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

"The Queen Mother, Princess Deyang, Mrs. Xie, and Duke Pei should all know your identity!"

Song Qingcheng told Pei Huaizhi everything she knew and might know!

"They don't have any substantial evidence, so they won't say anything. Even if they do, it can be called a rumor. Aren't there enough rumors in this world?"

"When everything is settled, it will be the time for Emperor Wei to announce to the world that he has killed his brother and usurped the throne!"

Pei Huaizhi said this in a flat tone, but Song Qingcheng, who had been worried, felt much more relieved!

Song Qingcheng nodded, "Pei Huaizhi, I believe you!"

Pei Huaizhi pulled the corner of his lips, "You must keep the will well! Don't let it appear when it shouldn't be seen."

"I'll keep it! Just trust me like that!!"

"You are my wife, why shouldn't I believe it? In this world, apart from Master, you are the one that I, Pei Huaizhi, have mistakenly become close to, right?"

Song Qingcheng suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and she was the only one who knew what Pei Huaizhi had given up.

It's not just the identity of the late emperor's orphan, but also the supreme power that is within reach!

Pei Huaizhi walked to the window. There was wind blowing outside the window, and the small yellow buds that had just emerged looked extremely fragile.

"Manman, look, the wind is about to blow!"

"Well, the wind is going to blow!"

Song Qingcheng followed Pei Huaizhi's gaze.

Throughout history, there has always been a change of political power, involving bloodshed and sacrifice.

The two were silent for a long time.

Pei Huaizhi asked, "Manman, are you afraid?"

For the first time, Song Qingcheng took the initiative to hold Pei Huaizhi's hand. Perhaps it was because Pei Huaizhi's body had not recovered yet, his fingertips were cold.

Pei Huaizhi turned his head and looked back at her, his pupils full of disbelief. He listened to Song Qingcheng saying, "I am not afraid at all now. Pei Huaizhi, I have always been worried that the General's Mansion would be plotted against by His Majesty because of its great achievements."

"My father has always been loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and would never do anything to rebel. Even if His Majesty deliberately framed him, my parents and brother would only say, 'If the emperor wants me to die, I have to die,' and then thank the emperor for his grace and then happily go to die."

"Pei Huaizhi!"

'Hmm?' It was rare for the two of them to talk calmly like today.

Song Qingcheng thought carefully and realized that the General's Mansion was still safe and sound now because Pei Huaizhi's mediation with the Emperor of Wei gave the General's Mansion a chance to breathe.

After all, the small court in Nanjing was growing bigger and bigger, the governor of Jiangnan had his own army and was very powerful, the emperor's edicts could not reach Nanjing, and there was already a trend of separatism between the north and the south.

The governor of Jiangnan wanted to be a local emperor and refused to pay taxes. Pei Huaizhi took the opportunity to propose a new land account, clearly showing the governor's ambition to the Emperor of Wei.

The Emperor of Wei was suspicious by nature and could not tolerate this. Pei Huaizhi drew the Emperor's attention to the two of them.

That's probably why the Emperor of Wei had no time to take care of the General's Mansion.

How much effort and planning would it take to make the Emperor of Wei let go completely?

However, Song Qingcheng had never thought about it carefully before. Perhaps she was trying to escape, as if as long as she got closer to Pei Huai, she would be betraying her previous self.

So no matter what Pei Huaizhi did, she selectively ignored it.

She always said that she wanted to be free and live passionately in her new life, but she had never been Song Qingcheng in her previous life.

Song Qingcheng couldn't get straight to the point, so naturally she couldn't resolve the rift between them.

Song Qingcheng secretly suppressed her emotions and continued, "In the eyes of the Wei Emperor, a prosperous age does not need generals, and treason is the fastest way to destroy a general. It even requires forging a letter, and there is no need to distinguish the authenticity."

"Now, there is no need to worry. Even if the time comes to start a rebellion in the future, Daddy will uphold orthodoxy and will not go against the beliefs in Daddy's heart!"

It seems that all problems have been solved.

Pei Huaizhi was indeed a little flattered, and his expression froze slightly.

In an instant, an idea seemed to flash through Song Qingcheng's mind.

Maybe I misunderstood Pei Huaizhi in my previous life.

Because all the important information about Pei Huai came from others.

From the Xie family, from Xie Wan Ning!

Including when she was still alive, Xie Wan Ning came to her bedside to assert her sovereignty, show off his power, and told her that Pei Huaizhi planned to marry her as his second wife immediately after her death.

All of this came from Xie Wan Ning's mouth. Where was Pei Huaizhi at that time?

Song Qingcheng was not sure whether Pei Huaizhi was in Shangjing or not.

At that time, it was too chaotic.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng was different, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi, opened her lips slightly a few times, but swallowed her words.

Pei Huaizhi knew nothing now, so even if she asked, what could she get out of him?

Whatever the truth is, there is no way to verify it after a lifetime.

"Don't you think this purse is ugly?"

Song Qingcheng saw the purse on Pei Huaizhi's waist again. This purse was embroidered by her.

Now that Hua Xiangrong has returned, Xiuniang is very good at displaying flowers, trees, spirits and animals that she displays are lifelike.

Song Qingcheng drew many pictures for Xiuniang.

Xiuniang's unique skill is double-sided embroidery. In gratitude to Song Qingcheng for saving her life, she generously gave her own creation, Xiuhong, to Hua Xiangrong's people.

However, even though the techniques have been taught, they still require years of practice.

So even if Xiuniang accepted an apprentice, the one who embroidered the best was still Xiuniang.

Talent and hard work are both indispensable.

All the ladies in the capital were vying to get the things embroidered by Hua Xiangrong.

Orders with a large number of items will have to be placed until the year after next.

Moreover, Song Qingcheng also ordered that everything Hua Xiangrong took out must be embroidered with a hibiscus flower.

Like a lotus emerging from water, even if someone imitates the style of Hua Xiangrong's clothes, just by taking a look at the hibiscus flowers on the clothes, one can tell at a glance who is wearing the authentic one and who is wearing the fake one.

As a result, some wealthy women in the backyard would rather spend more money to buy a decent flower.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Hua Xiangrong is making a fortune every day now!

But that’s all in the past. What Song Qingcheng wanted was to ask Xiuniang to embroider a nice piece for Pei Huaizhi.

To replace her ugly purse that might even embarrass Pei Huaizhi, she had to admit that she did have some bad intentions at the time!

Since I have decided to try to live in peace with Pei Huaizhi, I have to show some consideration for him!

"I'll ask Xiuniang to embroider another one for you!"

Song Qingcheng said, "This one is a bit ugly...it's old!"

Pei Huaizhi looked at the thing on his waist and said, "It's really a bit ugly!"

Song Qingcheng sighed. As expected, Pei Huaizhi knew everything!

"Then... just take it off!"

"But beautiful things are all the same, while ugly things are unique! I think uniqueness is good!"

Song Qingcheng, "…………?"

Song Qingcheng just wanted to dispel the tense atmosphere...