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

"Pei Huaizhi!"

Song Qingcheng couldn't believe her ears.

"Otherwise!"

Xie Wan Ning looked at her innocently, "Otherwise, why hasn't my cousin come back yet, and my sister-in-law has been sending people to look for him? Don't you understand that it's because my cousin is not free?"

Song Qingcheng couldn't believe it. Her heart was boiling with anger. She forced herself to hold on, grabbed Xie Wanning's sleeve, and said word by word, "You! Nonsense!"

Xie Wan Ning shook Song Qingcheng's hand away in disdain, "If sister-in-law doesn't believe it, then forget it."

Then he went on to say, "Sister-in-law, I think you won't live long. If you are smart, you should beg me now to take good care of your children. If I am happy, I might be kind. Otherwise, my cousin and I will have our own flesh and blood in the future, and I am afraid that you will not be able to rest in peace when you die."

Children are Song Qingcheng's weak spot. When she thinks that after she is gone, the two children will have no one to rely on, her heart beats dully like a drum. Anger and regret twist her heart, and her face is covered with tear marks due to the pain. Hatred washes away her remaining sanity.

"Hahahaha!"

Song Qingcheng laughed out of anger, almost going crazy.

Xie Wan Ning was shocked, "Song Qingcheng, are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy. You guys have driven me crazy. Since you're making my life miserable, no one else can have a good life!"

Song Qingcheng is like a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

"Song Qingcheng, what do you want to do!"

Xie Wan Ning suddenly felt a little scared. Before she could finish her words, Song Qingcheng suddenly stood up with strength from nowhere and put her bony hands around Xie Wan Ning's neck.

"You too, go die! All of you, go die for me!"

Song Qingcheng said viciously, blood continuously flowing out of her paper-pale mouth, she could no longer take care of herself.

She would never let her child suffer any injustice!

She wanted Xie Wan Ning to be buried with her.

Xie Wan Ning didn't expect that Song Qingcheng, whose life was hanging by a thread, would suddenly attack her. Song Qingcheng grabbed her neck tightly with such force that she couldn't break free. The air in her chest became less and less, and her eyes went dark.

She kept twisting her body and squeezing out a few fragmented words!

"Help, help, help!"

Song Qingcheng sneered, "What do you think this Chunhe Hall is? It's not a place where a bitch like you can act wild!"

"Sister-in-law, sister, sister, I won't dare to do it again!"

Perhaps it was a last burst of energy, the strength in Song Qingcheng's hands increased instead of decreased, and she exerted force with her fingers, and there was a "click" sound.

Xie Wan Ning fell silent again.

Song Qingcheng threw Xie Wan Ning to the ground like a rag. She could no longer muster any strength and fell dejectedly on the edge of the bed.

Pei Huaizhi's unusually handsome face appeared in Song Qingcheng's mind.

"Yes, Pei Huai has always had a plan in mind and will never let others manipulate him. His remarriage is real, and his family property is confiscated, but their ten years of love and support are fake, hehe."

"Pei Huaizhi, how dare you bully me like this?"

Song Qingcheng's consciousness gradually blurred, "Pei Huaizhi, I don't owe you anything. You owe me, Song Qingcheng, but I don't want it anymore. I don't want anything. I hope we will never see each other again in the next life!"

"puff!"

A mouthful of thick black blood gushed out of Song Qingcheng's mouth. Her hands drooped dejectedly on the side of the bed, and she lost consciousness again.

She needed to take a good rest, and the girl's love affair ended so abruptly.

*

Song Qingcheng seemed to have had a very long dream. Before she was conscious, she strangled Xie Wan Ning to death. She was relieved that her children would not have a vicious stepmother.

Wasn't she dead? She thought she was dead.

Where are we now? Is this a dream?

She wanted to wake up, but she couldn't move at all, as if she was being crushed by a huge rock.

She is not feeling well. Could she be suffering from sleep paralysis?

She clearly felt someone moving around beside her, but why didn't anyone come to wake her up?

Spring Rain, Summer Lotus, Autumn Moon, Winter Plum, and where are her personal maids!

Song Qingcheng struggled hard, and struggled continuously!

"Wow"

Song Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, with crystal tears hanging beside her wet almond-shaped eyes.

Finally awake, she thought.

When I just woke up, my mind was in a mess.

"Miss, it's still early, why are you awake? Rest for a while. I'll call you when someone comes."

Qiuyue heard the noise, lit the lamp, and walked towards her young lady. Seeing her young lady's strange behavior, she looked at Song Qingcheng in confusion, not understanding why her young lady woke up so early. It was just after midnight, and the wedding procession was still early.

Song Qingcheng was just gasping for breath. In the past, every time she breathed, she would feel severe pain in her chest and vomit blood.

Now she didn't feel anything at all, her breathing was very smooth, and she didn't have any severe coughing.

She looked around and saw bright red silk hanging all around and big red wedding characters pasted everywhere. It was obviously a very grandly decorated wedding room.

Whose wedding room is this? Could it be Xie Wan Ning?

"No, no!"

Song Qingcheng shook her head and immediately denied the possibility in her mind. An absurd idea emerged in her mind.

She looked around and was sure that this was her boudoir in the general's mansion before she got married.

She is going back in time.

She couldn't believe it!

Song Qingcheng hurriedly grabbed Chu Qiuyue's hand and asked, "What year is it today?"

She desperately needed an answer.

It seemed that the noise in the house was too loud, so Nanny Zhang, Chunyu and the others also went into the inner room.

"Say it!"

Song Qingcheng was a little anxious and not as calm as usual.

Qiuyue glanced at everyone before saying to her respectfully, "Miss, I'm afraid you are having a nightmare. It is the sixth year of Jinghe, April 19th. Today is a good day for you, Miss."

"Who am I marrying?"

Song Qingcheng's voice was hoarse, and she prayed in her heart that she would not hear the name of the man who had hurt her so much.

Nanny Zhang couldn't bear to watch it anymore and asked worriedly, "Miss, please don't joke with us. You chose this husband yourself. He is the number one scholar in Pei's mansion."

Song Qingcheng sat down on the bed resignedly. The red carvings and wedding characters all around seemed to be mocking her.

Thinking of Pei Huaizhi, she recalled her parents and brother who were exiled in her previous life. She didn't care about anything else and wanted to see her parents and brother immediately.

She put on her dress shoes, without bothering to wash and dress up, and ignoring the concerned voices of the maids and nannies, she rushed out of the door like a gust of wind and ran to her parents' yard.

The marriage of the general's daughter is a major event for the entire mansion. The entire mansion began preparing for the young lady's marriage a month ago.

Today is the wedding day, and all the servants in the mansion have not rested at all. They are busy and orderly preparing for Song Qingcheng's wedding.

Song Qingcheng walked through the decorated corridor with disheveled hair, leaving the servants in the yard puzzled.