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

When the officials' wives saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, they gathered in groups of three or four who were familiar with each other, waiting for someone from the palace to lead them in.

Song Qingcheng stood there with a smile on her pretty face, looking around.

In this regard, those who could be summoned into the palace by the Empress Dowager's decree were all extremely prominent families and high-ranking officials in the capital city.

Many people took the initiative to come to Song Qingcheng to greet her...

As a woman from an official family, especially for Song Qingcheng who had rich experience in her previous life, things were extremely simple.

In my previous life, I attended many banquets of various kinds.

Of course there are other things, like ordering tea...

Therefore, she could easily say a few things about the likes and dislikes of the officials and their wives in various prefectures, and she could completely control them.

This is probably the benefit of rebirth... Song Qingcheng thought so.

These officials' wives and young ladies, both plump and slim, were my acquaintances in my previous life. Now, getting to know them so well is like a spring breeze, which is really unexpected.

It is completely different from the rumors about Song Qingcheng. After all, the previous rumors were that Song Qingcheng advocated separation from the Peiguo Mansion...

It is really shocking that a woman in the backyard dared to do such a thing. She must have a strong personality to do such a thing. I didn't expect that she was so thoughtful.

If Song Qingcheng was just the wife of a young minister, she probably wouldn't have received so much attention.

But she has the General's Mansion behind her, and based on Pei Huaizhi's current power, she will definitely become a high-ranking official in the future.

So... now these officials' wives are so polite to Song Qingcheng mostly because of these reasons.

Song Qingcheng felt a little sad. Here, women seemed to always be accessories.

But soon, Song Qingcheng secretly cursed herself. She didn't show any sign of awakening on her face, but she secretly said in her heart, "Song Qingcheng, why are you being so pretentious? Your background and your opportunities are already very good. If you still complain about yourself, isn't it just a waste of time and effort?..."

"Qingcheng!"

A voice like an oriole came from afar, pulling Song Qingcheng out of her endless thoughts.

Dongmei looked in the direction of the voice and said, "It's Miss Shengsheng!"

Song Qingcheng saw Nan Shengsheng running towards her excitedly, "I didn't see you just now, and I thought you weren't coming today......"

As Song Qingcheng spoke, she raised her hand and adjusted the hairpin on Nan Shengsheng's head which was messy from running.

"I really don't want to come... otherwise," Nan Shengsheng took Song Qingcheng's arm and leaned over to whisper, "This kind of palace banquet is very boring and restrained. The food is not good and you can't eat enough. I don't want to participate in it, but the imperial decree has been issued, and I dare not disobey."

Nan Shengsheng's round, chubby little face drooped for a moment.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng laughed a little, "Don't say that again, especially when you enter the palace later, you must be more careful with what you say and do..."

"I'm just telling you..."

Nan Shengsheng shrank his head and said.

People arrived one after another, and the eunuch who led the way called out their names and was about to take everyone into the palace.

Song Qingcheng and Nan Shengsheng were not the type to stand out, so they gradually walked behind the crowd.

At this time, no one knew what happened, and the women who were walking forward stopped in their tracks...