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

For a moment, I didn't know whether my master was talking about me or His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan who was at the Chuihua Gate.

"My Lord! Me?"

Shuqi asked blankly.

The veins at Pei Huaizhi's temples were throbbing, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he glanced at Shuqi.

Shuqi felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he shrank his neck, lowered his head guiltily, and looked at his nose and his heart, not daring to speak again for fear of irritating his master.

Pei Huaizhi brushed his sleeves, said nothing, turned around and walked away.

Shuqi was completely confused and waited until Pei Huaizhi's figure went far away before he quickly caught up with him.

He was still a little confused as to the direction his master was heading in, and why he was getting farther and farther away from the Chuihua Gate.

"Sir, you won't go!"

Shuqi asked.

"Need not! "

Pei Huaizhi replied coldly.

"......What if Madam...?"

After all, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan is a rare talent, and they are childhood sweethearts.

His family is really confident.

Shuqi automatically ignored the stern expression on his master's face. If he had looked closely, he would have found that his back teeth were almost broken.

Pei Huaizhi was not confident, but because of his understanding of Song Qingcheng. Although Song Qingcheng looked like a child who had not grown up, she was a very opinionated person when it came to major issues.

Although I knew Song Qingcheng would not do anything out of line, my heart still felt like it was filled with a ball of cotton.

"Tell people not to go to Chuihua Gate, and I don't want to hear any rumors!"

Pei Huaizhi gave the order in a tone that brooked no room for argument.

Shuqi obeyed and told the housekeeper.

*

Hanging flower gate.

Song Qingcheng looked at the hand pinching her arm and felt helpless.

This King of Yan might want to harm her. Although she doesn't care much about what others think, she won't cause trouble for herself. If Pei Huaizhi sees her, he might get angry and it will be very troublesome to explain. She is most afraid of trouble, so she doesn't want to get entangled with King of Yan.

She pulled her arm hard and finally managed to pull it out from the big hands.

"Your Highness Prince Yan, it's better not to harm others!"

There was already some helplessness and unhappiness in Song Qingcheng's tone.

King Wei Shao of Yan felt his heart sink, ".....you..."

Wei Shao was speechless for a moment.

"Your Highness! We are not children anymore! We need to look forward."

Song Qingcheng looked at the flash of hurt on Wei Shao's face and sighed, but she didn't like to get entangled with others and hurt others and herself.

Hearing this, Wei Shao suppressed his glare, put his hands behind his back, and put on a smile on his face, "Yes, we are not children anymore, we all have to move forward. Since Man Man has already moved forward, I naturally cannot stay where I am!"

Song Qingcheng nodded and said, "I believe that your Highness's path must be full of hope. If nothing else, I will withdraw."

"good! "

Wei Shao kept all his emotions deep in his heart.

Song Qingcheng nodded and took two steps. "Manman?"

"Um?"

Song Qingcheng turned around.

"If I had returned to Shangjing earlier, would we have had a chance?"

Wei Shao still asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time. He knew that she was already someone else's wife, and asking about this topic now would only add to his troubles.

But he couldn't control himself.

Song Qingcheng really had no other feelings for Prince of Yan Wei Shao, and having lived two lives, she didn't even have many memories of Wei Shao.

She felt that it was the same for Wei Shao, what one cannot get is the best, and...