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

Empress Zheng was already over fifty years old, and although she had taken good care of herself, her physical strength could not keep up. She said a few words to let everyone enjoy the view, and then let the eunuch help her walk out of the flower hall.

At today's flower-viewing banquet, she had asked the prince to look at them secretly and see which girl he liked. He could report to her later. Of course, it would only be a concubine. She promised the prince that he could choose his own concubine.

Queen Zheng patted Zheng Biyu's hand. Zheng Biyu had been raised by the queen's side since she was a child, so the current position of Crown Princess could only be Zheng Biyu.

After Queen Zheng left, the wives of officials and young ladies relaxed a lot.

As she walked past Song Qingcheng, many people looked at her with pity and sympathy.

Well, it only takes a few words to go from jealousy to sympathy. Song Qingcheng's eyelids twitched. Although Pei Huaizhi had no romantic feelings for her, he had never treated her harshly. If she continued to say this, his image as a noble lady in the capital would probably plummet.

This can't be entirely blamed on her!

Song Qingcheng went down the corridor and wanted to go to the courtyard to get some fresh air. The Imperial Garden was so big that after a while, Song Qingcheng didn't know where she was. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she was about to go back the same way. When she turned around, she saw through the lattice window at the end of the garden and heard a familiar weeping sound coming from behind the strange rocks.

"Brother Shao, since you have returned to the capital, why don't you come to the mansion and tell us?" the woman anxiously pulled the corner of the man's clothes.

"Please respect yourself, Miss Fourth!" The man frowned and shook the woman's hand off her robe.

The woman looked at the man in front of her with grievance, twisting her handkerchief unconsciously.

The man's voice was cold, his brows were furrowed, and there was confusion on his handsome face, as if he didn't know why the person in front of him was her.

The two people who were speaking were Qin Huairu and the fourth prince Wei Shao.

Song Qingcheng frowned, not understanding why Pei Huairu came here and took the initiative to tug at the Fourth Prince. No, she should call him Prince Yan now. If someone saw this, it would not be a glorious thing. I'm afraid all the women in the mansion would suffer.

When Song Qingcheng was about to go forward and take Pei Huairu away, King Wei Shao of Yan said, "Didn't you send someone to say that it was your third sister-in-law who asked me to come here? Where is your third sister-in-law?" He stared at the woman in front of him with sharp eyes. What was there to not understand now? The woman in front of him was just deceiving him.

Song Qingcheng was stunned when she heard this, and then a surge of anger rose in her heart. This Qin Huairu must be mentally ill, as he actually used her name. If someone discovered it, she would be fine, but she, Song Qingcheng, would be the one who was unlucky.

Fortunately, she still cared about her. I don’t know who she asked to pass on the message.

Without caring about anything else, Song Qingcheng went straight through the moon gate.

"Fourth sister!"

Song Qingcheng's voice startled the two of them.

King Wei Shao of Yan was even more frightened and panicked. He hurriedly explained, fearing that Song Qingcheng would misunderstand him. "Manman, she was the one who asked me to come here, so I..."

Before Wei Shao could finish his words, Song Qingcheng stopped him sternly, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, this concerns the reputation of a woman, please be careful with your words."

Once a woman's reputation is ruined, she will be drowned in rumors and no one will bother to find out the truth.

Wei Shao also knew that there was something wrong with this matter, and Qin Huairu also knew that she had caused trouble, and now she was like a quail, not daring to speak.

Song Qingcheng was still angry, "If we ask someone to take the lead, this person is reliable!"

Qin Huairu was speechless and just lowered her head.

"say!"

Although Song Qing lowered his voice, people could still feel the oppressive pressure.

"I...I don't know."

Qin Huairu couldn't say anything. She just heard from the palace maids that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan was now in the palace, so she randomly picked a palace maid to pass a message to His Royal Highness.

Song Qingcheng: "......"

She has never been as speechless as she is now in her past and present lives. Is it possible that this person's brain is filled with water? How can there be such a big difference between brother and sister who are from the same mother? One is meticulous, calculating, and always thinks ten steps ahead, while the other is... just that. It's useless.

"This is about the reputation of the Duke's Mansion. I wonder if His Royal Highness Prince Yan can still find someone to bring you a message."

"This matter is also my fault. Leave the palace maid to me. I will definitely not let her spread any rumors."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Your Highness."

As soon as Song Qingcheng finished speaking, she wanted to leave this place. After walking a few steps, she saw that Qin Huairu did not catch up with her. "Why don't you catch up with me? Don't you think no one will notice?"

Song Qingcheng couldn't understand what Qin Huairu was thinking. Originally, today's flower viewing was for the princes to meet each other. No one would say anything if they met openly. Why did they have to be so sneaky and hide behind the rockery, acting like they were having an affair, and still using her name?

In fact, at this time, Song Qingcheng was half a year younger than Qin Huairu, and four years younger than Qin Huaizhi. She was just a 16-year-old girl who had just reached the age of marriage, but she had an aura that made people surrender.

Qin Huairu glanced timidly at the man who had been in her thoughts day and night but whose whole mind was on her third sister-in-law, stamped her feet and followed him closely.

King Wei Shao of Yan looked at the receding figure with a sense of melancholy in his heart. He had never felt bitter about the whistling sandstorm at the border, the difficult survival, the fighting on the battlefield, and the blood feud that weighed on him, because at that time he was full of hope for the future. He thought that after he had made great military achievements and completely resolved the old feud, he would be able to marry his beloved girl with a grand wedding.

But as fate would have it, he eventually missed his Manman.

Does she still remember the young man she comforted under the crabapple tree that year? She was so young at that time, so perhaps she has forgotten him long ago.

But it was the only warmth in his dark time.

Now she looked at him with calm eyes, without a trace of emotion.

But Song Qingcheng has a bright temperament. When she doesn't smile, there is always a hint of sadness between her brows for some reason.

Wei Shao stood there for a long time, until his shadow was stretched out by the setting sun.

The attendant found him and said, "Your Majesty!"

"Has the palace maid been found?"

When Wei Shao spoke again, there was no trace of anything in his voice.

"Your Majesty, I have found it!"

"Kill it"

The voice was calm and almost cruel, like an emotionless machine. Only dead people would keep their mouths shut.

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Song Qingcheng just prayed that she wouldn't be caught by anyone in the palace.

Song Qingcheng didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she walked out of the depths of the garden. Because she walked so fast, a layer of fine beads of sweat had seeped out of her forehead, hanging on her forehead like crystal, making her look somewhat seductive.

She was too lazy to pay attention to Qin Huairu. Qin Huairu knew she was in the wrong and didn't go to Song Qingcheng to embarrass herself. She just sat next to Song Qingcheng in a seat not far away.

"Sister Pei, are you okay?" Nan Shengsheng saw Song Qingcheng's face covered with sweat, so she fanned her with a round fan embroidered with a rabbit.

Song Qingcheng smiled, a smile that was prettier than flowers. She didn't know how Sister Pei got the nickname. "It's already hot again in the early summer."

Nan Shengsheng pecked at rice like a chick, "Isn't it true? Spring in the capital is exceptionally short, and it's already summer. Sister Pei, can I come and play with you when I have some free time?"

"Of course you can, but I don't know why you call me that!" Song Qingcheng's apricot-like eyes flashed with a trace of doubt.