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In the courtyard of Prince Rui's Mansion, the crimson lanterns hanging high in front of Fei Xia Pavilion swayed violently in the gale and downpour. The two large red "囍" characters on the door were blown off into the muddy ground and soon vanished in a torrent of rain.,As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Li Qianzi scoffed coldly, then pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from her sleeve. She bit her finger and wrote the words "divorce papers" on it before throwing them at him without a shred of politeness.。