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The prison cell was dark, filthy, and reeked unbearably.

Covering his nose with his sleeve, Rong Weijing followed the jailer to Madam Rong Zhou's cell door.

Hearing footsteps, Madam Rong Zhou hurriedly looked up. The moment she saw Rong Weijing, she rushed forward. Her eyes were filled with panic, and just as she was about to pour out her grievances, Rong Weijing barked at her.

"Why did you, wicked woman, commit theft?"

It was as if a sharp blade had plunged into her chest. Madam Rong Zhou's heart turned to cold iron, and after standing stunned for a long while, she finally asked, "You came here to question me?"

Rong Weijing snorted angrily. "You committed such a grave mistake, yet you still refuse to repent?"

"Refuse to repent?" Madam Rong Zhou gave a bleak laugh, her gaze filled with bitter hatred. "Rong Weijing, did you come today only to berate me?"

Her hair was disheveled, her body grimy and filthy. None of her former delicate beauty remained, and her expression was strange, as though she had gone mad. Disgust rose in Rong Weijing's heart.

"You committed the crime of theft and sullied the Rong Clan's honor. You are unfit to be mistress of the Rong Estate."

Theft was one of the Seven Grounds for Divorce. Rong Weijing could use it to cast off his wife.

Madam Rong Zhou's eyes abruptly widened, and she shrieked miserably, "You truly mean to divorce me?"

The gossip throughout Shengjing had already cost Rong Weijing all his face. If he did not divorce her and clear himself of the matter, who knew how others would talk about him?

With that thought, he stopped looking at Madam Rong Zhou and turned to leave.

"Rong Weijing!" Madam Rong Zhou suddenly cried out. "You pride yourself on being