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

It turned out to be the fourth daughter of the Pei family again!

He frowned slightly and looked at Pei Huairu with cold eyes. How could Pei Fan be so lax in managing his family? The women in the family didn't know the rules either!

So annoying!

Pei Huairu saw Wei Shao riding a maroon horse. He was young and handsome, a little different from the young masters of the aristocratic families in the capital. The man in front of her looked even more handsome, like a peerless hero.

Pei Huairu's heart skipped a few beats, and she pinched her throat and said, "Prince Yan..."

Wei Shao suddenly felt irritated. Without waiting for the man on the horse to say anything else, he squeezed the horse's belly hard and hit the horse hard with the whip in his hand.

"drive!"

The horse under him suddenly felt pain, neighed, raised its hooves, and galloped forward, leaving a trail of dust behind.

Pei Huairu was standing in the rising dust at this time, coughing and crying, looking extremely embarrassed.

When the dust settled, there was no trace of King Yan anymore, only the dusty Pei Huairu was left.

Pei Huairu stamped her feet in grievance, not knowing why His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan disliked her so much.

She couldn't figure out why she was inferior to Song Qingcheng.

Pei Huairu not only failed to speak to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, but was extremely embarrassed. She returned to the carriage angrily, lifted the curtain and sat in.

Wang Zhirou exclaimed when she saw them, "Sister Ru, how did you do this? Why are you covered in dust?"

Pei Huairu would naturally not say such a shameful thing, she just said hatefully: "I just fell accidentally, sister-in-law, don't worry"!

"Be careful next time, I said I'd go with you!"

"Sister-in-law, stop talking, let's go"

"But your third sister-in-law hasn't come back yet?" Wang Zhirou said.

"Why are you still waiting for her? She might have already gone back."

In fact, on the way back, she saw Song Qingcheng coming towards the door from afar.

"this......"

When Pei Huairu thought of the way the King of Yan looked at Song Qingcheng, and then thought of his attitude towards her, she felt a strong sense of disparity, which made her very angry. She lifted the curtain of the carriage again and shouted at the coachman: "Let's go!"

There were three masters when they came, but when they left, there was one third lady missing. The driver asked, "Which third lady?"

Before she could finish her words, Pei Huairu was already furious. "You little dog slave, you don't even listen to me. I told you to leave, so you left. Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you keep talking nonsense, you'll lose your life!"

Seeing that Pei Huairu was already angry, the coachman didn't care about anything else. He sat on the edge of the carriage, raised the whip, and left quickly. After all, his life was the most important, so he didn't care whether the guests were all there or not.

If the Third Master blamed him, he would have to tell the truth. How could a servant like him make the decisions on his master's affairs?

When Song Qingcheng arrived at the gate of the martial arts arena, she found that the Pei Mansion's carriage that was originally parked at the gate was gone.

Although she already knew the answer in her heart, she still asked the guarding soldiers.

The soldier replied respectfully: "The carriage of Pei Mansion has left half a quarter of an hour ago!"

As expected, all the carriages from the Pei Mansion had left, leaving only her behind.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng was no longer panicked. The other party left her here and wanted her to suffer, but it depended on whether she was willing to suffer.

The sun was scorching hot that day, and the heat rising from the ground seemed to melt people. However, if you stay here for a while longer, you will definitely get heatstroke and pass out.

The martial arts arena is on the outskirts of Beijing. It takes an hour to get back to Beijing by carriage. If she walks back, she might not be able to get back until dark.

It would be possible to borrow a horse from the garrison, as it would be faster to return to the capital on horseback, but going back so easily would be too easy for the people who left her here.

Besides, the sun is scorching hot now. There is no shelter on the way back, so she will definitely get sunburned. It is better to wait here. Anyway, she will set off for Jiangnan tomorrow. As long as Pei Huaizhi can't see her, he will know the truth by asking.

When the important work is delayed, it will depend on whether the other party can bear the responsibility.

She's not leaving yet!

At this time, the soldier guarding the gate saw Song Qingcheng's situation and clasped his hands together, "Are you Madam Pei?"

"You know me?"

Song Qingcheng moved to a shady place and asked.

The soldier at the gate scratched his head in a simple manner, and did not bother to answer Song Qingcheng, and ran into the martial arts arena. Soon, a military officer who seemed to be the leader followed behind him. The man took two steps at a time and walked to Song Qingcheng, "Madam Pei, please follow me..."

The guest rooms in the martial arts arena are a place for people to rest.

Song Qingcheng did not move. Although she knew there would probably be no danger, she still had to be on guard against others.

Perhaps seeing Song Qingcheng's concerns, the head of the guard said, "Please rest assured, Madam. Lord Pei saved my life. My family encountered an unexpected change and I was almost hacked to death. It was Lord Pei who saved me and found me this job!"

"Just now, when Lord Pei was fighting against the Tatar warriors, I was right beside him, so I know Madam Pei!"

"Madam, why don't you come in and stay for a while? I'll send someone to prepare a carriage to take you back!"

Song Qingcheng understood that it was Pei Huaizhi's help again.

Sometimes one has to admit that her current situation is that a wife's status depends on her husband.

"Then he was there just now? Why did he recognize me?"

Song Qingcheng asked.

"Well, he's not here, but she told me there was a fairy-like woman at the door. I think it was Madam Pei, so I hurried over!"

Song Qingcheng: “….”

Song Qingcheng asked, "May I ask your name, sir?"

"Ma'am, please don't be so polite. My last name is Zhang and my given name is Jin."

"Don't bother General Zhang to prepare a carriage, just prepare a clean room."

"It's Madam!"

She has been bullied time and again, it seems like she really needs to be taught a lesson.

Song Qingcheng narrowed her beautiful almond eyes dangerously.

*

The Pei Mansion's carriage traveled a long way, but Wang Zhirou always felt uneasy.

"Are you sure your third sister-in-law went back with the other carriages?" If this went wrong, she suddenly remembered how cruel her third uncle Pei Huaizhi was in front of His Majesty. The curse of "whoever insults my wife shall die" lingered over her head like a spell. This was no joke. If Song Qingcheng was really left in the martial arts field, who knows what her third uncle would do. Wang Zhirou broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

He wished he could turn his horse around and go see if Song Qingcheng had left the martial arts arena. It was also his fault that he didn't go to see for himself before leaving.

At this moment, I can only ask Pei Huairu repeatedly.

Pei Huairu insisted again and again that she did not see anyone in the martial arts arena, so Wang Zhirou felt a little relieved.

*

Pei Huaizhi had been in a semi-comatose state. The wound on his chest had been bandaged and was no longer bleeding. The carriage was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with a complex smell of herbs, making it difficult to breathe. He forced himself to hold on to his remaining energy and looked around, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see in the huge carriage.