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

Song Qingcheng pinched the hazelnut in front of her, resting her pretty face, which was the size of a palm, on the crook of one arm, thinking carefully about what her father said. Was Pei Huaizhi good to her?

All the memories since her rebirth came flooding back to her mind in an instant. She couldn't taste the hazelnuts in her mouth. She thought Pei Huaizhi was good to her!

Seeing his daughter's hesitation in answering, General Song showed some worry on his face. He spoke carefully, "I think Huaizhi is a good child. Between a young couple, even if one likes the other more, if the other has taken ninety-nine steps, the other should also try to take a small step!"

"Woo!"

Song Qingcheng agreed.

General Song patted his head. After all, she was the little girl who was held in his hands and grew up sitting on his shoulders. After his daughter returned to the capital, his son-in-law also rushed back to the capital from thousands of miles away. Originally, His Majesty was compassionate and allowed the son-in-law to rest in the capital for three days, which was obviously a time for the young couple to express their love and longing for each other. But now the son-in-law returned to Jinling ahead of time, which made him a little worried.

Although he still didn't understand why his daughter's attitude towards her son-in-law had suddenly changed, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

"Manman, Daddy hopes that you will always be healthy and happy. As long as Daddy, Mommy and your brother are here, the General's Mansion will always be your home. Do you understand?"

After he finished speaking, General Song rubbed her head lovingly again, just like when she was a child, when Song Qingcheng was tired of playing, she would always lie on his knees and act coquettishly and ask him to tell her stories.

Song Qingcheng was a little moved and her eyes were sore. Her father must have seen the gap between her and Pei Huaizhi, otherwise he would not have told her like this.

"Dad, you think too much. I'm fine. Minister Pei and I are fine."

She concealed the complicated emotions in her heart, raised her bright little face and looked at General Song.

Seeing Zhuang, General Song felt mixed emotions, as if his throat was stuffed with a ball of cotton. Since when did the apple of his eye learn to only report good news and not bad news?

"Hey!"

General Song sighed softly.

"Now... I can only hope Huaizhi can protect you!"

"Daddy, what's going on now?"

Song Qingcheng knew that the general's mansion in her previous life had not been successful in retiring. It turned out that her father had made preparations early on!

In order to protect her, General Song never allowed her to discuss state affairs. Firstly, he did not want to worry his wife and daughter and add to their troubles. Secondly, the less she knew, the better. So he stopped talking halfway through.

"Nothing, just keep the topaz that Daddy asked you to keep!"

Song Qingchen nodded and took out a very inconspicuous topaz pendant from his neck.

"Well, just put it away, and go ahead!"

Song Qingcheng left the study and called Wu Songsong to her side.

Since Wu Songsong is Pei Huaizhi's man, he naturally keeps in touch with Pei Huaizhi. Last night, the two of them parted unhappily. Could it be that Pei Huaizhi really went back to Jinling?

Sure enough, I got a definite answer from Wu Songsong.

Song Qing suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Since I came back to Beijing, I haven't found time to visit Hua Xiangrong in Beijing. Today is a good day, so it's a good time to go out.

So she called Dongmei. She looked around and didn't see Qiuyue following her around like a little tail. So she asked in confusion, "Where is that girl Qiuyue?"

Dongmei smiled and said, "Miss, didn't you say you wanted to eat the canned hawthorns with rock sugar? Qiuyue went to the farm early in the morning to pick them. She said the hawthorns there were growing very well, big and red. They must be delicious if they were canned in sugar water!"

Song Qingcheng nodded in understanding, quickened her pace, and walked out of the mansion. The carriage at the door was already ready.

A servant had already opened the curtain, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and asked, "You are all here, so who will go with her? Qiuyue is the most timid among the four maids."

Chunyu was louder than the others and said, "It's the adult..."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. A small horse-drawn carriage was used by the servants of the Song Mansion to go out for shopping.

Everyone in this world knows that the Patriarch and his wife of the Song family never treat the servants in their house harshly.

"Girl~!"

Qiuyue took a few quick steps, and the long-time attendant who was supposed to follow his master south to Nanjing now followed closely behind him.

When he saw Song Qingcheng, he bowed and respectfully called her, "Madam!"

Song Qingcheng immediately understood that the cabbages in her garden were being eaten by the pigs.

As the old saying goes, a rabbit doesn't eat grass near its burrow. The attendants and servants around Pei Huaizhi all set their eyes on the people around her. One foot there was Wu Songsong who glared at his maid Xia He, and the next foot there came another one who was trying to show his courtesy.

She didn't even know that the tender cabbages around her were stolen by someone else.

"Your master has returned to Nanjing? His personal guards are staying in the capital. You don't care about your master, but you care about other things."

Song Qingcheng said with a smile.

Shuqi touched his nose, feeling a little guilty, and said, "It is my fault. I will go south to Nanjing now." After saying that, he handed the hawthorn fruit in his hand to the servant next to him.

Finally, in front of everyone, he gave Qiuyue a silver hairpin. The hairpin did not look very expensive, but it was unique.

"wait for me !"

Shuqi wanted to hold Qiuyue's hand, but Qiuyue stood aside as shy as a quail, her face red as clouds. Song Qingcheng laughed angrily, separated the two, and said unhappily, "The ones around me are nominally master and servant, but actually sisters. If you are really sincere, then find a matchmaker, write three letters and six engagements, and come to meet your wife in a formal manner. You can't decide your lifelong relationship with a hairpin in public, so what are you doing!"

After saying that, he glanced at Shuqi and Wu Songsong.

Song Qingcheng's words meant that she would not prevent the two from being together, but even if she was just a maid, she had to follow the rules and could not just follow someone else blindly.

"Thank you, ma'am!"

Shuqi bowed again.

Song Qingcheng then got into the car and headed for Hua Xiangrong, who was on Zhuque Street.

Zhuque Street is one of the four prosperous streets in Shangjing.

Soon, the carriage arrived at Zhuque Street. South of Zhuque Bridge, most of the shops sold women's things, such as rouge and powder shops, hairpins, jewelry, clothes and fabrics, as well as some other things that women like.

To the north of Zhuque Bridge are teahouses, taverns, antiques, curios, writing brushes, inkstones, and the like.

It is unknown how many years the crabapple tree next to Zhuque has been growing. Since Song Qingcheng could remember, it has been there from spring to autumn.

The crabapple blossoms are adorned with layers of pearls, and they occupy the spring breeze year after year. The geese in the clouds leave mercilessly, but the swallows on the beams return with intention.