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

After Pei Huaizhi finished his report, he followed General Song back to the Song Mansion. Just now in the court, the Emperor of Wei saw that Pei Huaizhi looked unwell and expressed his concern for his subject, so he allowed him to rest in the capital for three days before returning to Jinling.

Moreover, during these three days, except for special emergency summons to the palace, he was exempted from small court meetings.

What a great honor this is! The court officials all have their own thoughts, especially Prince Yi.

Moreover, Pei Huaizhi specially wrote a letter to ask Song Qingcheng to stay in Shangjing City. The Emperor of Wei did not make it too difficult and agreed readily.

In the past he would certainly thank the Lord for his grace and return to Jinling without stopping, but now he is not in a hurry, after all, there are more important things to do.

So on the way back from court, Pei Huaizhi specially consulted his father-in-law about Song Qingcheng's preferences.

General Song thought for a long while but could not give any effective suggestions. He knew his daughter very well and she seemed to be only half enthusiastic about anything. Finally, he said that Song Qingcheng liked all new and strange things, furry things, and thorny things.

When he said "with thorns", he looked at Pei Huaizhi meaningfully.

Pei Huaizhi kept these words in mind and found some for her when he had time, so he did not notice his father-in-law's expression.

The two of them had lunch in the official canteen in the palace, and returned to the mansion to ask about Song Qingcheng's whereabouts. They learned that Song's mother and Song Qingcheng were in the Glazed Hall, so they went to look for them.

Walking to the glazed hall, I saw the mother and daughter talking about something from afar. One had a smile in her eyes, and the other had a look of worry on her face.

It looked like Mrs. Song was comforting Song Qingcheng.

"lady"

"Manman!"

The two people in the Glazed Hall looked over when they heard the sound.

"You're back, but have you had your meal?" Mrs. Song asked. Song Qingcheng felt a little embarrassed when she saw Pei Huaizhi thinking about last night, so she just sat there and didn't say anything.

Although Mrs. Song has given birth to three children, she is still very simple-minded because General Song dotes on her.

So he ignored General Song and asked Pei Huaizhi with concern, "My son, how many days will you stay in Shangjing?"

"Mother. Minister Pei will return to Jinling early tomorrow morning. Don't delay his important affairs." She thought of what Pei Huaizhi said to her last night and replied.

From childhood to adulthood, Pei Huaizhi had never felt the care of his mother, and he was somewhat envious of Song Qingcheng.

However, since returning to Beijing yesterday, whether it was the four-season clothes and food prepared in advance by the general's mansion, or the sincere care now, everything made him feel valued.

Mrs. Song really treats him as her son, right?

Is this what it feels like to be cared for by your parents? He was actually a little afraid that this care would disappear.

Pei Huaizhi replied respectfully, "Your Majesty has allowed me to leave the capital in three days."

Mrs. Song glanced at Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng choked and muttered aggrievedly, "He said that himself!"

"Mother-in-law, please don't blame Manman. It was indeed me who told her that!"

Pei Huaizhi spoke to Song Qingcheng with a half-smile, as if to say, I'm here to help you out, which made Mrs. Song feel that Song Qingcheng was being petty.

Song Qingcheng, "...a cunning fox"

*

At noon, Mrs. Song had someone prepare a tonic soup and placed it in the middle of the dining table in the dining hall, which gave off a strange smell.

After everyone entered the dining room, they all frowned at the same time.

The second brother Song Shuyan: "Why is it so irritating? Is something broken?"

Mrs. Song knocked on Song Shuyan's head and said, "Don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

Song Shuyan covered his head and wailed, "Mom, if you keep hitting me, your son will probably become stupid."

"clown!"

Mrs. Song said angrily.

A loving mother and a filial son!

But not only Song Shuyan was curious, Song Qingcheng was also very curious. She quickly locked onto the bowl of soup that emitted the strange smell and reached out to lift the lid of the soup.

It happened so fast that Mrs. Song didn't have time to stop it.

An indescribable smell hit Song Qingcheng in the face and almost made her fall over. Although it was not that serious, the stuff in the soup bowl was really over the top.

"vomit!"

Song Qingcheng ran to the side with her handkerchief half covering her face and vomited continuously, totally disregarding her image as a lady from a noble family.

Pei Huaizhi walked up to her and patted her back gently.

Father Song asked Mrs. Song in confusion, "Madam, what are you preparing for?"

"It is the tonic soup prepared for Huaizhi!"

Hearing this, the hand that was patting Song Qingcheng on the back suddenly stopped. It was hard to imagine what he heard, and his expression changed drastically!

"They are all good things. Don't make a fuss. We Song family men have fought on the battlefield and have seen all kinds of scenes. When did you become so pretentious? Sit down!"

Mrs. Song ordered.

Unlike other marquisate families and official families, in the Song Mansion, Mrs. Song has absolute say.

Forget about the saying that the husband is the head of the wife. It does not exist in the Song family.

Therefore, the Song family, headed by the great general Song Huaiyi, sat neatly at the dining table in an instant and dared not say anything more.

Except for Song Qingcheng, she said tentatively, "Mom, a daughter who is married off is like spilled water, can I not do that? Besides, I'm not hungry at all."

"Thank you, mother-in-law, for your kindness. Huaizhi also thanks you!"

Pei Huaizhi's words followed closely.

She was disgusted but was too embarrassed to show it in front of him, but this guy would just climb down the pole.

Madam Song said to Song Qingcheng, "I don't care about your spilled water, but people in this world say that a son-in-law is half a son, Huaizhi is also half a member of the Song family, come, sit down."

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi with a gloating look, not minding the excitement, "Minister Pei, are you disgusted?"

Everyone in the dining hall looked at Pei Huaizhi.

If it were someone else, no one would be able to force Pei Huaizhi to do something he didn't want to do, but the Song family had no ill intentions and treated him like one of their own.

Pei Huaizhi had no choice but to accept his fate and sit at the dining table.

Mrs. Song was satisfied with him and served him a large bowl. She said lovingly, "You are weak, drink more."

Everyone in the Song family was stunned by these words. Weak body? How weak!

Song Qingcheng finally understood why her mother made such a big bowl of strange stuff. It turned out to be because of what happened in the morning.

She felt a little guilty, afraid that her mother might say something, so she quickly said, "Haha, I told mom that you have a cold!"

Mrs. Song was also worried about hurting her son-in-law's self-esteem, so she quickly followed up and said, "Yes, yes, this food tonic recipe is very effective in getting rid of the cold!

Pei Huaizhi glanced at Song Qingcheng with a half-smile and replied, "Really?"

How could Song Qingcheng dare to look him in the eye?

Pei Huaizhi took a look at the contents of the bowl. His original appearance could no longer be seen, but as he had studied medicine since he was young, he could tell what was inside at a glance.

They are all aphrodisiacs!

"Ah!"