ling’s eyes were blood-red as she watched his unturning figure. She was even less than a dead woman, less than a dead woman!

***

When Gu Lili woke up, it was already broad daylight outside.

She got up but didn’t see Su Changzhi’s figure, and he didn’t answer his phone when she called.

He must have left again.

She didn’t think much of it and settled herself calmly to live day by day in Xiliang Mountain.

The news of her divorce from Long Yubei had become a hot topic that stayed in the headlines for many days.

There were all sorts of comments.

To be honest, what she cared about most was why those murmuring bystanders, ignorant of the truth, categorized her and her master as ominous people.

What did these people know?

They understood nothing.

In the end, the Long Family was not affected by this divorce scandal.

Long Yubei’s value did not decrease because he had been married once; on the contrary, he became even more sought after.

Ladies from noble families and famous daughters desired to marry him.

Thus, statements from certain corporate heirs and actresses followed, rolling onto the news, claiming their ideal man was someone like Long Yubei.

From that moment, Gu Lili stopped watching the news.

She began to live her own fulfilling and quiet life every day.

After such days passed for a week, Xiao Hei from the underworld came one evening,

"Why have you come?"

"Miss Gu, our Ninth Prince took severe punishment for the divorce." It wasn’t the Ninth Prince who sent him to tell her; he simply couldn’t hold back and came to inform her, "It’s all for you! What kind of love potion did you give our Ninth Prince?!"

"What is... severe punishment..." Gu Lili’s heart suddenly sank as she asked.

"It’s to suffer the punishments of all eighteen levels of hell once," Xiao Hei glared at her resentfully. "The Netherworld King said that this is the only way to justify it to the Ninth Princess Consort, but I didn’t expect the Prince to really go through with it!"

Gu Lili was struck by a bolt from the blue. She could never have imagined that the Ninth Prince would be willing to make such a sacrifice for her, to endure such great sufferings. What did she do to deserve this?!