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

Song Qingcheng didn't want to stay with Duke Pei for a moment, and she didn't even look back even when Xie was crying, making a fuss, and even trying to hang herself.

After all, it wasn't her who lost everyone's dignity!

"You evil creature, you evil creature! My mansion is a wealthy family, how could I marry someone like you who has no respect for elders and no sense of hierarchy? When my son comes back, I will let him divorce you!"

Song Qingcheng got on the carriage and gradually drove away, but she could still vaguely hear Xie's angry curses.

The nanny comforted her, "Young lady, don't take it to heart. You will have to pay for your bad words sooner or later!"

"Yes, girl, please don't take it to heart. As the old saying goes, those who talk too much will go to the hell of tongue-pulling after they die." Dongmei and the others were worried that Song Qingchen would be sad, so they kept comforting her.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng smiled and said, "I'm not angry. It's not worth it to get angry over someone who is not worth it, and it's stupid!"

Everyone thought Song Qingcheng was forcing a smile, but seeing her expression, she didn't look unhappy, so they felt relieved.

The carriage soon arrived at the general's mansion.

When the doorman saw the visitor, he was so happy that his eyes became as big as bells and his mouth smiled like a big-mouthed monkey.

While sending someone back to the house to report to his wife, he hurried over to meet him.

"Big girl!"

Song Qingcheng was naturally happy too, and teased, "Uncle Song, you are so excited that I am a little scared!"

As he was speaking, a gentle, anxious and joyful female voice came from the mansion, "My son, is my son back?"

It turned out to be Song's voice.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng threw herself into Xie's arms like a tired bird returning to the forest. The pleasant scent of gardenia from Xie's body lingered on her nose, making her relax physically and mentally, and she felt an extremely warm and soothing feeling in her heart.

"Mom, I miss you so much, so much!"

When Song heard her daughter's hoarse voice, her heart ached and her eyes were sore. She burst into tears immediately. She gently pulled Song Qingcheng out of her arms and looked her up and down, "My child, have you lost weight?"

Song Qingcheng said coquettishly, "No way."

"Madam, Miss, please go into the mansion first," the people around him reminded.

Song said, "Yes, yes, let's go into the mansion first, my dear, you didn't even send me a message when you came back this time, so that I can prepare delicious food for you in advance."

Song Qingcheng took Song's arm and said, "Tomorrow is the 15th of August. My daughter wants to eat shrimp and meat buns, crispy pigeon, five-flavor apricot cheese goose, four-fresh soup, roasted lamb ribs..."

Xie couldn't help laughing, tapped her forehead with her index finger, and whispered, "Little greedy ghost, is there nothing to eat in Jinling?"

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the Central Flower Hall. The mother and daughter had endless things to talk about. Although Song Qingcheng's ancestral home was in Jiangnan, she was born and raised in the north, so her taste had naturally become that of the north. Jinling cuisine was mostly light and sweet, and although it was also delicious, after a long time, she naturally missed the spicy and fresh taste of the north.

"Dad and brother. Why haven't you come back yet?"

Song Qingcheng rested her head on Song's shoulder and muttered like a child who had not grown up.

"Your father and your brother went to the parade grounds. Someone has been sent to call them. I think they will be back soon." Song patted her arm, as if she suddenly remembered something and asked, "I heard that some time ago, the nobles were in turmoil and Huaizhi went to suppress it. Everything should be fine now, right?"

Song Qingcheng lost contact with Pei Huaizhi half a month ago because she went out to sea. To be honest, she didn't know how Pei Huaizhi was doing now.

Seeing her daughter like this, Song asked, "Are you and Huaizhi having a quarrel?"

Song Qingcheng raised her head and said, "No way, how could that be? I'm such a good boy!"

"Who is being nice?"

A hearty voice came from outside the flower pavilion.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng jumped up and ran over excitedly, "Daddy!" Seeing the two brothers behind General Song, she called out again, "Big brother, second brother!"

General Song gently tucked his daughter's hair behind her ears and pretended to be stern, "But is she really well behaved? Didn't she cause any trouble to Huaizhi?"

"Dad! Why are you still turning your elbows outward to outsiders?"

"You are just kidding. Husband and wife are one body, a harmonious relationship. How can there be any talk of outsiders?"

General Song said angrily.

"understood!"

Song Qingcheng pouted.

The two brothers of the Song family touched Song Qingcheng's head.

The family was having a great time together, and it was not until late at night that Song Qingcheng returned to her own yard.

At the same time, in the middle of the night, a black figure was running day and night, his cloak fluttering in the wind, startling bursts of insects.

After three days and three nights of non-stop travel, sleeping in the open air and eating and drinking, they finally arrived at the city gate at dawn on August 15th. Pei Huaizhi went straight back to the Duke's Mansion, but unexpectedly found nothing again.

Xie had not yet recovered from her shock and looked gloomy. When she heard the servant come to report that Pei Huaizhi had returned, she immediately went to Chunhe Hall to demand an explanation!

At that time, Pei Huaizhi had just asked about Song Qingcheng's whereabouts and went to look for her.

Just met my mother, Mrs. Xie.

Mrs. Xie only cared about herself and didn't notice the exhaustion of her son who had come back from a long journey. Before he even came close, she had already covered her mouth and started to cry, "Huaizhi, you are finally back. Your wife doesn't know the rules and only knows how to make me angry. For me, it's better to divorce the Song girl. You are now the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. I don't know how many good girls want to marry into our Pei Mansion. I will pick a good girl for you who will serve me! What do you think!"

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi frowned, and his heart grew colder and colder, still the same as when he was a child.

As a mother, she never showed any concern for her child who came back from a long journey!

He had known this, but he was still disappointed.

Seeing Pei Huaizhi didn't say anything, Xie stopped crying and accused him unhappily: "How come even you don't listen to your mother? Have you been bewitched by that little vixen?"

"I hope mother will be careful with her words!"

Pei Huaizhi stopped him, "Song Qingcheng is my first wife. To insult my wife is to insult me. Is this how mother insults her own child? If it were my eldest brother or second brother, would mother do the same?"

In the end, he had completely given up on Xie.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the complex emotions in his pupils had disappeared, and he strode away without looking back.

When Mrs. Xie saw that the man was about to leave, she shouted angrily: "I am your mother!"

Pei Huaizhi paused, and said without turning his head: "That's not the case!" As soon as he finished speaking, he left Chunhe Hall without stopping.

Hearing this, Xie was shocked and asked the dowry nanny beside her, "What did he know?"

The nanny quickly reminded Mrs. Xie: "Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."