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

Pei Huaizhi looked up at Song Qingcheng with a complicated expression. He felt a little bit reluctant to see her frowning and looking as if she was ready to die, but wounds were most likely to fester in the summer, so he had to harden his heart, clean the wound, and wait for it to be bandaged.

"Don't let the wound get wet. Just wash it briefly later."

Pei Huaizhi stood up and said, "Do you need it?"

"unnecessary!"

Song Qingcheng said hurriedly with a blush on her pretty face.

Pei Huaizhi knew that she was shy, so he got up and left the bathroom.

When Song Qingcheng came out again, Pei Huaizhi was still wearing the blood-stained clothes. Although the room prepared by the governor of Jizhou was very grand, it only had one bathroom. The bathroom was big enough for two people to bathe together.

The governor of Jeju probably didn't expect that although they were husband and wife, they were not very familiar with each other.

"Third Master, please have someone change the water again."

Pei Huaizhi: “No need!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he got up and went to the bathroom. It seemed that he was going to use a pool of water.

Song Qingcheng's legs were injured, and her hands were not scratched because she had padded them with clothes before, so it did not affect her bathing. But Pei Huaizhi was different. The injuries were all on the upper body. He had pierced a big hole in his palm and chest, and the damn assassin yesterday had pierced a big hole in his arm.

Three big holes! Thanks to his good physique! If it were someone else, he might have been a brave man again in twenty years!

What are these things?

Pei Huai's previous twenty years combined might not have been as miserable as this month.

Perhaps their horoscopes were incompatible. In his previous life, he was unlucky in marriage, and in this next life, she was unlucky in marriage.

Pei Huaizhi had been inside for a quarter of an hour. Song Qingcheng considered his situation and was struggling over whether to go in and help.

After walking around the bathroom for the seventeenth time, she finally made up her mind and knocked on the door.

After just two seconds, Pei Huaizhi pushed the door open and walked out.

Wearing a moon-white middle garment, the man in front of him regained his handsome appearance of a banished immortal.

Song Qingcheng put down her hand that was knocking on the door awkwardly.

Pei Huaizhi's eyelashes moved and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"fine!"

Song Qingcheng turned around and went back to the bed as if nothing had happened.

Just as he had something to ask her, he walked to the table, poured two cups of tea, and said slowly: "Come and sit down!"

Song Qingcheng knew that he had something to tell her, so she sat next to him and waited for his next words.

"Can we get any clues from the assassins yesterday and today?" Pei Huaizhi said as he placed the right amount of tea in front of her.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng quickly turned her brain from her two lives, carefully searching whether she had any enemies.

But after thinking about it, she had no clue at all. She shook her head and said, "I can't think of it! But the other party obviously knows my identity. They don't want my life, but my body. So what is their purpose in kidnapping me? And it's not long since I left the capital, and they are so impatient. Aren't they a little impatient?"

"Besides, I have you, the Imperial Envoy, behind me. These people are risking their lives in the belief that they will be able to escape unscathed!"

Pei Huaizhi sneered, "Of course someone will pick us up."

"Do you already know the person behind this?"

He shook his head, "I don't know!"

But the only thing that is certain is that the people behind the scenes are very afraid of their identities being exposed, so they left so happily.

"The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, should we lure the snake out of its hole?" Song Qingcheng asked.

"Their tracks have been exposed. They know that we are prepared and will not take any action during this period."

Pei Huaizhi continued: "However, they are the ones who are anxious because they didn't get what they wanted."

Song Qingcheng nodded. After listening to Pei Huaizhi's analysis, a thought flashed through her mind quickly, but she couldn't grasp it.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Then Shuqi's voice was heard, and it turned out that food had been delivered.

I really haven't eaten anything these past two days. It really is like the saying goes, "I have to sleep in the open air."

*

We stayed in Jeju for seven days.

During these seven days, Pei Huaizhi acted as if nothing had happened. He readily accepted the arrangements made by the governor of Jeju and watched the wonders of the world's first spring. Every time he went, he would ask Song Qingcheng to go with him. Even the people of Jeju knew that the imperial envoy from the capital and his wife were deeply in love.

If Pei Huaizhi hadn't been busy until late at night after the banquet, she would have almost believed it.

In the end, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but ask Pei Huaizhi what to do if the emperor blamed them for staying here for so long. Although the tax problem in Jiangnan was not urgent, the disaster relief could not wait.

After Song Qingcheng expressed her doubts, Pei Huaizhi told her that he did not stay intentionally, but really needed to recuperate, and he had already reported the news of his assassination to the emperor. The emperor was furious, thinking that someone was secretly obstructing him from going south to implement the new policy, and immediately granted him a lot of privileges, which would be more powerful for his future trip. Even if the emperor was in a hurry, he would still express his concern for his subjects and would not blame him.

Yes, except Pei Huaizhi and her, no one knew that the assassin's target was her. She used the opponent's force to defeat him, killing two birds with one stone. She was worthy of being the only one who won the favor of the Emperor of Wei among a group of old foxes at such a young age.

During these few days of free time, Song Qingcheng pondered over what the point was that she couldn't grasp. Now she finally had some clues, but she was not sure, so she dared not reveal anything.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi clearly felt that Song Qingcheng was distracted as if she was preoccupied with something.

"You said at the beginning that you married me because you admired me, right?"

Pei Huaizhi looked at her with deep eyes, his brows indifferent.

Song Qingcheng paused slightly, not knowing why Pei Huaizhi suddenly asked this. How should she answer? In her previous life, it was because she liked him, but in this life, it was because the imperial decree had determined that their marriage was settled. She also knew that in the future he would be the prime minister and would have great power in the court. He could save the Song family. Could she tell him all this? Of course not.

Song Qingcheng smiled and replied: "Of course, the Third Master is talented and handsome, which woman doesn't like him?"

"Yeah!"

Pei Huaizhi did not want to expose her. "Since Madam loves me so much, I think Madam will definitely not divorce me. Then we are people in the same boat. Let me ask you a question?"

"You asked!"

"I wonder which prince the Song family is interested in!"

Since the assassin did not hold Song Qingcheng hostage because she was his wife, there was only one possibility, that is, because she was the legitimate daughter of the Song family.

Song Qingcheng didn't expect his thoughts to be so jumpy, but she didn't dare to say anything. Besides, her father never talked much to her about the affairs of the court.

But what she was sure of was that her father had spent his entire life in the military, serving his country and his people, and would never do anything to harm the Wei Dynasty or the people.