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

Just waiting for Pei Huaizhi to return to the capital, she would send her beautiful concubine to Pei Huaizhi's bedside as soon as possible.

The main problem now is that a high wall has been built between the Duke's Mansion and Song Qingcheng's Chunhe Hall. If Xie wants to enter Song Qingcheng's courtyard, she has to go around the gate of the mansion.

It is not easy to send people in. After all, everyone in Chunhetang now listens to Song Qingcheng.

So Xie asked someone to wait at the door, and as soon as Pei Huaizhi returned to Shangjing, she would invite him back to the Duke's Mansion as soon as possible.

In short, never miss such a good opportunity.

At the same time, Song Qingcheng had already made preparations. She had arranged for someone to prepare a carriage and was ready to return to the General's Mansion. At this time, a maid ran in.

Because Song Qingcheng was on guard against the Duke's Mansion, she also arranged a few spies inside in case of emergency.

The servant rushed in in a hurry.

Song Qingcheng thought something had happened and asked, "What's wrong?"

The servant girl put her hand on her belly and took a breath before replying, "Madam, the mistress heard that Master is going back to the capital, and also heard that you and Master are not on good terms. She is now selecting a concubine for Master in the courtyard. She has someone waiting at the gate of the Duke's Mansion for Master to return, and wants to call Master over as soon as possible."

When everyone in Chunhetang heard this, they became extremely anxious.

The nanny next to Song Qingcheng suddenly frowned and said, "Miss, this won't do. If the Madam succeeds in doing this, you will have a hard time being the mistress."

The nanny looked at Song Qingcheng and said firmly, "Miss, we have to think of a way now. This concubine must not enter our courtyard now."

Song Qingcheng did not complain about the maids' indignation. She lowered her brows and was thinking about other things.

She and Pei Huaizhi have been close for a year and are not yet distant.

Pei Huaizhi is a man, a hot-blooded man at that, so he should have needs in that regard. Although Xie's motives were not pure, they reminded her.

She can't just stand in the position of a mistress and do nothing, how immoral it sounds.

It would be better if she personally took in a few concubines for Pei Huaizhi.

This would not only eliminate the possibility of Xie wanting to reach out to her, but also demonstrate her virtue as the mistress of the house. In short, the concubine she personally selected would always be of good nature.

But this matter cannot be rushed, and the selection of candidates still needs long-term consideration.

Song Qingcheng told the nanny about her plan.

Hearing this, the nanny had an expression of disbelief on her face, "Miss, this matter has not come to this point yet, why would you resort to such a desperate measure?"

Obviously, the nanny did not agree with Song Qingcheng's proposal.

Song Qingcheng felt that this was not only not a bad idea, but also the best idea. This way, she would not feel sorry for Pei Huaizhi, and she had also fulfilled her responsibilities as a wife.

"Mammy, we should always feel more at ease with our own people. At least they are easy to control and manage, and they will still remember our kindness, right?"

Song Qingcheng said.

This is the truth, but the nanny who has watched Song Qingcheng grow up since she was a child feels that something seems wrong.

In order to gain a reputation as a virtuous woman, it is not uncommon for the mistress of the backyard to take concubines for her husband. However, behind closed doors, which woman would be willing to share a husband with another woman? It is just that the women in the backyard find it difficult and have to swallow their anger.

She thought Song Qingcheng was the same, but looking at her normal expression, it didn't seem like she was forcing a smile.

Song Qingcheng first sent someone to the General's Mansion to deliver a message, saying that she was currently held up by trivial matters in the mansion and would return to the General's Mansion later.

Song Qingcheng called all the maids and servants of Chunhe Hall to the yard, and asked the painter who had been called earlier to come over.

Ask who is willing to serve the master.

The maids knew exactly what this meant by "serving". Pei Huaizhi was a new noble in the court, with outstanding looks. He had everything, including identity, status, talent and a bright future. How many women would not be tempted by such an opportunity to rise to the top? Four or five maids knelt down one after another, hesitating and blushing.

He said in a voice as soft as a mosquito that he was willing to serve the master.

Song Qingcheng looked over and thought that the little girl was quite good-looking. After taking a closer look, she seemed to be a rather pitiful and beautiful girl from a small family.

I think those who stood out must think they are quite good-looking.

Since she had already fallen in love with them, there was no point in keeping them. Song Qingcheng did not plan to be picky anymore. She simply asked the painter to draw the appearances of several maids, handed the album to the servant, and waited for Pei Huaizhi to come back and let him choose directly.

As for Mrs. Xie, if I want to force her to drink my concubine's tea, I have to see if she is willing.

After dealing with all this, Song Qingcheng did not waste any more time and returned to the General's Mansion.

It was such a coincidence that just as Song Qingcheng left, Pei Huaizhi's fast horse returned to the capital.

When they reached the door, the servant of the Duke's Mansion saw Pei Huaizhi and ran over to hold the reins for him.

He said respectfully and attentively, "Third Master, are you back? Madam is waiting for you at the mansion."

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi frowned, wondering what his mother was trying to do next.

Pei Huaizhi seemed not to have listened to the servant's words and turned around to go back to his own mansion.

At this moment, Xie came out in person.

She started with the usual crying.

Pei Huaizhi returned to the capital on a fast horse, his body covered with frost.

Xie pulled Pei Huaizhi's hand, but Pei Huaizhi pulled it out without making a sound.

"Hello, mother. What do you want from me?"

Seeing that her son was obviously distant from her, Mrs. Xie wiped away tears from her eyes.

"You've grown up, your wings have hardened, and you don't take your mother seriously anymore. Is it not possible for your mother to talk to you?"

Mrs. Xie started crying at the door.

Pei Huaizhi had no choice but to soften his expression and let Xie drag him back to the Duke's Mansion.

Ninghe Hall.

Duke Pei Fan had already sat in the main seat. Xie came into the room and sat above him, her tears having stopped.

"My son, I see you have lost weight," Xie sighed to Pei Fan, who was sitting in the main seat. "It can be seen that Huaizhi really doesn't have a sweetheart around him. Song was brought up in a pampered way, and is not at all suitable for serving others. She has no idea about the three obediences and four virtues. I don't think she is fit to be the mistress of Chunhe Hall."

As she spoke, Xie was still somewhat angry.

The Duke couldn't persuade his wife, so he sighed and looked very embarrassed, as if he strongly disagreed with what Xie said next.

"If you want to do this, I won't stop you. After all, you are doing this for the good of our son. But there is one thing I have to say: Huaizhi has to agree to it."

Mrs. Xie nodded repeatedly, then looked at her son lovingly.