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

"What lanterns!"

"Sir, please wait a moment and I will bring it to you!" After saying that, Shuqi turned around and left the study. In less than half an incense stick of time, he came back with two lamps.

At first glance, although the two lanterns are different, they are equally exquisitely crafted. They look very valuable and are not something that ordinary people can afford. One of them is even carved layer by layer, and when it is turned, each layer is a different scenery. The craftsmanship is so exquisite that it is obvious that the long-lost technique of the ghost ball has been used.

"I checked and found that these two lanterns were sent by Prince Yan and Prince Yi!"

Hearing this, the gloomy and calm face suddenly turned gloomy. It was really thoughtful to send a lantern from thousands of miles away.

Shuqi stood to one side, "It's okay for the Prince of Yan, after all, he and the young mistress have been in love since childhood, but His Royal Highness the Prince of Yi's behavior is really unacceptable!"

"The young lady is always causing trouble for the adults," Shuqi complained continuously.

Pei Huaizhi's face was so gloomy when he heard this, and he said word by word: "What does this have to do with her! Is it the fault of the white jade that is covered with dust? If I hear this again, you will beat yourself with ten whips!"

Shuqi clasped his hands together and said, "I have overstepped the bounds, but since you married the young mistress, you have healed an old wound and added a new one. I think you and the young mistress are just an evil fate, not a proper one. You should just forget about the childhood incident and divorce now!"

"Go away! Come see me when you have figured it out. Also, I don't want to see anyone disrespecting her. If you can't do that, then you don't have to follow me!"

Pei Huaizhi said in a deep voice.

Obviously, the servant's words had touched Pei Huaizhi's sore spot.

Shuqi stepped back. After all, it was his master's family affair, and he, as a guard, should not interfere. Today he had indeed overstepped his bounds. His master did not blame him because of their many years of master-servant relationship. He quickly corrected his attitude.

When Pei Huai was the only one left in the study, he placed the two lanterns in front of himself and looked at them blankly.

Then he sneered, "Dream on!"

The King of Yi and the King of Yan are really bold and they deliberately provoked him. They wanted him and Shuqi to have a rift with Song Qingcheng so that they could force him to divorce Song Qingcheng and give them an opportunity.

No need to think about it.

The only way to make him hand over Song Qingcheng to someone else is to die.

Not to mention that Prince Yan Wei Shao does have a love affair with Song Qingcheng, it is true that Prince Yi may love Song Qingcheng, but judging from his deep thoughts, it is definitely not as simple as a love between a man and a woman. He is probably eyeing the power behind Song Qingcheng.

But since Song Qingcheng married him, no matter whether he cared about the power of the Song family or not, in the eyes of others, he already had the support of the Song family.

The bright sunlight shone through the narrow window and covered his sharp and cold profile, which was as sharp as a knife.

All the forces in the court wanted to win him over, but were worried that they could not do so. They were also afraid that he would join any camp. Since he could not be used by them, it would be better to destroy him.

Moreover, it would be more appropriate to take action against him in Jinling. As long as he gets into trouble in Jinling City, the forces in the capital can push the blame on any aristocratic family in Jinling City and reap the benefits.

Ah!

He originally wanted to be a loyal minister, but they all came to test his bottom line one by one. Then it would not be a bad idea for him to do as they wish and become a powerful minister who can make things happen with a wave of his hand. If they want to seize the throne and tie the Song family to this dangerous ship of seizing the throne, it depends on whether I agree or not.

He analyzed that the Crown Prince was incompetent in the court, the Prince of Yi was stubborn and self-willed, the Third Prince was tolerant but narrow-minded, and only the Prince of Yan was a talented person, and what was rare was that he cared about the people. However, because of his confusing identity, he was not favored by the Emperor of Wei.

He picked up his pen and wrote on the letter paper, asking Minggui, the secret guard in the capital, to keep a close eye on the princes and the crown prince in the capital, and report to him as soon as possible after finding out their secret actions.

His gloomy figure sank into the chair, the discomfort in his body reminded him that he needed to rest, but he had to speed up all his actions in Jinling City.

He drank the cold tea on the desk in silence, and his mind became much clearer. He concentrated on writing and buried his head in processing the three-foot-high documents on the desk.

He needs to complete the land survey work in the entire Jiangnan area as soon as possible, implement the new tax law, and collect all the tax revenues to the court. Only in this way can he return to the capital with his achievements, control the emperor, improve his status and voice in the court, and use this to compete with several princes in the court. Putting aside the ulterior motives of Prince Wei Shao of Yan towards Song Qingcheng, he is the only one among these princes who can be of great use.

*

In the following days, Pei Huaizhi became increasingly busy. Song Qingcheng would be returning to Beijing in a month, but Hua Xiangrong in Jinling had just gotten back on track. Before she returned to Beijing, she naturally had to explain everything to Hua Xiangrong.

It's like this again, the relationship between the two seems to be tied by a thread, constantly getting closer, moving away, and then returning to the starting point.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to let Xia He stay in Jinling. Xia He was kind and gentle by nature. She thought that Xia He would not agree to Hua Xiangrong's request, but she did not expect Xia He to agree readily.

"Don't worry, young lady. As long as you trust me, I will definitely take good care of Hua Xiangrong for you!"

Xia He grew up with her and they were as close as sisters.

"Okay, I believe in you. You will definitely do well. Just go ahead and do it. It has been said since ancient times that women are inferior to men. I don't think so. Even if they can't enter the court, women can definitely find a career and a world of their own in this vast world!"

Hearing Song Qingcheng say this, Xia He's eyes lit up, "Girl, you are telling the truth!"

Song Qingcheng nodded firmly, "When have I ever lied to you?"

In the following time, Xia He followed Song Qingcheng to learn how to keep an account book. What Song Qingcheng didn't expect was that Xia He was actually a genius in mental arithmetic. She could calculate the accounts clearly and understandably just by looking at the account book. This made Song Qingcheng feel like she had found a treasure, and she was very pleased and happy.

Song Qingcheng understood a truth: no matter how ordinary a person is, there is always something shining in him or her. As long as one is willing to discover it, she also discovered that although Xia He was gentle, she was not weak. She was able to manage the shop with ease, which made Song Qingcheng completely relieved.

The 20th day of the seventh lunar month.

Song Qingcheng was busy at Hua Xiangrong as usual, but she heard quarrels coming from downstairs.

Xia He stood up and said, "Girl, I'll go take a look!"

Song Qingcheng frowned and stood up, "Let's go together!"

"What kind of crappy shop is this? They sell Yunxiang Clothes and Huaxiangrong, but only one of each style is available. It's all a scam. I think it's just a conscienceless black shop." A noble lady wearing Huaxiangrong's dress and her maid were standing at the door of the shop, and these words came from the maid's mouth.