My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

In March, the spring snow melted, and the returning swallows called happily under the eaves. The air in Shangjing was filled with a warm atmosphere, which was fascinating.

But there was not a trace of spring in Chunhe Hall of Pei Guogong's mansion. The courtyard was dead silent, and the faces of the servants who came and went were filled with sorrow.

Through the screen, on the luxurious bed lay the lifeless body of a woman. Only the faint rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive.

The maidservant who was serving couldn't help sobbing. Perhaps she heard the noise, and the heroine struggled to open her bloodshot eyes.

"Cough cough!"

Just as he was about to speak, he started coughing, and a few traces of blood trickled out from the corners of his pale lips.

The maidservant who was serving her was horrified. She suddenly threw herself down in front of the bed and tried to wipe it hurriedly with a handkerchief, but she couldn't make it clean.

She said anxiously, "Miss, please be patient for a moment. I will go and call the imperial physician." After saying that, she got up and went to find the doctor.

A pale, almost transparent hand stopped the maid's movements.

"Ahem, Master, haven't you returned home yet?"

She asked in a hoarse voice, her voice full of unwillingness.

The maid named Chunyu stood in front of her heartbroken, her eyes red from tears and she dared not utter a word, fearing that she would upset the person on the bed. The young lady could not bear any more stimulation.

The long silence makes the depressed people feel suffocated.

"hehe"

She forced a sneer out of her chest, her haggard face looked extremely hideous, and her pale hands slid weakly to the side of the bed.

She struggled to open her big eyes and stared at the ceiling of the luxurious bed.

Song Qingcheng, the legitimate daughter of the general who guards the country, is the most noble woman in Shangjing City. She is extremely beautiful. Because her grandfather and father have made great military achievements, her status is no less than that of the princess.

She is not even thirty years old yet, but her once stunningly beautiful face has become like that of an old woman.

She laughed at her situation.

Recalling the parade of the top scholar that year, Pei Huaizhi, riding on his tall horse, was handsome, with an upright posture and unparalleled dignity. She fell in love with him at first sight.

When she returned to the general's mansion, she started to act coquettishly to her father and mother, asking to marry him.

General Song looked at his daughter's expectant face and could not bear to see her disappointed, so he asked the Emperor for an imperial decree.

The Peiguo Mansion was also happy to see this marriage.

The two became relatives, and the couple's talent and beauty became a legend at the time.

Song Qingcheng married the man that all the ladies in Beijing wanted to marry the most. She was very satisfied and even secretly happy that she was so lucky.

But after getting married, she realized the hardships of being the daughter-in-law of a Duke's mansion without the protection of her parents.

She has been married to Pei Huaizhi for nearly ten years, the best time of a woman's life. She has put aside all her hobbies, embraced the heart of a young girl, put her husband first in everything, and worked diligently to be a competent and good wife, serving her parents-in-law and her husband, never causing any trouble for her husband, and was cautious and thoughtful so that he could focus on court affairs.

Among the officials' wives in the capital, if we really had to rank them in terms of virtue and ability, she would rank second, and no one would dare to rank first.

Everyone forgot that she was once a jewel who was raised and pampered by her father, brother, and mother, and had never suffered any hardship.

Since she married Pei Huai, she was willing to be a servant, and she kept all her sorrows to herself.

She thought that she would surely win her husband's love by giving everything for him just like a maid, but in the end, she ended up making wedding clothes for others. She hasn't even breathed her last yet.

The whole family was actually arranging for Pei Huaizhi to remarry.

What a cousin! They are relatives to her. Do you really think she is dead?

She was unwilling to accept this. Could it be that her sincerity had really been wasted?

This Duke's Mansion was so cruel to her! What on earth were these ten years worth?

She must get to the bottom of it!

"Go call Pei Huaizhi again!"

She had already gnashed her teeth. She had ruined her health for his whole family. She couldn't just die in such an unclear way.

Chunhua is Song Qingcheng's maid who came with her as a dowry. She knows best how her young lady has survived all these years, and she also feels sorry for her young lady.

"Miss, I will send someone to call the Third Master right away," she wiped away the tears in her eyes.

Just as he was about to turn around, Xia He stumbled in.

"Miss, Miss"

Looking at the lifeless person lying on the bed, she cried even more uncontrollably.

Song Qingcheng had a bad premonition rising from the bottom of her heart.

"What's wrong!"

she asked.

Xia He looked at the dying person and didn't know how to start.

"Say!"

Song Qingcheng used all her strength to squeeze out a word.

Xia He gritted her teeth and said, "I went out to look for the Third Master today, but I heard rumors that the General's Mansion was corrupt and perverted the law. Your Majesty ordered the General's Mansion to be raided. Your Majesty spared the general's death penalty in consideration of his past achievements, and all the generals in the Mansion were exiled to Lingnan!"

"Miss!"

Xia He was no longer able to speak and collapsed on the ground crying!

Song Qingcheng was furious when she heard this, and blood gushed out of her mouth. "How could it be, how could it be, Daddy, Mommy, Brother!"

She struggled to get up, but she had no strength at all. Just when she had half of her body up, she fell back onto the bed with a thud.

"His father and brother have always been selfless and dedicated to their work. This is unfair!"

"Yes, yes, now Pei Huaizhi is the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, he must have a way!"

Song Qingcheng ignored the blood gushing out of her and wanted to get out of bed to find Pei Huaizhi, her husband.

In the spring rain, Xia He pounced in front of Song Qingcheng.

"Miss, don't worry!"

Pale consolation is of no use anymore.

Song Qingcheng was left with no strength left and could only urge the maid to go look for it.

Xia He ran out crying!

Chunyu, watching her young lady vomiting blood continuously and still breathing out more than breathing in, ran out in horror to get ginseng soup.

I was afraid that my young lady would really die.

She was the only one left in the room.

She lay on the bed, thinking that her life was too miserable. She closed her empty eyes and swallowed all the bitterness.

My brain, which used to have a photographic memory, is now like a mess.

At this moment, a gloating laugh came from the bedside.

Since she fell ill, no outsiders have come to visit for a long time.

"My cousin's wife is really careless. How can she sleep well when her father and brother have been exiled?"

Xie Wan Ning sat on the brocade stool beside the bed and said with a gloating look.

Song Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her whom she had always treated as her own sister.

I hated myself for being so blinded by her and being deceived so badly. Why didn't she see her evil ambitions?

"When?" she asked bitterly.

"I have liked my cousin since I was a child. Why can you marry him after only meeting him once? It's because you have a good father. Now your whole family has been exiled, and the general's mansion is gone. I wonder what you can rely on"!

Xie Wan Ning was no longer as innocent as before, and spoke viciously.

When Song Qingcheng heard about her father and brother, her heart ached, but her body was completely exhausted and she couldn't shed a single tear.

Xie Wan Ning looked at Song Qingcheng, whose face looked as pale as death, and felt extremely happy.

"Song Qingcheng, why don't you just die? Do you know who is in charge of your father and brother's affairs? It's your cousin!"