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

Shen Tanxiang sat directly on the armchair. She used to always say some nice words to flatter Xie, but now she was too lazy to say them. She felt that her status was different now, and if anyone wanted to be served, it should be the eldest sister-in-law.

She was feeling proud and wanted to make Wang Zhirou laugh.

Xie asked the maid beside her to serve her a sip of tea. She scanned the area and finally stopped at Shen Tanxiang. She pointed her finger lightly and said, "Come here!"

Grandma Wang Zhirou was secretly happy.

Second Madam Shen Tanxiang looked incredulous and said to Xie, "The Second Master is now the Minister of the Ministry of Rites", why did he still need her to serve him?

She sat in the armchair without moving.

Mrs. Xie said willfully: "It's my son's ability, what does it have to do with you, a woman? If you hadn't been a foxy woman clinging to Erlang and letting him always stick to you, my son would have been the Shangshu of the six ministries."

"Look at you, you are dressed like a colorful chicken, you have no dignity at all, it's really annoying"

Xie didn't give any face at all. She was already very angry that Song Qingcheng didn't listen to her, and now the second branch wanted to learn from the third branch. It was simply disrespectful.

After being a daughter-in-law for many years and finally becoming a mother-in-law, she absolutely cannot allow any one or two people to surpass her.

Xie said impatiently, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up, you have no respect for your elders!"

Shen Tanxiang gritted her teeth, walked forward, stood beside Xie, and served tea.

"You are so clumsy, you want to burn me to death"

Xie was deliberately looking for trouble.

Shen Tanxiang cursed inwardly, "Old hag!". She was already wearing something very complicated today, and the wide sleeves were very inconvenient. She had to raise her hands higher, and soon her hands became sore and tired that the hand holding the teacup was shaking.

Xie glanced at him sideways and began to blame him: "You are so clumsy. You can't do anything right."

Second wife Shen Tanxiang almost cried. This Xie was not a normal person. She didn't even have the chance to speak for herself regarding the power of housekeeper.

Grandma Wang Zhirou was delighted and no longer jealous. Even if her husband got a promotion, she still had to serve her mother-in-law as always.

"Now that Erlang has been promoted, he needs a more stable servant. My maid Cuiyu is an excellent one. I will make the decision and let her be Erlang's concubine."

"Bang!"

Shen Tanxiang's hands trembled when she heard this, and she dropped the teacup on the ground, "How can this be possible?"

"Why is this not okay? There is no man in this world who doesn't have three wives and four concubines. Why is it that it's not okay for you? Cuiyu is a house-born girl. She is no cleaner than the girls out there. How can you be so jealous?"

Shen Tanxiang was originally afraid of Xie, and even though she was unwilling now, she was still powerless.

My heart is bleeding. If a woman has feelings for a man, how could she tolerate him taking a concubine? She is just being generous.

At this time, the eldest grandmother Wang Zhirou was watching the situation, fearing that Xie would notice her, and she also prepared a concubine for the eldest master.

But who is Xie?

If you don't make your daughter-in-law unhappy, she will not be happy.

"Hongyu beside me is also a good girl, so let her be Dalang's concubine."

Grandma Wang Zhirou resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Well, now it's fair. Each of them can take one back. Her mother-in-law would be annoying.

At this moment, a shrill, hopeless voice came from inside.

"Mother, my dear mother, please save your son's life"

Pei Huaiming stumbled in, not even a bit of his usual elegance.

Shen Tanxiang stepped forward quickly, "Second Master, what are you doing?" She was startled. Could it be that he was demoted just after being promoted? She was still hoping that he could fight for her to be a royal consort.

Xie Shi was also obviously worried: "My son, what's wrong with you? Didn't you just get promoted? You should be happy about it. Why are you crying?"

Pei Huaizhi knelt down at Xie's feet and buried his head in Xie's arms.

"Mom, you don't know, this is not about getting promoted or making money, this is about taking your son's life," Pei Huaiming said with tears in his eyes.

"The emperor values ​​you, why would he ask you to kill you? Are you so happy that you are confused?"

Xie couldn't figure it out.

Shen Tanxiang stood by and was anxious, and her mother-in-law had no say in this.

Pei Huaiming said fiercely: "Mother, you don't know that this time my son is welcoming a Tatar envoy. The Tatars are cruel and unreasonable. If I, the newly promoted Honglu Temple Minister, fail to handle the situation well, if the two countries go to war, my son's life will be gone."

Shen Tanxiang was poured with a bucket of cold water, and her heart was chilled to the bone. She could no longer be happy. It was truly a case of one thought to heaven and one thought to hell. She kept muttering, "How could this be?" She felt like she was falling into an ice cellar, with such extreme joy and sorrow that she almost fainted.

The head wet nurse Shen Tanxiang couldn't help but be shocked. Although she didn't understand state affairs, she knew everything about the Tatars like a three-year-old child. They had always been at odds with Wei, so this time their mission might not be that simple.

If something goes wrong with the Second Master, it will not only affect the Second House but also the entire Duke's Mansion. What should we do?

Xie shouted: "Come here, quickly hand the master back."

He then comforted the frightened Pei Huaiming.

Before the Master was called back, a servant from the mansion came hurriedly, saying that the Tatars had sent a visiting card, wanting to fight with the Second Master in the martial arts arena. The visiting card said that if the envoy of the Minister of the Ministry of Rites won, the Tatars would unconditionally agree to the negotiations between the two countries, withdraw 3,000 miles from Yanmen Pass, and promise not to harass the border for five years.

If the Tatars won, not only would they require the princess of Wei to marry a Tatar, but they would also require Wei to personally provide them with the raw silk, salt, tea, porcelain, and medical skills they needed.

The two sides will fight to the death, and the winner will be decided in one battle.

The conditions were so tempting that the Emperor of Wei had no reason to refuse.

But the Queen was worried, because the previous Minister of the Ministry of Rites was a distant nephew of her mother's family. The Queen could not bear to see her own people go to die, so she begged His Majesty to pick someone from the Ministry of Rites.

The emperor did not personally appoint a candidate, and the empress used some tricks to choose Pei Huaiming.

This is the Hongmen Banquet. Pei Huaiming is a typical young man from an aristocratic family. He doesn't know any martial arts. If he goes there, he will either die or get injured.

Pei Huaiming looked ashen, "What should I do, mother?"

This happened so quickly that there was no time to breathe.

"Master, you are back"

Xie was already extremely anxious, and Shen Tanxiang was even more flustered. She said, "At worst, we won't go. Isn't it okay to admit defeat? We can't go and die knowing that we are going there."

"Shut up!"

Pei Fan's face was dark. "On my way back, this matter had spread all over the capital. Do you want to make our Duke's Mansion a laughing stock?"

"Father, being a laughing stock is better than losing your life."

"Do you think you can just not go if you don't want to? This matter has already been made clear to His Majesty. If you don't go, you will be deserting the battlefield. Do you know what the consequences will be?"