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

Pei Huaiming is not a fool, how could he not understand the meaning behind Song Qingcheng's words?

After all, he didn't come here to argue with her.

"I won't beat around the bush. My leg is broken anyway, and you and my third brother must take responsibility. Either you write a letter to my third brother and arrange a high-ranking position for me in the court, or you compensate me with a sum of money!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng laughed out of anger. She had never seen such a shameless person. In her previous life, Pei Huaiming had not broken his leg. Although he was a playboy, he had never lost the dignity of a young master from a noble family like he did today.

"Uncle, you must have forgotten that your leg was broken by your uncle. What does it have to do with us?"

Pei Huaiming stiffened his neck and said, "Even if you didn't do it, it was you who came up with the idea?"

Song Qingcheng couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Second uncle, it was you who didn't want to fight against the Tatar warriors, and begged me to let my husband fight on your behalf. The Tatars were so cruel and ruthless. If my husband hadn't learned a few tricks outside, he wouldn't be alive. Letting you get hurt is just to save your life, and it's not a crime of deceiving the emperor."

"Second uncle has also been an official in the court for many years. Doesn't he know that the crime of deceiving the emperor is punishable by death? Moreover, my husband did not say that he would smash your leg bones into pieces. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Not only does Second uncle not thank us, but he is now trying to turn the tables on us. What's the logic behind this? Are we going to bring this to His Majesty and ask him to judge for us?"

"However, Second Uncle, you have to think carefully. If you really want to bring this to His Majesty, we can only say that you deceived us. We didn't know that you were injured in order to avoid the imperial decree and let your uncle beat you. His Majesty is wise. Let's see whether he believes Minister Pei, who has worked hard to fill the treasury for him, or you, the useless Second Master Pei?"

Song Qingcheng said coldly.

Dongmei was afraid that she would be tired, so she asked someone to bring an armchair out of the house early in the morning.

Song Qingcheng sat steadily and dealt with Pei Huaiming with ease. There was no need to think about this matter, she just had to tell the facts.

The truth is often the most heartbreaking.

Pei Huaiming was choked and couldn't say a word for a moment. Song Qingcheng's words did not give him any face at all.

Naturally, he did not dare to let His Majesty know. If His Majesty knew the reason, not only would his leg be wasted, but he would also be charged with deceiving the emperor.

If the hard way doesn't work, then we can only use the soft way.

"Third sister-in-law, we are still a family after all, aren't we? Even if we have separated, we are still connected even if our bones are broken."

"Second uncle, stop it!"

Song Qingcheng stopped Pei Huaiming from speaking and said, "If Second Uncle had cared about this little bit of family affection, he wouldn't have injured so many people in my yard today, right?"

I don’t know what’s going on in Pei Huaiming’s mind. He thought she would be soft-hearted.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng was unmoved by his persuasion, Pei Huaiming became furious again and wanted to go crazy.

"You woman, I'm giving you some face for my third brother's sake, but you really think you're nothing!"

Yes! This person must be mentally ill.

Dongmei couldn't bear to watch it anymore and said dissatisfiedly, "Second Master, please be careful with your words!"

"The masters are talking, how can a lowly servant like you interrupt!", and then he threw the crutch in his hand hard.

Wu Songsong was always concerned about Song Qingcheng's safety, but he didn't pay attention to the fact that the second son of a noble family suddenly attacked Dongmei.

When he tried to stop it, the crutch had already hit Dongmei's head hard.

Dongmei screamed and saw blood flowing from her forehead.

Everyone was shocked.

Dongmei is Song Qingcheng's personal maid brought from her mother's home. Hitting Dongmei is equivalent to slapping Song Qingcheng in the face. Moreover, Dongmei and the others grew up with Song Qingcheng since childhood, so their relationship is naturally not like that of an ordinary master and servant, but like that of sisters.

Song Qingcheng's expression changed instantly, and she quickly stood up and walked to Dongmei's side.

Dongmei comforted, "Girl, don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Well, don't talk yet. Mammy, help Dongmei inside first and have someone call the doctor!"

Song Qingcheng arranged.

Everyone hurriedly helped the person into the house.

The nanny was a little worried about Song Qingcheng, wondering what kind of crazy thing the Second Master Pei Huaiming would do next.

Song Qingcheng said nothing happened and asked her to go take care of Dongmei first.

After everyone was arranged, Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaiming, who looked like he had rabies and had lost his mind.

There was coldness in his eyes.

"Second Master is so majestic!"

"He's just a lowly servant, why make such a fuss!"

Pei Huaiming didn't take the matter to heart at all. He thought he was just a servant, so he could just beat him. Even if he killed him, so what?

What a fuss!

Song Qingcheng thought of the bruised and battered Shen Tanxiang, snorted coldly and said, "If a real man has the ability to be the bravest among the three armies, he should go to the front to kill the enemy, or work for the benefit of the people of Wei in the court, and he should not show off his power on women and children. Today, Second Uncle really opened our eyes. He really made me realize that the more incompetent, immoral and untalented people are, the more they can't earn the slightest face in front of others, and the more they will show off their power on the women in the inner courtyard, just like the parasitic crabs, who only know how to bully in their nests!"

Before, Song Qingcheng still gave Pei Huaiming some face for Pei Huaizhi's sake. After all, he was Pei Huaizhi's second brother. Obviously, Pei Huaiming was like a fool who didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Why should she save face for him?

Pei Huaiming was furious when he heard this. He clenched his fists and shouted, "Say it again!"

Song Qingcheng turned around and went into the house to check on Dongmei's injuries, but Pei Huaiming thought she was just being cowardly, so he limped and swaggered to Song Qingcheng's Chunhe Hall, yelling at her to apologize.

Song Qingcheng stopped, turned around, and said word by word, "Since Second Uncle wants to hear it, I will say it again as you requested. You! Are just a hermit crab, you have no ability outside, you can only bully in your nest!"

"You bitch!"

Pei Huaiming's face turned red and white while he cursed and yelled.

Song Qingcheng turned around, went down the stairs again, drew out Wu Songsong's sword, and rushed straight to Pei Huaiming's face, with a murderous aura that could not be ignored.

Song Qingcheng was not a delicate lady who was raised in the boudoir and only knew how to embroider. She was the legitimate daughter of a great general who guarded the country. When she was young, she had followed her father and brothers to the battlefield and had seen a real war.

What Song's father taught her since she was a child was that if others do not offend me, I will not offend others; if others offend me, I will be polite and tolerant; if others offend me again, I will cut off the roots.

Although she couldn't completely eliminate the noisy crows in front of her now, it was not impossible to teach them a lesson.

She pressed on.