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

She stepped back suddenly and slammed the window shut.

Hearing this, my cousin was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingcheng didn't say anything. She covered her pounding heart and shook her head. After a moment, she stealthily opened the window a crack and looked out.

She thought Pei Huaizhi should have walked away, but when she secretly opened the window and looked out, the top scholar was still sitting on the horse, looking up with a pair of phoenix eyes.

Song Qingcheng felt her heartbeat quicken, beyond her body's endurance. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, and suddenly woke up when she looked at Pei Huaizhi.

What was considered a "sweet dream" suddenly turned into a shocking dream.

Song Qingcheng suddenly sat up, lifted the bed curtain and looked outside. It was late at night and she thought she had slept for a long time.

Without disturbing Nanny and Dongmei, she lowered the bed curtain and lay down again. However, she was not sleepy at all. Song Qingcheng raised her hand and touched her forehead.

She didn't know if she was frightened by Pei Huaizhi in her dream or because she drank medicine before going to bed, but a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

She turned over again and took a deep breath. Her heart, which had been pounding just now, finally returned to normal. She dreamed of many things from her past and present lives.

At that time, she was probably blinded by fantasy, and in that dream, she actually felt that Pei Huaizhi had seen her.

Come to think of it, there was probably more bad karma between her and Pei Huaizhi.

Since her rebirth, she didn't want to live in the misery of the past. People always have to look forward, so the most important thing now is to reverse the regrets of the previous life.

But she felt that there was an invisible hand pushing her forward.

Song Qingcheng stared at the ceiling of the bed in a daze. Although she tried her best to put aside the scene of the boy and girl's first meeting, that glance in her dream always popped up in her mind.

Frightened.

It also seemed like an inexplicable omen.

Song Qingcheng didn't fall asleep until dawn. After tossing and turning, she felt like her bones were about to fall apart.

I simply got up and washed up.

She decided to wait until daybreak and then go to Wanzhao Temple again. Maybe she could see the mysterious little monk she saw in the temple before leaving Beijing.

The little monk seemed to know something, which made her feel uneasy.

When the sky turned pale, the maidservants began to get busy. When they entered the house, they found Song Qingcheng already dressed neatly, sitting on the bed and looking at the accounts.

The maidservant kept apologizing and didn't even notice that her mistress had already gotten up.

Now that the third room has been separated, Song Qingcheng has become the mistress of the Minister's Mansion.

Seeing a group of young maids kneeling on the ground trembling with fear, these maids were all from Chunhetang. They had not been with Song Qingcheng for a few days and were not very clear about her temper.

It's inevitable to be afraid, but why am I so scared? Is she that scary?

"Everyone, get up. I got up early today. What does it have to do with you?"

Song Qingcheng said.

The nanny who was in charge of the entire Chunhe Hall said upon seeing this, "The mistress has a good temper, so just be more careful in the future. Everyone, go down!"

"Yes!"

After leaving the house, the maid breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the other maids beside her, all of them said thankfully, "Thank goodness Third Young Madam has a good temper."

"Now she is not the Third Young Lady, she should be called the Mistress."

Another maid said.

"Yes, yes, if this were to fall into the hands of the master over there, we would be crippled if not dead."

The maid who spoke said this with lingering fear.

Several people talked side by side and gradually walked away.

*

After breakfast, Song Qingcheng arranged for someone to prepare the carriage for a trip to Wanzhao Temple.

Originally, the nanny didn't allow her to go, but seeing that Song Qingcheng insisted on going, she didn't stop her. She just took a thick hood and covered her tightly, for fear that she would catch a cold again.

When everything was ready, an uninvited guest arrived.

It is Pei Huaizhi’s second brother Pei Huaiming.

In recent days, in order to raise Pei Huaiming's 30,000 taels of silver as soon as possible, the Duke's Mansion secretly sold a lot of shops and land at a low price. It was not easy to find suitable sellers in a short time. It happened that Song Qingcheng secretly asked someone to buy them in and lowered the price a lot.

All in all, it is a business that is sure to make a profit.

Could it be that he discovered her? Then Song Qingcheng overturned her idea. In fact, the person she arranged for the contact was not someone she often interacted with. She borrowed manpower from the escort agency.

Currently, apart from the few loyal friends around him, no one else knows about the secret connections of his escort agency.

However, Pei Huaiming's coming here must be for no good reason.

"No! Send him away."

She didn't have the time to deal with him.

The maid said yes and left.

After a while, there was a noise in the yard. Pei Huaiming broke in.

After all, the guards and servants knew that he was the second master, the second elder brother of the master, so they did not dare to stop him too much. They saw Pei Huaiming, limping on one leg, waving the crutch in his hand wildly, and anyone who approached him was severely injured by his crutch and fell to the ground.

In an instant, many people were injured in the yard, but Pei Huaiming remained indifferent and kept pressing forward to the front of Chunhetang's house.

Only when he saw the very burly Wu Songsong standing in front of the hall with his hands clasped on his chest did he stop.

"You! Get out of here!"

Pei Huaiming had seen Wu Songsong's skills and knew that he was very skilled in kung fu. Moreover, he was Pei Huaizhi's man, so he was very afraid of him.

At this time, Song Qingcheng walked out of the house.

I saw people lying down and injured in the yard.

It was as if he didn't see Pei Huaiming and sent someone down to treat the wound first.

After he had dealt with the servants' affairs, he looked at Pei Huaiming as if giving alms.

This action undoubtedly angered Pei Huaiming even more.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he said viciously, "You actually ignored me!"

Song Qingcheng walked from behind Wu Songsong to the front.

Wu Songsong whispered, "Madam, be careful!"

"Nothing, I don't think he has the guts to do that!"

Hearing this, Wu Songsong retreated to the side, but he did not relax his vigilance. He kept a pair of eagle eyes watching Pei Huaiming's actions at all times to prevent him from attacking at any time.

Song Qingcheng asked, "I wonder why Second Uncle came here today?" She had no intention of inviting him into the house.

Pei Huaiming gritted his teeth and said, "Is this how the third brother's wife entertains guests? Not inviting people to have a cup of tea?"

"I'm sorry, uncle. Let's just talk in the yard. My husband is not in the capital. If someone with ulterior motives comes to blame, it will be very troublesome to explain. I think uncle is a gentleman and doesn't want to hear gossip."

"you!"

Pei Huaiming was so angry that he wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces.