"Chu Nanli, have you sought me out to have me decide that Yunting should let you go?"
Yang Shu looked down at Chu Nanli with a haughty air.
Her maternal family's power, coupled with years of favor from the emperor, had nurtured an arrogant and domineering character.
Even now, as a mother, despite a certain dignified authority, she still hadn't shed her disdainful habits deep in her bones.
Chu Nanli thought she indeed wanted Ye Yunting to let go, so she nodded.
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, Yang Shu laughed sarcastically, looking at Chu Nanli with derision in her eyes.
"What makes you think I would help you? You are nothing but a lowly commoner who has repeatedly disrespected me. It's generous of me not to have Yunting divorce you on the spot!"
Faced with Yang Shu's mocking disdain, Chu Nanli showed no emotion but simply said, "Princess Consort, I actually want you to persuade Ye Yunting to divorce me immediately."
