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

After all, people tend to be trapped by things that are unattainable when they are young.

Wei Shao stared at Song Qingcheng with his pair of dark pupils, but his face showed no expression, as if he was indifferent. However, if you looked closely, you would find that his clenched fists revealed that he was a little nervous.

He was waiting for an answer, an answer that would give him some comfort.

Just as he hoped, Song Qingcheng's answer was that she married Pei Huaizhi because he had been at the border for so many years and had not returned.

The answer was not like what Song Qingcheng said, it was not because he was at the border.

After all, the former can at least prove that she still has him in her heart.

It's just that I was born at the wrong time.

However, he soon discovered that Song Qingcheng shook her head, her eyes were firm, and her tone was not vague at all, saying, "Your Highness, it's not, it's not because you are at the border, but I really have someone in my heart."

She had no romantic feelings for Wei Shao, so it didn't matter much to her when Wei Shao returned to Beijing.

She just didn't want to continue to be entangled with Wei Shao like this.

A clean and decisive rejection is good for everyone.

"You have someone you love, you have someone you love, so it's Pei Huaizhi. You still like Pei Huaizhi."

There was a hint of hurt in Wei Shao's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and no one noticed it.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng neither admitted nor denied it. In Wei Shao's eyes, it seemed that Song Qingcheng really liked Pei Huaizhi!

"This king... understands..."

Although Wei Shao felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, he had completely regained his composure when he lowered his head, and his face still showed the vigor and vitality of a young general.

"But, to me, you will always be my sister. If you have any problem, you can send someone to find me..."

The voice fell, without waiting for Song Qingcheng to reply. At the same time, Song Qingcheng saw Wei Shao waving at her, motioning her to leave.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the person, Song Qingcheng naturally shouldn't stay for long.

Walk a hundred meters out of the Chuihua Gate.

"Miss, I think that the feelings of His Royal Highness Prince Yan are also sincere!"

Dongmei followed behind Song Qingcheng and seemed to want to look back to see if Wei Shao was still standing there.

As far as the eye could see, the figure was indeed standing there like a strong pine tree.

"Don't say that again..."

When Song Qingcheng heard Dongmei's words, her tone became unusually stern.

Dongmei suddenly came to her senses, and thinking about her outspokenness just now, she raised her hand and slapped herself on the mouth.

Now that the girl is married, how can she say such nonsense?

If rumors spread, it would ruin the girl's reputation.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan will be fine, but the only one who will suffer will be her daughter.

And who is the Prince of Yan? Even if he is not favored by the emperor, he is still a prince, and a prince with a large army under his command.

Thinking of this, Dongmei was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. If rumors about her and His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan were to spread, the consequences would be disastrous.

We were just at Chuihua Gate, where there were the most people and the most eyes.

"Thank God!"

Dongmei's face turned pale, and she said fearfully, "No one came to this Chuihua Gate today!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng knew that Dongmei knew the interests involved.

However, a trace of doubt flashed through Song Qingcheng's mind. Even if it was New Year's Day, there shouldn't be no maids or servants at this Chuihua Gate.

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