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

"what?"

Song Qingcheng looked up at Pei Huaizhi with a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect him to answer so straightforwardly.

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyebrows slightly after saying this. "No one in the Wei Dynasty can force me to do something I don't want to do." This was really arrogant, but when it came to Pei Huaizhi, it inexplicably made people feel unusually reasonable.

Song Qingcheng endured the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat, but didn't want to ask why at this moment. Under Pei Huaizhi's gaze, she silently took a few steps back.

Pei Huaizhi looked at Song Qingcheng, thinking that she would ask again, but he saw that she had no intention of saying anything to him.

What a coward!

Pei Huai's slight exposure to the sun.

Therefore, Song Qingcheng tried hard to calm herself down and pretended to pack up her things. When she looked up, she saw that there were some bloodstains on the gauze on Pei Huaizhi's chest. She thought that the wound was affected by what happened just now.

The ambiguous situation from before came back to her mind again. Song Qingcheng cursed herself inwardly for being so useless and unconsciously fanned her hot cheeks a few times with a round fan.

"Third Master, let me ask someone to change the gauze for you."

Song Qingcheng looked towards Pei Huaizhi, and saw Pei Huaizhi leaning casually on the bed, his white undergarment making him look even more cold and secluded. He just sat there silently, as if he couldn't bear to desecrate the banished immortal.

Who are you seducing?

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyes and looked at her, "Why bother others, just trouble my wife!", in a tone that did not allow for rejection.

Song Qingcheng didn't know why she was being so pretentious. After being stimulated by Pei Huaizhi's words, she became less shy.

Song Qingcheng took the ointment and gauze and changed Pei Huaizhi's wound. She moved quickly and completed the job in just a short while.

The two were very close to each other. When Song Qingcheng looked at him, she couldn't help but think of the time when Pei Huaizhi was still the top scholar. Many young ladies gathered there and had a crush on him. It seemed that there was a reason why so many girls liked him now.

This cold and abstinent temperament, coupled with an impeccable face and the identity of a high-spirited minister close to the emperor, would most likely be liked by a young girl who is ignorant of the ways of the world.

Song Qingcheng curled her lips. She must have been obsessed with this face in her previous life.

It was past midnight, and Pei Huaizhi knew that she was a little sleepy, so he didn't embarrass her anymore. He just said calmly, "If you get bullied in the future, don't hide it from me. Go and have a rest."

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything for a long time.

She didn't expect Pei Huaizhi to say this, as if in her past life or this life, she had never wanted to rely on him.

All night without incident.

During this time, he did not fulfill his duties. He stood up and secretly checked Pei Huaizhi's breath several times to make sure that he was still breathing before returning to his Arhat bed to rest.

*

The next day, the morning light was dim, the sun was rising in the east, and was about to set south.

Pei Huaizhi suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the culprit Song Qingcheng who had not yet woken up. His breathing became a little rapid. He raised his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows.

My usually clear mind was now full of thoughts, passing through all kinds of beautiful fragments in the dream, heavy breathing, soft peaks, and a myriad of entanglements. I lost all reason until finally the sudden rain stopped.

Pei Huaizhi was a little annoyed. Just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly stunned. The sticky feeling in his lower body made him quickly look at his clothes. With just one look, he quickly pulled the quilt beside him to his legs to cover his lower body. He was very shocked. It seemed that the Qingxin Jue before going to bed was recited in vain. He actually...

Perhaps she heard the noise, Song Qingcheng woke up quietly like a sleeping crabapple in spring, her tenderness and charm mixed together, unusually harmonious.

Pei Huaizhi's breathing became heavier.

When Song Qingcheng woke up completely, she saw Pei Huaizhi with a bad look on his face.

Before she could say anything, Pei Huaizhi said in a cold voice with a hint of hoarseness, "Get out!"

Song Qingcheng thought that this man was a little too heartless. She was still worried and got up several times to look after him at night.

"hurry up!"

Pei Huaizhi's voice sounded a little strange. She wondered what was wrong with him, packed up a little, and went out, not forgetting to look back a few more times.

Why is this person acting so strangely so early in the morning?

Pei Huaizhi waited until Song Qingcheng left before he sat up again and went to the next room.

When Song Qingcheng walked not far away, she saw the servants preparing hot water and entering the study, while another servant took out the dirty clothes.

At this moment, something suddenly popped into her mind.

Her changed underwear was still in the second bathroom of the study. Was it too late to go and pick it up now? Song Qingcheng paced back and forth in the yard for several circles, but in the end she was too embarrassed to go.

A servant passing by said, "Madam Third Young Master, did you lose something?"

Song Qingcheng: “….”

*

Song Qingcheng returned to Chunhetang and gave a few more instructions. Xia He and the others then helped Song Qingcheng dress up again.

"Girl, please let us follow you."

Dongmei said.

Song Qingcheng sighed, "If we were going south to travel, I would have brought you along, but that's not possible right now. You also have to help me keep an eye on things in the capital. Compared to going south with me, things in the capital are more important. Do you understand?"

Dongmei nodded. "Don't worry, young lady. I understand."

Everything is ready.

Pei Huaizhi was injured, so he rode in the carriage first. Song Qingcheng originally wanted to ride alone, but because she had to take care of Pei Huaizhi, she had to ride with him.

Song Qingcheng only brought Chunyu with her when she went to Jiangnan, and the other girls stayed in Chunhetang to take care of the affairs in the capital. In particular, according to her memory in her previous life, the canal issue would be put on the agenda soon. According to her previous life, she was supposed to stay in the capital, but in this life, the emperor had no idea what was wrong with him and insisted that she go with him. If she went to Jiangnan this time, she would definitely not be able to take care of things, so someone in the capital would naturally have to take care of her.

In addition, Pei Huaizhi's trip to the south this time was for official business. If she went to great lengths, she might be criticized, so it would be better for her to keep a low profile.

She was not worried about Xie's troubles with Chunhetang. Given Pei Huaizhi's shrewdness, he must have arranged some trusted men in the capital to mediate for him in the court, and there would naturally be people in the mansion to take care of him.

Nanny Zhang was worried and repeatedly told Song Qingcheng to take good care of herself and the Third Master, and it would be best if she could have a child, then she would be relieved.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

Dongmei and the others were naturally reluctant to leave and stood aside wiping their tears.

Song Qingcheng comforted her a few more words.

After a while Shuqi came over to urge them, probably because the person in the carriage had lost his patience.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to lift her skirt and quickly get into the carriage.

Pei Huaizhi was still half leaning on the wall of the carriage, holding a pen in his slender and well-proportioned hand but not putting it down for a long time. The small table in front of him was piled with official documents that needed to be processed. She even wondered if he was the only one left in the court.