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

"Put it away"

She withdrew her thoughts. It was not that she was reluctant to wear it, but it was just not suitable. It was not suitable to be too luxurious when entering the palace, nor was it suitable to be too low-key. So she asked Chunyu and the others to prepare another set of clothes, which was neither eye-catching nor looked down upon.

Pei Huaizhi had not come to Jinghe Hall since the last time she parted ways unpleasantly with him. Later, when she heard from the servants that Xie Wanning had left the house, she felt only a little disturbed. Based on her understanding of Pei Huaizhi, the unrest in the rear house must have touched his weak spot, so he sent her away, and it was definitely not because of her.

The next day, everything was ready. This time, it was not only Song Qingcheng who went to the palace to appreciate the flowers, but also the fourth girl Pei Huairu, who also went with her. Before leaving, she had to give a few words of advice.

That day, after Pei Huaizhi left in anger, he sent Shuqi to deliver a blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment in the evening, and reminded him that this ointment was prepared by the best expert Pei Huaizhi had found at the Imperial Hospital. Song Qingcheng did not refuse and accepted it, and asked Shuqi to convey her gratitude to the Third Master for his kindness.

It is true that this medicine is more effective than the medicine prescribed by Dr. Cui while I was in the hospital. After applying the medicine, my face was almost healed the next day, and there is no trace of the redness and swelling before the treatment.

When leaving, Xie was hesitant to speak. She had beaten Song Qingcheng without knowing the reason before, and she felt a little embarrassed. Then she thought about it and realized that Song Qingcheng had used the injury on her face as an excuse to stop paying respects to her. She became dissatisfied with Song Qingcheng again. Since ancient times, it is natural for mothers-in-law to teach their daughters-in-law a lesson. Why is she still making a fuss about it?

Xie, who had figured it out, said, "There are many rules in the palace. You must always pay attention to your words and deeds. Don't do anything indecent that will embarrass our Duke's Mansion." Only Song Qingcheng and Pei Huairu were present at the banquet. These words were meant to imply something, and any normal person would know who was being talked about.

Song Qingcheng didn't want to say more, but her mother-in-law always forgot the pain after the wound healed, so Song Qingcheng smiled and said, "Mother-in-law is right, but don't worry, mother-in-law, I asked someone to go to Lingyan Temple to ask for a fortune. The master said that the villain has fled far away, and everything will go smoothly. This is a very good fortune. I believe that Huai Ru and I will not embarrass our Duke's Mansion when we go to the palace this time."

Song Qingcheng deliberately said that the villain was from the Duke's Mansion, which was also a hint. However, she was extremely submissive on the surface, and no one could find fault with her.

"you"!

The smile on Mrs. Xie's face seemed to be about to break. Song Qingcheng was sharp-tongued, and there was no sign of obedience. Her son had been bewitched by her and sent Wan Ning away without even sending anyone to inform her. He bypassed her and didn't know where to go. Her brother from her natal family accused her of being an aunt who didn't care about family affection and treated her niece harshly. He also said that she, an old lady from the Duke's Mansion, couldn't be the master of the backyard. He also said that when she was at her natal family, her family treated her very well. In a word, it was simply unfilial. She was troubled by this matter these days, but she didn't know what to do.

Since her son was born, he was given to a wet nurse. When he was five or six years old, he was sent to Nanshan to become a nun. He was moved back home only after he passed the imperial examination at the age of twenty. Among her four children, her third son had never been close to her since he was young. However, it happened that this third son was the most promising. To this day, the honor and disgrace of the Duke's Mansion depends on the third branch of the family. It was really fate that played tricks on her.

She didn't dare to say anything about her son, who always wanted to find fault with her daughter-in-law. She thought Song Qingcheng was easy to control, but she never thought she was also a powerful one. That was too late, how could the daughter of the general's mansion be controlled so easily? But it was too late to say anything now. She thought that Wan Ning seemed to be unable to get into the family, so she would arrange a few concubines for her son to distract his attention from her.

Song Qingcheng looked towards Xie, only to see that face, which still retained its charm, was now covered in a mixture of blue and red. As someone who had lived a second life, she knew Xie's thoughts and character very clearly.

Grandma Wang Zhirou, seeing that the atmosphere was a bit weird, stepped forward to smooth things over, "It's getting late now, don't miss the auspicious time, or you might be blamed by the palace. After all, you are just going to the palace to enjoy the flowers. I think mother-in-law is worried about you, but the third sister-in-law is thoughtful, so there will be no problem, so go quickly."

This was quite a well-thought-out remark, giving both parties a way out. In this case, naturally no one would not appreciate it. Song Qingcheng bowed to Wang Zhirou and got directly into the carriage. Pei Huairu had not spoken since she left the house, and looked absent-minded, as if she had something on her mind. Song Qingcheng took another look at her.

Xie gave Pei Huairu some more instructions and helped him tidy up his clothes. Pei Huaizhi and Pei Huairu both inherited Xie's appearance and were very outstanding.

It is an honor to appreciate flowers in the palace. What you see is not the flowers, but the attention of the royal family. Second Mistress Shen Tanxiang was not invited, and she felt very jealous. "Entering the palace is a rare opportunity to rise to prominence. Fourth sister must seize it. When the time comes, let us also benefit from Fourth sister's glory."

Xie was sour and dissatisfied with what she said, "As a sister-in-law, you don't want to think about how to help the younger generation, but only think about good things."

After hearing what Xie said, Shen Tanxiang shut up wisely. At present, the first wife was in charge of the household, the third wife was on the rise in her career, and now her fourth sister was also going to enter the palace and might be chosen to be a princess. However, her second wife had no status in the mansion and her husband was incompetent. Thinking of this, Shen Tanxiang felt more and more unfair. Why did others take all the good things?

Song Qingcheng went over it in her mind. In her previous life, she did not go to the palace to appreciate the flowers, and she didn't know if something had happened.

The flower-viewing banquet in the palace was ostensibly for flower-viewing, but everyone knew that it was actually the royal family's desire to select suitable women from among the noble ladies in the capital to be their wives.

The carriage rumbled away, and soon the Duke's Mansion disappeared from sight.

So when we arrived at the palace gate, we saw luxurious carriages stretching for a long distance in the distance. Women of all shapes and sizes, some steady, some dignified, some delicate, and some lively, got off their carriages. They were all dressed up specially to enter the palace today. The flowers were so beautiful that they were so dazzling. I'm afraid that the flowers in late spring would pale in comparison to them.

The eunuch who led the way was waiting at the palace gate, probably waiting for everyone to arrive so that they could go to the Imperial Garden together.

Song Qingcheng got off the carriage and met up with Pei Huairu. Although Song Qingcheng was not wearing the extremely intricately crafted wide-sleeved fairy skirt today, she was indeed wearing a flowing cloud gauze skirt. The flowing cloud gauze skirt was a new dress that Madam Song made for Song Qingcheng when she returned home. Song Qingcheng was tall, half a head taller than an ordinary girl. Song Qingcheng looked slender, but she had every right part. Her waist was not even as thin as a hand, and she was tall and beautiful. This dress set off a unique temperament that made people unable to take their eyes off her.

A girl from an unknown family in the crowd exclaimed, "Whose sister is this? How can she be so beautiful?" The voice was not small, and everyone looked in her direction. They thought they were all good-looking, but when they really compared themselves, they felt a little ashamed, although they didn't want to admit it.

Pei Huairu twisted her handkerchief, feeling a little unhappy, as these words were obviously not directed at her.