Now that she had obtained the status and wealth she wanted, living the privileged life of a young mistress, what was she unsatisfied with except for not being able to get him? Why would she actively propose separation?
Or was it that after marrying in, she discovered that the life of a married-in wife wasn't as glamorous as she had imagined, and decided to retreat?
"It's your turn." Before Yan Jiyue could think it through, Su Mu interrupted his thoughts, urging him.
He was the one who had suffered in this marriage, what was she in such a hurry for?
Yan Jiyue suddenly felt annoyed.
She was a woman after all, after separation, she could still marry other men, while he would become a second marriage, something to be condemned by thousands and bear infamy.
But even so, he still wanted to separate, he hated Su Mu, hated this disgusting woman.
Yan Jiyue wrote his name on the separation agreement, then decisively bit his finger and pressed it down.
"From now on, we have no relationship whatsoever." Yan Jiyue threw down these words harshly.
"Wait!"
"What else do you want? Want to change your mind?" Yan Jiyue carefully put away the separation agreement in his bosom, even taking two steps back for fear she might change her mind: "The separation agreement has been signed, you can't go back on it."
Su Mu was amused by his behavior: "I won't go back on it, but I think the separation agreement should be in duplicate, that's better for both parties."
Since it wasn't about changing her mind, Yan Jiyue gradually relaxed: "Then you write another copy."
Su Mu nodded, picked up the brush and began to write, the room suddenly falling silent.
The orange firelight dancing on the desk was reflected on her profile, a hidden glimmer in her eyes.
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Yan Jiyue suddenly realized belatedly that Su Mu could actually write, and she had good handwriting, her strokes soft yet strong with the momentum of a flying dragon.
"You can write?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Mm." Su Mu replied softly.
This was the first time the two had spoken so calmly, unexpectedly during their separation.
"Didn't you not know how before?" He asked again.
Su Mu might not know, but Yan Jiyue had seen her before, though at that time she was in the outer residence while he was in the inner residence. He had seen her once from afar, hearing servants discuss her background, saying she knew a few characters but couldn't write, wasting such a pretty face.
Later he naturally assumed she was an uncultured person who couldn't write.
"I couldn't before, but later when I was a servant in the Yan family, I would practice whenever I had free time," Su Mu said indifferently.
She had just transmigrated to an unfamiliar place, and deep down she was anxious. After realizing she couldn't go back, she began to study desperately, just to seek a foundation for her life.
The characters in the female-dominant world were similar to traditional Chinese characters. She could read but not write, so after finishing her work every day, she practiced until late at night. At that time, she couldn't afford paper and pen, so she used a wooden stick to write on the ground, slowly learning how to write.
Yan Jiyue suddenly realized that the Su Mu before him was very different from what he had imagined.
"Don't be prejudiced against Su Mu." His father's words suddenly echoed in his mind.
Yan Jiyue's thoughts became a bit chaotic. He stood up and for the first time, surveyed Su Mu's room.
Clean, tidy, simple, and with very few things, it didn't look like someone had lived here for half a month at all, more like a traveler, with even clothes pitifully scarce.
Wasn't she meticulously planning to enter the Yan family? Why, after entering the Yan family, was she living worse than a servant?
The only decoration in the room was a pink and white peony in the vase on her desk. There was still a drop of water on the peony's petals, seeming to have been carefully watered by her.
The candlelight shone on the soft petals of the peony, melting into Su Mu's downcast profile, revealing a section of fair wrist as she held the brush, ice-like posture and jade-like bones.
To be fair, Su Mu was beautiful. Using 'beautiful' to describe a woman was indeed a bit presumptuous, but it was very suitable for Su Mu.
Her features were even softer and more graceful than a man's, but her eyes occasionally revealed a distant coldness. Even wearing red clothes, she seemed as cold as snow. If carefully appreciated, even the second young miss Shen would be inferior to her by three points.
Unfortunately, such a person had improper thoughts, her background was not as good as the second young miss Shen, her talent was not as good as the second young miss Shen, yet she didn't know how to establish herself with her own abilities, only thinking of crooked ways to climb high branches, not even keeping a woman's face, becoming a married-in wife.
"It's done." Su Mu put down the brush, pressed her handprint on the separation agreement, then handed it to Yan Jiyue.
"Young master?" Seeing Yan Jiyue had no reaction, Su Mu called out again, and Yan Jiyue's thoughts were barely pulled back.
He looked at the words on the separation agreement, "Since our hearts are no longer the same, it's difficult to unite our intentions... Let's part ways, each finding our own happiness."
They indeed had different hearts, difficult to unite their intentions.
"Young master, please press your handprint." Su Mu urged softly.
Yan Jiyue looked at the bloody finger, suddenly feeling a surge of unbearable depression in his heart. The feeling came inexplicably, he couldn't even think of any reason.
They were finally separating, shouldn't he be happy? Why couldn't he press down?
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