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

One in front and one behind, two similar figures gradually disappeared into the dark night. Shuqi sorted out the evidence in his hand, climbed onto the horse swiftly, squeezed his legs hard on the silver horse's belly, and followed his master.

The rest of the journey was safe and there were no more assassins.

It was not until they reached the entrance of Yong'an Lane that Pei Huaizhi tightened the reins in his hand and turned to look at the man who seemed to be going back home with him.

Pei Huaizhi sat high on the horse with a somewhat unfriendly look in his eyes. Although he had formed an alliance with Yan Wang Wei Shao, it was only limited to the court. He had not forgotten what Yan Wang Wei Shao was thinking about.

"Letting a wolf into the house!" He was not so stupid as to do that.

The person in this world who wants to covet Pei Huai's things has not been born yet!

"Master Pei, why did you stop? Could it be that... you don't know the way back home? Do you want me to take Huaizhi back home?"

Prince of Yan Wei Shao had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a playful look, but his face had been worn down by the wind and sand of the border for many years, making it less feminine and more heroic than a general, which also neutralized a lot of the charm of those peach blossom eyes.

Although Pei Huaizhi also had a brutally handsome face, unlike King Wei Shao of Yan, Pei Huaizhi was more like a sword hidden in its sheath. All his sharp edges were restrained. He had a deep mind, making it difficult for people to understand him and his depth was unknown. He was calm and composed, making people dare not act rashly.

As for King Wei Shao of Yan, he is like a spear of mine. He exudes power and it is obvious at first glance that he is not someone to be trifled with.

Shuqi followed his master from a distance, "No, no, apart from the similar bone structure and double pupils from a distance, the temperament exuded by this body is completely different."

At this time, Pei Huaizhi only heard calmly: "His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan has just returned to the capital. I think he must have a lot of important matters to attend to. How dare Pei trouble you?"

His tone sounded very official. Shuqi looked back and forth between the two of them. These two people were obviously in the court, one in the light and one in the dark, and they cooperated very well in the court and the military camp.

But once they were away from the government, the two of them would start to compete with each other subtly. Shuqi savored it carefully and felt that it was more like a contest between men.

He shook his head secretly. Isn't it? It's his own fault for marrying the childhood sweetheart of the Fourth Emperor (Prince of Yan) Wei Shao.

The young general went to the border, fought hard and finally made great achievements, and was waiting to return triumphantly to marry his sweetheart.

Who would have known that when he rushed back, the girl he was thinking about already had someone in his heart and had married someone else early.

As for the master of the house, that was the girl he had fallen in love with since she was six or seven years old. He had been planning to marry her only when the little girl reached marriage age. In the end, he finally got his wish.

However, this girl's heart is as unfathomable as the sea, and the master still hasn't completely won her heart.

The Prince of Yan clearly had a look on his face that showed he was trying to steal someone else's girlfriend.

As his master's greatest concern, if he doesn't take action now, when will he take action?

He nodded secretly at Pei Huaizhi's words and said, "Your Excellency is wise. I think His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan must be busy with important matters! We can't afford to delay."

The intention to send the guest away was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious. He almost said, "Your Highness Prince of Yan, please thank me and leave now. My master is afraid that you are looking for a good girlfriend."

Shuqi coughed after he finished speaking.

Pei Huaizhi felt uncomfortable when he heard his subordinate coughing in a slightly ambiguous way. He waved his hand to stop him from talking. It seemed that he, Pei Huaizhi, was afraid of the King of Hell.

But the King of Yan was thick-skinned. He waved his whip and said, "Brother Huaizhi, you worry too much. I don't have any important business. If there is one, it is that I haven't seen Manman for a long time. I would like to take this opportunity to visit him. Brother Huaizhi is very open-minded and will definitely not mind."

"Here, on New Year's Day, Brother Huaizhi will definitely not have the heart to let me sleep on the street!"

As soon as he finished speaking, King Wei Shao of Yan did not give Pei Huaizhi a chance to refuse and took the first step. Just as Pei Huaizhi thought, he certainly did not have selfish motives.

Although Manman had never promised him anything, he still felt unhappy that the girl he liked was marrying someone else.

Seeing the gloomy face of the invincible Pei Huaizhi, he felt that this year was truly a festive one.

Shuqi, "Your Highness, how can you be without a home? Isn't this palace your home? It has magnificent buildings and mansions!"

Shuqi's muttering was not loud, but unexpectedly, Wei Shao, the King of Yan, heard it clearly. He only heard him say leisurely, "That's not my home!"

With childishness.

After Pei Huaizhi finished speaking, he walked to the gate of Pei Mansion with ease.

There was no one on duty outside the palace, let alone anyone to bring up and station the horses. Prince Wei Shao of Yan had no choice but to dismount himself and pull the reins by himself, ignoring Pei Huaizhi's seemingly murderous eyes.

"Master Pei, even if you leave the Duke's Mansion, you won't be so destitute, right? This... you don't even have a doorman!"

Pei Huaizhi was too lazy to pay attention to him. His handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

The two big red lanterns hanging from the gate were swaying in the wind. Not only did they lack the flavor of the New Year, they also looked depressed at night.

Pei Huaizhi threw the reins to Shuqi behind him, took a step with his long legs, climbed up two or three steps, and pushed open the heavy door of the mansion.

With a creak! It was already late, but the door to the mansion was not even closed!

King Wei Shao of Yan stopped being lazy, put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his side, and lagged behind Pei Huaizhi by half a step.

In just a moment, the moment the gate of the mansion opened, there was a world of difference between the inside and outside of the mansion.

The yard was bustling with people, toasting each other, shouting, and children running around. Pei Huaizhi's calm face froze a little.

The Prince of Yan beside him also stood there in a daze, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Huaizhi, could it be that I really took the wrong road!" After saying that, he took a few steps back and confirmed the big words on the plaque above the gate of the mansion.

He took one look at the words and recognized them as Song Qingcheng's handwriting. That's right, he did not enter the wrong door.

At the same time, everyone in the yard heard the noise and looked towards the door in unison.

When the maids and servants in the mansion saw that it was their master, they hurriedly put down their chopsticks, put down their wine glasses, swallowed the food in their mouths... and bowed to Pei Huaizhi one after another.

As for the people around them, they had never seen them before and didn't know how to address them, so they could only bow their heads respectfully.

The shopkeepers around Song Qingcheng had only heard of Pei Huaizhi but had never seen him. They only knew that he was the most trusted minister of the current emperor. When they saw the man in the rumors and the real power and status that they were used to seeing in the big scenes of the market, they couldn't help but feel at a loss.