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

The master is so boring, is he really not afraid that his wife will run away!

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Chunhetang.

Song Qingcheng wore a scarlet long jacket with a front opening at home today, and she lay on the bed, looking at the small private vault that Chunhua had sorted out. It was calculated that she had 10,000 taels of silver in her hands. It was a considerable amount, but it might not be enough when it came to the real thing.

Just when Song Qingcheng was thinking about some good business.

Xia He walked in and reported to Song Qingcheng, "The lady from the Li family is here."

At first, Song Qingcheng didn't realize who the lady from the Li family was. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that it was her cousin Wang Shuyi.

"Quickly, quickly, bring people in"

Song Qingcheng was very happy to hear this, because the two of them were not very old, and Wang Shuyi was both her cousin and her close friend.

In her previous life, the two had the best relationship before she got married. After she got married, her mother-in-law, Mrs. Xie, asked her to stay in the backyard to take care of her husband and children, and not to think about having fun with her handkerchief friends all day long. At that time, in order to make Mrs. Xie praise her for being virtuous, she gradually became less friendly with Wang Shuyi and a few other handkerchief friends.

Now things have changed and Song Qingcheng couldn't help but curse her past life self in her heart for being a fool and losing herself for a man.

Wang Shuyi is a delicate and gentle girl and is now married to the second son of Duke Li.

Wang Shuyi walked towards the corridor, her voice like an oriole, "Alluring"

Song Qingcheng came forward and held Wang Shuyi's soft hand, and was very intimate with her. "Why are you free to come here today? Where is Sister Yue?"

Wang Shuyi got married two years earlier than Song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng remembered that she gave birth to a daughter the year before, who should be almost two years old now. Now that she has been reborn, she feels very sad.

In her memory, Sister Yue was delicate and cute.

Wang Shuyi was also happy, "The nanny is watching at home."

Song Qingcheng asked someone to prepare some food, which were the ice cheese cakes that the maid Qiuyue had just invented.

"Cousin, try this. Xia He is the one who came up with this idea. I'm afraid you won't be able to find it even if you search all over Shangjing."

Wang Shuyi smiled softly, scooped a little with a spoon and put it into her mouth: "It's delicious. If Sister Yue was here, she would be very happy."

Although it is called ice cheese pastry, it is not cold at all. It has a light sweetness and is smooth in the mouth. The pastry under the ice cheese is even softer and more glutinous. It is the favorite of girls and children the most.

Wang Shuyi: "It's a pity that Xia He can't become a female shopkeeper with her cooking skills. Even the imperial chefs in the palace may not be able to make such beautiful and delicious food."

"Madam, you are so embarrassed for me," Xia He blushed shyly when she heard such high praise.

However, Song Qingcheng felt that this was a good business.

The noble ladies in Beijing are rich and have plenty of free time. They care about romance most in their daily lives and are willing to spend money.

Song Qingcheng understood and wanted to think about it carefully later.

"Qingcheng, is your marriage going well? Master Pei is such a brilliant man, there are few in the world, unlike the one in my family, who is the most unreliable one."

Wang Shuyi suddenly lost interest, and a layer of sadness covered her face.

"What's going on here?"

Song Qingcheng is the one who has her own ideas among her group of close friends. So even though Wang Shuyi is two years older than Song Qingcheng, she is still very dependent on Song Qingcheng.

"It's all because of my mother-in-law. I had heavy bleeding when I gave birth to Yue Jie'er, which damaged my health. I haven't been able to get pregnant again. My mother-in-law is always picky about me and she always sends people into her son's room. After all, I injured my body because of her Li family. It's really sad to think about it."

"What about my brother-in-law?"

"That spineless person listens to her mother. She coaxed me by saying that even if her mother gave him more than a dozen concubines, the most important place in her heart would still be reserved for me. She agreed to take a concubine just to appease her mother."

"Qingcheng, do you think I'm so easy to fool? What do we women want in our lives?"

Wang Shuyi smiled bitterly.

Song Qingcheng was angry when she heard this, but she still had to think it through herself: "Cousin, do you still have hope for your cousin's husband?"

"He is Yue Jie'er's father after all! We can't divorce each other."

Song Qingcheng suddenly realized that in her previous life, she thought she had a smart mind, but she was still tortured and died in depression.

What's more, Wang Shuyi is such a gentle and quiet person, it might be even more difficult for her!

In her previous life, Song Qingcheng was too busy taking care of herself to talk about these things with her cousin.

I have only occasionally heard that my cousin's husband Li Chuang is extremely lustful and is good at deceiving people with sweet words.

In the first three or four years after Li Chuang and Wang Shuyi got married, Li Chuang was more restrained. However, because he was the second son of Duke Li, most people in the mansion doted on him. In the end, he became a man who favored his concubine over his wife, and ended up letting his concubine kill Wang Shuyi.

Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng was horrified and blamed herself for forgetting such an important thing.

The rosy cheeks suddenly turned as pale as paper.

Song Qingcheng suddenly grabbed Wang Shuyi's hand and said, "Cousin, how about we get a divorce?"

"What's wrong?" The girl was just complaining about her husband and she was not going to really divorce him.

Song Qingcheng knew that she had lost her composure, and she couldn't tell Wang Shuyi about her past life, so she could only worry, "I just remembered the dream I had before, in which Li Chuang treated my cousin very badly."

Now it was Wang Shuyi who comforted Song Qingcheng and patted her hand, "It's okay, after all, I am still the legitimate wife."

No one can understand why you rashly advise others to divorce.

It was good enough that Wang Shuyi didn't get angry with her.

"Cousin, if you are only doing this for Sister Yue, then you should hold the money firmly in your hands, be more careful in everything, and don't trust others easily."

Song Qingcheng warned.

"Go back and tell him that you don't have to control him taking concubines anymore, but I will still give you and Sister Yue some money to live on."

"Will he agree?" Wang Shuyi asked. The expenses of their second house have always been controlled by her mother-in-law. When she is in a good mood, she will give her some, and when she is in a bad mood, she will deduct the monthly salary of her and Yue Jie'er.

Although she was the second wife of the Duke's Mansion, her life was not as easy as that of the maidservant around her mother-in-law.

Thinking of this, she understood Song Qingcheng's intention. She was not after money but love. She also wanted to save some dowry for Yue Jie'er.

"Listen to Qingcheng"

The two sisters chatted for a while, and it was getting late, so Wang Shuyi wanted to leave. Song Qingcheng wanted to keep her for dinner.

Wang Shuyi shook her head. "I'm going home too late. My mother-in-law might find fault with me again. It's really annoying to deal with her. Besides, Yue Jieer is at home and can't leave me alone after dark."

"Then I won't keep you here. You should relax and take care of yourself so that you can take good care of Yue Jie'er. She is still so young."

After giving instructions to Wang Shuyi, he turned around and called Qiuyue, and prepared some ice cream and pastries for Wang Shuyi to take back and give to Yue Jieer.

Just about to leave.

Pei Huaizhi's long-time attendant came from the other side of the corridor, holding a brocade box the size of his arms in his hand.

He first bowed to Wang Shuyi, then said, "Madam, you have guests. I am sorry to bother you."

"It doesn't matter!"

Wang Shuyi smiled behind her handkerchief.

"What's the matter, Third Master?"

In his previous life, Pei Huaizhi had never taken the initiative to look for her.

Song Qingcheng asked.