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

"hiss......!"

Song Qingcheng felt pain from being pinched by Xiao Furong's long nails.

"I said there's something wrong with your mother! There's something wrong with your sister, there's something wrong with your father, there's something wrong with your whole family. Maybe they're not as good to you as you think!"

"impossible!"

Xiao Furong immediately denied it, "Mother always listens to me. I can do whatever I want in the mansion. I lost my mother when I was young, and it was Mother Xiaocui who gave me endless tolerance and love."

"And there is Handan. She is obviously younger than me, but she always gives in to me. She only gets the good things after I have finished dancing. Handan has been kind since she was young. She would not even step on an ant to death."

"My mother never forced me to study, but Handan had to study hard to learn to read. She even punished me by making me kneel down in the ancestral hall to copy characters because I didn't finish copying the book. My mother never wanted me to suffer. She said that I was of noble status and only needed to learn some female virtues and precepts."

"Handan not only needs to master the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also needs to learn the obscure and difficult theories from the master, and even the ways of doing business and managing a household."

Xiao Furong kept talking to herself as if she had gone mad, not caring at all whether anyone listened to her or not.

"My father often told me that since ancient times, men have been superior to women, and women's virtue lies in their lack of talent. As a woman, you only need to restrain yourself."

"Handan is not as lucky as me, so she has to learn those things, and she will make up for her bad luck in the future!"

Song Qingcheng resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Okay, okay, but can you please let go of my wrist first!"

After hearing what Xiao Furong said, Song Qingcheng's worldview was shattered. "So the princess thinks this is right!"

"What's wrong with that?

"Oh!

Song Qingcheng was suddenly unable to describe her current feelings, because her father and mother had never advocated male superiority over female. Instead, they taught her that women could also accomplish things and that she should not underestimate herself.

It was just that in her previous life, she had failed to live up to her father and mother's teachings.

Song Qingcheng sighed.

Looking at Xiao Furong's face, she sighed and said everything she could say.

"Princess Xiao can choose not to believe it!" In the end, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but say, "I just want to make you useless."

"Princess, you might as well think about it. In the eyes of outsiders, is your sister more popular, or are you more popular? Your sister is well-known as a virtuous and talented woman in southern Yunnan. Even if she hasn't reached the age of marriage yet, there are probably many people who want to marry her because of her reputation."

"Mother said that they are not worthy of me at all!"

Song Qingcheng, ".............."

Respect the fate of others and let go of the master complex.

"Princess Xiao, please let go!"

Song Qingcheng shook her sleeves. She might go crazy if she stayed here!

Xiao Furong put down her hand in a daze, and Song Qingcheng then broke away and left.

Wait until Song Qingcheng leaves.

The maidservant beside Xiao Furong dared to speak, "Princess, please don't listen to her nonsense. I think she is trying to sow discord between you and the Madam and the Marquis."

Xiao Furong's eyes were dull and she didn't completely believe what Song Qingcheng said.

Her mother was a maid who came with her biological mother as a dowry. How could she be like what Song Qingcheng said?

How could her mother plot against her? How could she harm her? It's absolutely impossible! It's absolutely impossible!

She liked the painter on her own initiative, and her mother hid the fact for her only because she loved her and couldn't bear to see her being scolded by her father. Even when she eventually had a relationship with the painter, her mother never blamed her at all and even took care of everything for her afterwards.

It was because she thought the teacher was boring that she asked her mother to send him away.

It was because being well-educated and well-mannered was too tiring for her that she didn't want to study.

What does it have to do with my mother and sister.......!!

Song Qingcheng must have wanted to make her unhappy and was talking nonsense just to disgust her. She absolutely could not be fooled.

"Xiu'er, don't worry. I can tell right from wrong and I will never believe what she says!"

Xiao Furong looked at Song Qingcheng's back and snorted coldly. She quickly tidied her appearance and still looked like a proud peacock as she headed towards the inner courtyard of Zhaixing Tower.

There was a gleam of light in Xiu'er's eyes.

Xiu'er is a first-class maid serving Xiao Furong's stepmother in the Diannan Marquis Mansion. She is responsible for supervising Xiao Furong's every move in the capital.

Today's events were beyond the control of the mistress. She had to pass the news back to southern Yunnan as soon as possible to avoid ruining the mistress's good deeds.

Fortunately, it now seems that the princess did not believe the words of that bitch Song Qingcheng.

Why does Song Qingcheng know so much? She has clearly never been to southern Yunnan, so why does she know it in such detail, as if she had seen it with her own eyes?

It was obvious that the mistress did all these things perfectly.

This is really strange.

Could it be that there is a traitor around the mistress?

Xiao Furong sat in her seat, her thoughts rushing into her mind uncontrollably, and she didn't even notice Cao Xiangxiang's provocation.

Her mind is in a mess now.

Her mind was filled with what Song Qingcheng had just said. Although she didn't believe what Song Qingcheng said, those words were like a fishbone stuck in her throat, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Xiu'er noticed Xiao Furong's strangeness and said, "Princess, please stop imagining nonsense!"

"Xiu'er, tell me, why does Song Qingcheng know about Meng Yupeng?"

"Princess! There is no one with the last name Meng! There is no such thing as Meng Yupeng!"

"Are you teaching this princess a lesson?"

"I dare not. I just care about the princess." Xiu'er immediately said respectfully.

"Then answer this princess' question."

Xiu'er was speechless for a moment. She didn't know how Song Qingcheng knew it.

In fact, Song Qingcheng knew about this matter, partly because Xiao Furong’s scandal had become a hot topic in the capital.

But that was only a rough estimate. The reason why Song Qingcheng knew so much detail was because one time when she was bored and looking for some strange stories to read in Pei Huaizhi's study, she read a thick Records of Officials of the Great Wei Dynasty.

At that time, she felt that Pei Huaizhi was just a wooden man who only knew how to handle official business and didn't like her very much. However, she didn't know why Pei Huaizhi allowed her to enter and leave the study freely, even though no one was allowed to approach it, and never restricted her.

Sometimes, when he was not around, she would go to the study and find some popular storybooks or travel notes about mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

She felt that people who might be geniuses all had some quirks, and these were Pei Huaizhi's quirks.

But it did help her pass the time.

After that, her relationship with Pei Huaizhi seemed to become increasingly distant. She spent most of her time serving her mother-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law, uncles, and aunts, and visited them less frequently.

But at that time, she curiously opened the official records, and the contents of each entry were simply