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

The mansion was divided, and Song's father still asked Song Qingcheng to write a letter to Pei Huaizhi. After all, the relationship between them would ultimately have the final say from the son.

Song Qingcheng agreed.

Soon the wall between the Duke's Mansion and the courtyard where Song Qingcheng and Pei Huaizhi lived was completed.

It was completely quiet now. With a simple population, there were naturally no more trivial household matters.

Xie was thinking that since Pei Huaizhi's family had separated from the Duke's Mansion, there was naturally no possibility for them to inherit the title. But she was Pei Huaizhi's mother after all. Even if the mansion was separated, if his mother asked him to do something in the future, his son would not be able to refuse.

Song Qingcheng returned to Chunhetang and picked up a pen to write a letter to Pei Huaizhi. She remembered that in her previous life, no matter where Pei Huaizhi went on business, Song Qingcheng would always go there every now and then. She sent letters, but rarely received replies, so she rarely wrote letters afterwards.

However, the matter of the branch office is not a trivial matter after all, so I still have to inform Pei Huaizhi.

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Jinling!

Pei Huaizhi had been handling official business and rarely thought of Song Qingcheng when he was busy. Only when he took a break would his thoughts flood into his mind like a tide.

Pei Huaizhi returned home late again. When he returned to Lianyi Garden, the pale moonlight stretched the shadow of the young minister very long, making him look even more lonely.

Before, Pei Huaizhi liked quietness a lot. Now, the Ripple Garden is completely quiet, but it makes people feel like there is a ball of cotton in their hearts.

The master and servant walked one after the other. Before they reached the living room, a servant from the garden came forward and greeted Pei Huaizhi.

"What's the matter?"

When Pei Huaizhi said this, there was a hint of anticipation in his tone.

The servant had no idea what his master was thinking, so he just said respectfully, "My lord, there is a letter from the capital."

"Oh"

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyebrows.

Shuqi behind him was also happy for his master, "I think it's Third Young Madam who is worried about you. She sent a letter just a few days ago. If you really count it, doesn't it mean that you wrote the letter the day you left Beijing? I think it must be Third Young Madam who missed you."

For the last sentence, Shuqi deliberately lowered his voice so that Pei Huaizhi could hear it.

These words were quite blunt, but Pei Huaizhi found them very useful.

The servant listened to the conversation between the two and was extremely confused.

"Where is the lady's letter?"

Pei Huaizhi saw that the servant who delivered the message was slow to produce the letter, and could not help but urge him.

Now the servant was even more confused, as if the master had misunderstood. "Sir, this is not a letter from the lady, and it is not for you," the servant said as he took the letter out of his sleeve.

"Oh, this is a letter to Master Shuqi, from Miss Qiuyue in Shangjing Mansion!"

"Ah? It's mine."

Hearing this, Shuqi happily took the letter, and tried to suppress the corners of his mouth again and again, but failed to completely suppress it.

Pei Huaizhi's breathing stagnated. He threw away his wide sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward with big strides, exuding an aura that said "keep away from strangers".

The servant who delivered the letter scratched his head and looked at his master's back, "My lord, what's wrong? You look angry, right, Master Shuqi?"

Having said this, the servant withdrew his gaze from his master, turned to look at Shuqi and asked.

But I found that Shuqi was staring at the envelope and grinning foolishly.

"Master Shuqi!"

The servant raised his voice and called out, and Shuqi came to his senses. Seeing that Pei Huaizhi had already walked far away, he exclaimed, put the letter in his arms, and trotted after him.

'"grown ups!"

Pei Huaizhi glanced coldly at the attendant who followed him, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, did he do something wrong in his previous life, or did he owe Song Qingcheng something, so he was tortured in this life.

Shuqi knew that Pei Huaizhi was depressed, so he brought out his little emotional experience and said to his master. "Master, you can't give up. There is an old saying that hard work pays off. Also, this excerpt from the south of the city also said..."

"Why don't you say anything? What did the excerpt say?"

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyelids, and the dark phoenix eyes seemed calm, but there was a kind of icy clarity that fell on his face in an instant.

A real glare.

Shuqi felt a chill on his back and said, "A strong woman is afraid of a clinging man."

Pei Jiuhuai said directly, "You seem to be free. I think you are not busy anymore."

"Sir, why don't you try it?"

Anyway, he had already said it, so he continued, "Since Third Young Madam didn't write to you, why don't you write to her? It's like sending letters by wild geese, which is a special kind of fun."

Pei Huaizhi said without turning his head, "In the future, don't go to the south of the city to listen to this nonsense."

Shuqi muttered, "My Lord, please don't disbelieve it. The young masters in this excerpt all got beautiful women. And the key point is that I have inquired and found that this excerpt is adapted from facts."

Pei Huaizhi was unmoved and thought Shu was too chattering, so he waved his hand and sent him away.

Shuqi touched his nose and walked away, looking back every few steps, wondering why this adult didn't believe what he said.

Pei Huaizhi entered the room and sat behind the long desk. His usually clear mind was now filled with his long-time follower's ridiculous remarks.

He couldn't help but wonder, is it because he was too redundant and boring, and different from what Song Qingcheng thought in her heart, so Song Qingcheng's attitude before and after marriage was so different.

"A virtuous woman is afraid of a clinging man"

His lips, which were of moderate thickness, rolled these words back and forth several times, and finally he felt that perhaps there was some truth in them.

So he packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, ready to write the letter.

He raised his hand and wrote, "Manman, is everything okay in Shangjing?"

I stopped writing without writing the next part. Perhaps I felt it was a bit corny, so I picked up a piece of paper and wrote a new beginning.

"My wife, I am doing well in Jinling!"

Just after writing these few words, he stopped writing again. Judging from Song Qingcheng's current attitude towards her, it seemed that she didn't care much about whether he was doing well in Jinling.

Pei Huaizhi had never felt that writing a letter home was so difficult. It was actually hundreds or even thousands of times more difficult than writing a memorial to the emperor.

He had no choice but to change another piece of paper, but he still couldn't put pen to paper.

It started to drizzle outside again. The south of the Yangtze River is always covered with mist and rain in autumn. Fortunately, Song Qingcheng returned to Shangjing. Although there is more rain in Shangjing in autumn, it is still better than the south of the Yangtze River.

He listened to the sound of dripping rain, sighed, and finally compromised, writing, "My wife, I shouldn't have quarreled with you that day, and I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye. Your husband is not in Shangjing. Shangjing seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact, it is turbulent. You are simple and straightforward. You should be cautious in everything you do and don't be too bold. Your husband..."

He still didn't have the courage to write down the last few words, so he folded the letter without an ending and put it in an envelope.