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

Shen Tanxiang was too timid to speak. Everything that happened just now became a joke that got her slapped in the face. Pei Huaiming looked dejected and stopped crying. The whole Ninghe Hall was filled with gloom.

Xie couldn't let her own son die. She suddenly remembered something, and a gloomy look flashed across her well-maintained face. She turned around, grabbed Xie Fan's arm and said, "Master, how about we let Huai Zhi come forward?"

Xie Fan was stunned for a moment, "Huaizhi is not in the Ministry of Rites, and he will be leaving for Jiangnan tomorrow, how can he replace Ming'er?"

Xie leaned close to Pei Fan's ear and whispered a few words, "Huai Zhi's status is not as good as..."

"Stupid!" Pei Fan was shocked and frowned, "Don't say that again. Tomorrow's matter may not end in death, but based on what you said just now, my family is guilty of the heinous crime of confiscating the family property and destroying the ancestors!"

Wang Zhirou and the others were confused by Pei Fan's words. They didn't know what he meant, but they felt frightened for no reason.

This successfully provoked Mrs. Xie's anger. After all, it was flesh falling from her body. The Tatars were cruel and ruthless. It was rumored that they would eat human flesh alive. How could she let her own son go? Her face fell, "I don't care. You go find Huaizhi to find a solution. Anyway, my son can't go."

"Yes, father-in-law, Third Uncle is a very popular person in front of His Majesty, there must be a way."

Shen Tanxiang also echoed.

Pei Huaiming crawled to Pei Fan's side and said, "Dad, my third brother must have a way. Can you talk to him?"

In fact, when Xie spoke, he was already shaken in his heart, and he could only count on Huaizhi.

"Someone, go to Chunjing Hall and invite the third room over," Pei Fan ordered.

*

At the same time, Song Qingcheng waited for Shen Tanxiang to leave, sat for a while, and then returned to Chunjingtang.

All the chores before going to Jiangnan have been basically dealt with, and they are waiting to set off early tomorrow morning. To be honest, she hasn't seen Pei Huaizhi for several days.

This man was really relieved and didn't worry that she wouldn't pack his clothes.

"Third Grandma, the Master and the Madam invite you and the Third Master to go to Ninghe Hall."

The maid said respectfully while standing in the porch.

Song Qingcheng really didn't want to go. What could happen in the backyard? It was nothing but trivial matters. "Third Master, he hasn't come back from the office yet. Otherwise, wait for him to come back."

The maid was in a dilemma, "Then Third Madam, you should go first, otherwise I will be hard pressed to explain." After saying this, she knelt on the ground, folded her hands together, touched her forehead to the ground, and respectfully invited again.

Song Qingcheng was a typical person who would only respond to soft words and not to hard ones. It was difficult for her to refuse now. "Hey, get up. I'll go right away."

*

Household Department.

For some unknown reason, officials of all ranks who walked by Pei Huaizhi would secretly glance at her waist from time to time.

I wonder what kind of important thing is the sachet embroidered with two fat babies on Lord Pei's body. It can make Lord Pei, who is always mature and has a calm temperament, wear such a childish thing out of his usual habit. The contrast is really curious.

Just as his colleague glanced at his waist for the 108th time, Pei Huaizhi's eyes met his.

"Master Li, what's wrong with me?"

Pei Huaizhi's voice was emotionless, and the man called Lord Li didn't sound annoyed when he heard it.

It’s not right. It’s absolutely not right.

Lord Li, who was caught, thought awkwardly, but how could he say this? Lord Pei seemed to like the fat baby sachet around his waist very much.

But he was really curious, but actually even a three-year-old child in his family wouldn't carry something like this.

He smiled awkwardly, "Master Pei, the sachet on your waist is very... very unique."

Pei Huaizhi lowered his head and looked, a faint smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Lord Li opened his eyes wide in disbelief. This was unbelievable. Lord Pei laughed.

When Pei Huaizhi raised his head, he had regained his usual calmness. "It's just that my wife sent it to keep me safe. If Lord Li likes it, then Madam Li should go to Wanzhao Temple to ask for one."

The corners of Lord Li's eyes kept twitching. The sachet didn't look like it was for blessing safety, but rather for praying for a child.

He glanced at Pei Huaizhi, and considering that Pei Huaizhi had been late for court for the first time recently, he already understood.

"Master Pei is still young, some things cannot be rushed,"

Now it was Pei Huaizhi's turn to be confused, but he was too lazy to find out and just nodded.

Just at this time, Shi Mo brought a stack of documents.

"Excuse me!" Then he went to handle official business.

Li Dada looked at Yu Shulin's back and couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that such a talented young man would also have troubles."

Pei Huaizhi was in the Ministry of Revenue, but some of the memorials drafted by the Hanlin Academy would still be sent in. One of them was to accuse the Tatars of their rampant behavior since they entered the capital, showing that the laws of the Wei Dynasty were of no consequence and that they even committed violence in the streets. Each and every one of them was a naked contempt and was outrageous.

When he read to the end, his brows were furrowed like a sharp blade, just because he saw Pei Huaiming's appointment. His thoughts turned and he understood most of the tricks. Someone wanted to use roundabout means to delay his trip to Jiangnan.

A hint of sternness flashed in Pei Huaizhi's eyes. The governor of Jiangnan, Tatar, who is that person in the court?

At this time, Shuqi came in to report that the Duke was here to ask people to go back because he had something urgent to discuss.

Pei Huaizhi had already guessed what it was.

"Go home!"

*

When Song Qingcheng arrived at Ninghe Hall, she thought it would be a joyous atmosphere, but unexpectedly it was full of gloom and sorrow. This was somewhat beyond her expectations. Could it be that she was wrong? She was not the one who was asked to discuss how to celebrate for the second house.

She walked slowly into Ninghe Hall. Shen Tanxiang's dark red gauze skirt made her look bright and beautiful before, but now she looked like a yellow flower hit by frost. She sat aside with a sad face, while the second master Pei Huaiming beside her looked even more dejected.

What happened? She looked at her grandmother Wang Zhirou, who just shook her head. The uncle Pei Huailiang beside her sat there with a dull look on his face, but the wrinkles on his forehead were so tightly wrinkled that he looked like he could pretend to kill a mosquito.

Song Qingcheng's heart sank. Almost all the people in the mansion were here, except Pei Huaizhi. I wonder if anything happened to him. But in his previous life, Pei Huaizhi was alive and well.

Song Qingcheng greeted the two of them.

Xie said to people: "Why are you so busy?"

Pei Fan was very polite. "Please sit down, Third Daughter-in-law. I heard that you were ill a few days ago, but you are feeling better now."

Song Qingcheng remained calm, "Thank you for your concern, father-in-law. I am much better now. It's just that the doctor told me to keep my mind clear so that I can recover quickly."

"Huaizhi will be back soon."

"Um"

Song Qingcheng responded.