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

Being shy would seem hypocritical.

Song Qingcheng simply took a deep breath and her mind worked even faster, trying to think of something nice to say to comfort Pei Huaizhi.

She pursed her lips and was about to speak.

Pei Huaizhi heard the noise, opened his eyes, and looked at Song Qingcheng in confusion.

Song Qingcheng pretended to cough. Well, it was still a little embarrassing.

"Minister Pei, are you in a good mood now? In fact, there are all kinds of strange things in this world."

Song Qingcheng chose her words seriously, so as not to say anything inappropriate and provoke Pei Huaizhi again.

Pei Huaizhi saw Song Qingcheng's white teeth and red lips, and raised his eyebrows, "Hmm?"

It doesn't matter if I say "hmm". Song Qingcheng's little heart trembled a little with this "hmm".

She suspected that Pei Huaizhi was doing it on purpose. No, he was definitely teasing her on purpose.

Just when Song Qingcheng changed the subject and wanted to tell Pei Huaizhi to stop pretending.

Pei Huaizhi lowered his eyes, looking a little lonely, and directly choked back what Song Qingcheng wanted to say next.

Song Qingcheng felt guilty instantly.

I wonder why I should judge others by my own standards.

Pei Huaizhi's lowered eyes flashed a barely perceptible smile.

He knew what Song Qingcheng meant, probably she was trying to comfort someone.

However, he had already digested all his emotions just now.

Now he was a little curious about how Song Qingcheng wanted to comfort him.

"What do you want to say? Do you pity me?"

Pei Huaizhi was usually a bit cold and didn't seem like a human being. At this moment, Song Qingcheng felt even colder when she heard what Pei Huaizhi said.

In fact, Pei Huaizhi really did it on purpose.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng quickly denied it and said, "Are you worthy of pity?"

"Ok?"

"No, I mean you don't deserve sympathy!" After saying that, Song Qingcheng felt that her own words sounded so awkward. It didn't sound like she was trying to enlighten anyone, but rather like she was gloating over someone else's misfortune.

Unable to explain it clearly, Song Qingcheng simply gave up and changed the subject.

"You know, that's not what I meant. I just said that you are only 20 years old, but you hold a high position, the Minister of Finance of the Wei Dynasty, and the one who holds the purse strings of the entire Wei Dynasty. You are super powerful, okay? There is no need to think about those self-deprecating things."

"What I mean is that when the water is full, it overflows; when the moon waxes, it wanes. You have made such great achievements in the court. If you were a little worse in other areas, such as in kinship, you would just break the law that has existed for thousands of years. If everything were perfect, perhaps you would not be the Minister Pei now."

Pei Huaizhi supported his head with one hand, his pair of dark pupils were so unfathomable that it made Song Qingcheng feel a little scared.

"Um.'

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

She felt that what she said made sense, so why did she just say "hmm"? Did she mean it was an agreement or a disagreement?

"Why don't you speak?"

Pei Huaizhi asked.

He always felt that Song Qingcheng was a very clear-headed person, but she was just over eighteen years old, so why could she see things so clearly?

Song Qingcheng: "Well...what else do you want to say?"

"When will your body return to normal?"

Song Qingcheng was a little speechless and couldn't find the right topic for a moment. She thought of asking so that she could think about the marriage consummation.

Pei Huaizhi glanced at her and said, "It will probably take another month!!"

“One month!”

Song Qingcheng kept the words in her mouth for a few seconds.

"What? Is something wrong?"

Pei Huaizhi asked.

Song Qingcheng shook her head and hadn't figured out how to tell Pei Huaizhi yet.

"If you have nothing to do, go to the study and get some official documents!"

Pei Huaizhi said.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but admire Pei Huaizhi for still having the mood to handle official business even in this situation.

"Go!"

There was no trace of sadness in Pei Huaizhi's pupils, and he spoke calmly to Song Qingcheng.

Pei Huaizhi never allowed servants in the mansion to enter his study.

So, Song Qingcheng had to go there in person.

"Then you wait here for a while."

After Song Qingcheng finished speaking, she went out.

Pei Huaizhi saw Song Qingcheng's somewhat flustered back, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. Some emotional fluctuations were better than none.

At this time, Song Qingcheng went out.

I just happened to see a few heads leaning against the doors and windows, listening to something.

Song Qingcheng was slightly stunned and sighed secretly, "When did you develop the habit of eavesdropping?"

Everyone, "Drink!"

He was obviously startled by the sudden sound.

Nanny Zhang held her chest.

Song Qingcheng: "Mammy, you are also fooling around with them.

Aunt Zhang was a little embarrassed and laughed it off.

"Girl, why are you out again?"

Song Qingcheng curled her lips and said to the people in the room, "I'll go get the paperwork for them."

"Oh, then go quickly and don't delay."

Nanny Zhang urged hurriedly.

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

Pei Huaizhi's study is a little far from Chunhe Hall.

As for the official documents, one of them was handled by Shuqi. Normally, when Shuqi was by Pei Huaizhi's side, they were inseparable. But today, the sun rose from the west, and there was no sign of Shuqi.

When Song Qingcheng entered the study, she suddenly realized that there were several piles of official documents here, which were what Pei Huaizhi needed.

She read through it several times and felt that some of the parts that were not annotated with red ink might be what was needed.

But even without the red ink annotations, there are still many.

Song Qingcheng jumped casually.

Pei Huaizhi's study is very large. To be honest, it is no different from a library.

Song Qingcheng roughly counted the books in the collection and found that there were at least hundreds of thousands of volumes.

Song Qingcheng originally wanted to just take the documents and leave.

Thinking that Pei Huaizhi was handling official business, she was just sitting there idle and didn't know what to say. She didn't have much patience for handling writing.

It’s better to find some travel books to read.

Ah!

Song Qingcheng felt that what she was thinking made sense.

She raised her head high and looked at the highest row of books on the bookshelf, and became interested.

It is placed in such a high place, Pei Huaizhi probably rarely looks at it.

She wanted to see what they were.

She put the paperwork aside and brought the ladder.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and climbed up carefully. This study had a roof for storing books.

Song Qingcheng climbed to the highest point, turned around and looked down, "Huh!"

Fortunately, she is not afraid of heights. Looking down from a high place, it is really high.

Song Qingcheng looked around and saw a thick layer of dust. It seemed that no one had touched this place for a long time.

She blew gently.

"Cough cough!"

Song Qingcheng was choked by the dust that was blown up.

For the first time, she felt that maybe having eyes that are too big is not a good thing. For example, now, she couldn't open her eyes at all.

She felt a little regretful. Wasn't this just looking for trouble?

It took her a lot of effort to open her eyes and look at them row by row.

"Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

Song Qingcheng took out a book from the pile of ancient scrolls and started reading it.

"Clap!"

Something fell from the thick ancient scroll to the ground.

Song Qingcheng looked down when she heard the sound and saw a bright yellow Dingxi. "What is that?"

She took the Classic of Mountains and Seas and carefully went down the ladder.

Song Qingcheng subconsciously picked up the bright yellow silk cloth from the ground and opened it to look at it.

It didn't matter that she just glanced at it, but the words inside made Song Qingcheng stand there in a daze, and her mind went blank for a moment.

For so many years, a secret has been circulating about the death of the late emperor.