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

After Pei Huaizhi finished writing the letter home, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he carefully placed the envelope next to him.

He is satisfied.

"Somebody come!"

Shuqi was sent away by him, and now a servant was serving outside the door.

Hearing this, he respectfully entered the house and obeyed the instructions.

He handed the letter to the servant, but before the servant could take it, he frowned again and asked confidently, "Do you have a wife or daughter at home?"

"what?!"

The servant was stunned for a moment. Why did this master care about his personal affairs? Although he didn't understand what Pei Huaizhi meant, he still answered honestly: "I already have a family."

"Um"

Pei Huaizhi hummed, "Then I will ask you, you must answer truthfully."

"Yes, I will tell you everything I know."

"I have only been back in Jinling for three or four days, and I have to be soft and coax her. Isn't that too spoiling for her?"

"quack!"

The servant was completely confused. Who was she? She? The Third Young Lady? He didn't know who the master was talking about. How could he answer so easily? He could only stand there at a loss, folding his hands.

Besides, it was his master's family affairs, so how could a servant like him have any say in them?

What if one says the wrong thing!

So he just stood there like an ostrich, not daring to say a word.

But some things cannot be avoided, because he heard his master's indifferent voice again in his ears.

"Just tell me, if you're wrong I won't blame you!"

The servant had not expected that the master would actually ask this question. He had no choice but to answer, so he said, "I don't understand the big principles, but I know that women should be pampered. After all, men have a broad world outside and can do a lot, while women often only have a small world in the backyard, which is very pitiful. Therefore, as a man, it is always right to give in to women."

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi fell into deep thought.

Song Qingcheng is not a weak woman, and he has never thought of confining her in the backyard. She has her own broad sky, and she is free in her broad world. He is not the only one in her world. Even if one has to rank them, he is probably not even in her circle.

What's wrong with some frustrations?

He would not stop her from becoming a better version of herself, but he also hoped that he had a place in Song Qingcheng's world, but now it seemed that he did not have such a place.

It’s a bit funny to say.

Pei Huaizhi thought about it, then slammed the letter on the table again, feeling a little aggrieved and a little annoyed.

Forget it. She is such a smart woman, how could she not see his thoughts? She might be a little arrogant because of his favor. If he coaxes her so quickly, she might be able to control his heart more easily, which is not a good thing.

Thinking of the last point, he snorted coldly.

Hearing this, the servant shuddered. When did this minister, who had always remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe, become the big boy who shows his joy so clearly?

In fact, because Pei Huaizhi has always been calm and self-reliant, in most cases, people would ignore his age.

He is only twenty years old.

A twenty-year-old minister!

In the history of the Wei Dynasty, every minister had to be in his forties. Stereotypes always make people ignore Pei Huaizhi's real age.

"Sir, if you don't send out the book, I will leave first. Please tell me if you have anything else to do."

The servant wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to close the door and leave, but his hand was about to touch the door.

Then I heard the command to slow down behind me.

The servant turned around respectfully again and lowered his head to listen to the instructions.

Pei Huaizhi finally gave the letter to the servant and instructed, "Be cold to the Third Young Madam for a day, and send the letter back to the capital tomorrow."

This was the first time he wrote a letter home. When Song Qingcheng received the letter, he thought that Song Qingcheng would probably laugh at him or not understand and think she had seen a ghost.

Thinking of this, he finally smiled helplessly.

The servant took the letter and went out, feeling relieved.

In fact, in such a wealthy family, it is very rare for an adult to be the only one who can be there.

Could it be that the Third Young Lady is deliberately keeping the Master hanging like this?

The confused servant shook his head and went out to send a letter home.

Don't delay the adults' first love and the opportunity to express their true feelings to each other.

*

Only one day had passed since Pei Huaizhi sent his letter home.

Same place, same time period.

The servant from before stopped the master and servant halfway.

The same words were said, saying that a letter had arrived from the capital.

Pei Huaizhi didn't even have to calculate whether his letter had arrived in the capital. Was it because she received his letter that she replied, but it was obvious that there was not enough time for the round trip?

It seems to be another letter from his long-time attendant.

Is he, the master, not even as good as a permanent attendant?

He sighed, and Shuqi laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared.

Pei Huaizhi walked right past the servant.

"Ah, wait a minute, sir!"

"Ok?"

"This time it's your letter, this time it's your new lesson, this time it's your letter", important things should be said three times, the servant said with a smile, thinking that the master should be happy now!

This was really beyond Pei Huaizhi's expectations. He took the letter woodenly and didn't know how to return to the study.

When they arrived at the study, Shuqi was originally half a step behind Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huai stepped into the study and slammed both doors shut.

Shuqi, who was following behind him, almost had his head pinched by the two powerful doors.

Thanks to his quick eyes and hands, he managed to avoid it.

Shuqi looked at the closed door and touched his nose.

After a while, Pei Huaizhi's voice was heard coming from the room.

"No need to wait on me, just go and get busy."

"Yes"

There was a smile in Shuqi's voice. As long as the adults could capture the Third Young Lady, the matter between him and Qiuyue could be put on the agenda.

After all, he is not young anymore and it is time for him to get married and have children.

And so Shuqi left singing a little tune.

Inside the room, Pei Huaizhi held the letter in his hand, still a little bit unbelieving.

Moreover, the dignified Minister Pei actually felt a little homesick.

The letter seemed to have magic, and he finally opened it.

The first thing that caught my eye was Song Qingcheng's beautiful calligraphy in small characters with flowers on the hairpin, followed by two lines of a letter from home!

The two lines of family letters mentioned here are really two lines of family letters.

"Ah!"

Pei Huaizhi was so angry that he laughed, compared to the letter he wrote to her.

Song Qingcheng's letter was really perfunctory.

The beginning of the letter Song Qingcheng gave him: A letter personally from Minister Pei.

His letter to Song Qingcheng began: Dear wife.

From these few words, he could guess how Song Qingcheng looked when she wrote the letter home; it must have been reluctant.

Pei Huaizhi read the entire content of the letter at a glance.

The family letter reads: ""