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

Grandma Wang Zhirou sat on one side and lifted the curtain to look out. Pei Huairu on the opposite side looked at Song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng's appearance was indeed outstanding. Today she wore a pink double-breasted gauze skirt. The sky-blue cloud shoulders under the stand-up collar were outlined with fine lines to create a fresh and elegant peony. Her skin was whiter than that of the women in the capital. This light color made her skin look like snow, and her beauty was actually a bit ostentatious. Moreover, Song Qingcheng was obviously slender and tall, but her chest was magnificent, which was very ostentatious and eye-catching. She was very jealous and envious. She finally understood why His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan was so deeply in love with her.

"Third sister-in-law, you are dressed so extravagantly today. I wonder if third brother likes it." Pei Huaizhi usually attaches great importance to rules. He is a low-key and introverted person and never likes to show off.

Song Qingcheng sneered, "Whether Third Master likes it or not is none of my business. I just like it. And do you think Third Master is as carefree as you?"

"you!"

Pei Huairu was choked for a moment, "Sister-in-law, you are dressed so showy, aren't you worried about my brother? Today my brother is facing the Tatars."

Song Qingcheng wanted to pay attention to her, but she didn't know it would never end. She didn't get angry but laughed, "Worried? I don't think Fourth Sister is too worried, otherwise she wouldn't be in the mood to care what I wear, right?"

Pei Huairu didn't get any benefit in front of Song Qingcheng, so she turned her head away and said, "Third sister-in-law should dress more simply. Anyway, don't be so ostentatious."

"If I were dressed in rags, everyone would think I would be a widow after today. Today I have to support the Third Master."

Song Qingcheng knew that her sister-in-law was deliberately making trouble just because of the incident with Prince Yan last time.

After Pei Huairu left the ancestral hall, she sent several messages to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, but they were all returned by His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. It seemed that he was holding a grudge against her.

In late summer, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. She waved the round fan in her hand to drive away the heat, and she was unwilling to talk to Pei Huairu. Pei Huairu was disappointed and wanted to say more, but was stopped by her grandmother Wang Zhirou.

"Stop talking, we'll be here soon"

Wang Zhirou was the oldest among them, and she usually practiced her dignity as the head of the family. Pei Huairu gave her face and stopped talking.

*

The sun was rising high in the martial arts arena. Although it was not midsummer yet, it was already very scorching. Fortunately, the area was open and there was a summer breeze, so it was not too hot. Flags were fluttering on both sides of the martial arts arena, as if heralding the tragic events that were about to unfold.

In the morning, Pei Huaizhi came with them, so he must have arrived early, but Song Qingcheng looked around and did not see him.

To the north of the gleaming imperial tent, along both sides were the tents of dignitaries stretching for a long distance. Both sides of the tents were already full of people. It was obvious that the fight with the Tatars this time was no longer a trivial matter of personal fight, but a major event concerning the national system. All the civil and military officials in the court attached great importance to it, and even many officials' families were present.

The tent of Duke Pei's mansion is closest to the arena in the middle, so anything that happens can be seen clearly.

General Song, Madam Song, and Song Qingcheng's two brothers also arrived. Seeing her daughter coming over, Madam Song couldn't help but comfort her: "Huaizhi will be fine, don't worry"

Song Qingcheng nodded.

The second brother said: "Don't worry, Manman, these Tatars don't think we are the Song army just for free. If anything happens to my brother-in-law today, I will tear that worthless warrior into pieces."

Song Qingcheng was moved, and thought of Pei Fan and Xie. She felt sad because some family members were not worthy of being the head of the family.

Song Qingcheng nodded, but still reminded her second brother not to act rashly. After all, this matter was not simple. The Song Mansion was in danger now and no mistakes could be made.

Mrs. Song glanced at Song Qingcheng, who looked calm. She didn't know if her daughter was pretending to be calm or if she was really not worried. But she still pushed her son and said, "Pah, pah, pah, what are you talking about? You can't talk, Manman, don't listen to your second brother's nonsense."

There was no change on Song Qingcheng's face. Just like what Pei Huairu had said just now in the carriage, she didn't look worried.

General Song on the side had a longer-term vision than Madam Song and the others. His Majesty needed more people at this time, so he would definitely not watch Huaizhi get into trouble. After all, the trip to Jiangnan still depended on Pei Huaizhi to deal with things.

But he was just worried that Pei Huaizhi was a civil official after all, and the Tatars were always cruel and inhumane. Even if Huaizhi won the Tatars by chance, he would probably be seriously injured. By then, his appointment to Jiangnan would not be delayed for just one day. However, he did have selfish motives and did not want Qingcheng to leave the capital and go to Jinling in Jiangnan. As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge an open spear but difficult to guard against an arrow from the dark. The trip to Jiangnan was too dangerous.

After a while, the Emperor of Wei walked out of the imperial tent.

Everyone shouted long live.

The Emperor of Wei said, "No need to be polite!" and then sat in the center of the north stand, accompanied by several princes. Pei Huaizhi, who had disappeared early in the morning, was also beside him.

The tents for the Pei and Song families' stands were not on the same side, so after paying their respects to the Emperor of Wei, they returned to their own stands.

Xie, Pei Fan and the women of the Pei family have already taken their seats, waiting for the event to begin.

When Song Qingcheng arrived, Xie couldn't help but be sarcastic again, "Your husband is about to go to the battlefield, and you still have the mood to chat and laugh with your family?"

"Don't you have time to criticize me here, Grandma? And why Third Master is here today, Grandma knows it very well."

Xie: "What a sharp-tongued person!"

"Oh! Why don't you say less? We are outside. If someone sees us, they will say that we are the Duke of Pei's mansion and have no rules. We will be embarrassed then."

Pei Fan valued his reputation the most and gave a lecture.

Song Qingcheng had been able to keep her composure, but now she felt inexplicably irritated. She turned to look at the center of the stands, and her deep eyes met Pei Huaizhi's.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she seemed to be able to read Pei Huaizhi's eyes.

He told her not to worry.

Today Pei Huaizhi looks different from the image of a young master from an aristocratic family in the past. He is tall and straight, as straight as a pine tree. A pair of black shorts on him make him less elegant and calm like a scholar, and more capable and loyal like a chivalrous knight. It makes people feel that he is a hidden talent.

People like Pei Huaizhi, who have both excellent looks and talents, are hard to come by in a century.

The Tatar envoy had not arrived yet, and Song Qingcheng's eyes were all on Pei Huaizhi. Although they were not far away, they were not close either, so there was no way for them to talk to each other.

At the same time, two pairs of eyes were looking in her direction at the same time.

Wei Du, King of Yi, and Wei Shao, King of Yan.

From the moment they left the imperial tent and saw Song Qingcheng, they both had their own thoughts.