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

They were wheeled out of the Chuihua Gate one by one, and their skills were so amazing that they even stacked people up like a pyramid.

These guards look fierce, but they are no match for the real martial artists.

Song Qingcheng walked into the house without even looking at it.

It is not uncommon to see people having such an attitude when asking for something in the Duke's Mansion, but she is not going to fall for it now. After all, she is not the one who is anxious, right?

Song Qingcheng was drinking tea calmly in Chunhe Hall. If what she thought was correct, her parents-in-law, sister-in-law, eldest uncle, second uncle, eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law would be here soon.

Just as she expected, within a quarter of an hour, there was a commotion outside.

There was only a "bang!"

The door was pushed open heavily from the outside, and the one who came in front was Xie, but she was wrong about one thing, as her father-in-law Pei Guogong did not come.

How much face do you want?

Song Qingcheng smiled gently and said, "Greetings to mother-in-law."

This made Xie feel a little blocked. She thought that one should not hit a smiling person. If she questioned her, it would seem that she was unreasonable.

Forget it, she thought to herself that important things are important, and other things can be dealt with later. However, she will definitely find some Taoist nuns to take good care of her extremely stubborn daughter-in-law.

Xie sat in the main seat with an arrogant look on her face.

The group found a seat and sat down very familiarly.

Song Qingcheng looked around and saw that everyone was having their own ulterior motives.

From the moment Pei Huairu entered the room, she stared at Song Qingcheng's dress. The hibiscus flower on the dress looked unusually familiar to her, because in the capital city, there were not many hibiscus flowers as a unique symbol, and there was only one shop with such exquisite embroidery, and that was Hua Xiangrong, a rising star in the capital that had won over all the ladies in the city.

Such unique materials and workmanship must have been custom-made. How could Song Qingcheng have them?

She had been to Hua Xiangrong many times and was the one who paid the most attention to when Hua Xiangrong launched new styles of clothes. However, she had never seen the one on Song Qingcheng before, and she didn't even know what kind of gauze it was. This kind of gauze was not available on the market in the capital.

Song Qingcheng was wearing the dark-patterned light pink-based mermaid gauze that had not yet been released to the market. The fabric of the dress looked extremely delicate and light, with a faint pearlescent sheen. It was low-key yet extremely noble. The unique double-sided show, coupled with the irregular tie-dyed patterns, gave it a lively beauty like still water flowing.

Pei Huairu stared at her closely, "Third sister-in-law, you are really rich. Your beautiful face must be worth at least a hundred taels!"

After saying this, everyone looked at Song Qingcheng. It was indeed different from others. It was a material that they had never seen before.

Everyone knows Hua Xiangrong, and she makes a fortune every day.

Mainly because of the situation of the Duke's Mansion, they were not willing to buy it.

But seeing that a random piece of clothing could cost a hundred taels, it is obvious that Song Qingcheng can definitely come up with thirty thousand taels.

Song Qingcheng just smiled and said nothing, "Fourth sister, you can guess where it comes from just by taking a glance. I think he must be a frequent customer of Hua Xiangrong. But fourth sister is wrong. I got this dress at a bargain. Someone ordered a size that didn't fit and wanted to return it. Second-hand clothes are not worth much."

Shen Tanxiang, who was in deep trouble, caught a glimpse of Song Qingcheng's low-key and luxurious shirt, and then looked at her own experience. They were all born from the same mother. But only the third uncle was a good person.

Her uncle is a fool, and her husband is also a loser, so why are all the good things given to Song Qingcheng!

A distinguished family background, a beautiful appearance, and a husband who is both civil and military.

And in her heart, she felt that the reason why she was living such a miserable life now was all because of the third room.

Not only was she jealous of Song Qingcheng, she also hated her to bits.

She was filled with sourness, and couldn't help but say sourly, "Uncle San is thousands of miles away from home, and the dangers are unknown. But my sister-in-law doesn't worry about her husband at all, and she even dresses up so gorgeously. Who is she dressing up for?"

These words are really vicious. They are all women who make a living in the backyard. Everyone knows how important this reputation is to women.

These words are implicitly saying that she is not faithful to her husband.

Sure enough, these words successfully ignited Xie's anger, and the flames that had just been extinguished rose again. Her face was long, "Huaizhi just left Beijing, so you can make him wear thick clothes. As a wife, you should not only think about dressing yourself up, and don't just think about living comfortably."

Song Qingcheng sneered in her heart, and now she acted like a loving mother. Pei Huaizhi had been in Jinling for half a year, and had never received a caring letter from home.

His family members are really terrible, and they only want to comfort themselves by making themselves suffer.

There's no need to be self-satisfied.

Song Qingcheng still maintained a smile on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "Of course it is not difficult for Third Master. Third Master will not have enough clothes to wear until next year, so don't worry, Mother-in-law."

Xie snorted coldly. Seeing Song Qingcheng's radiant appearance, she felt unhappy. She was angry that the Duke's Mansion was so uneasy now. Maybe it was because of Song Qingcheng's tough life.

"When your husband is not at home, you should abide by the rules of being a wife. Don't wear such flashy clothes and go out in public. People will think that we are all unstable people in the Duke's Mansion. Wear more plain clothes in the future."

Mother-in-law Xie said with a look of disdain.

Song Qingcheng: "......"

I really can't stand it any more, but it's not the time to have a falling out.

She thought it was a miracle that Pei Huaizhi didn't grow up in such a bad environment.