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

One of the officials said in embarrassment: "Please forgive me, Lord Pei, I have not returned for several days. My wife is very unhappy and threatened that if I don't return today, she will remarry with her two children."

"Yes, my wife thought I was going out to have sex with prostitutes, and asked me to go back to kneel on the washboard?"

"Isn't it? This time it's late, and he will talk endlessly, just like Tang Monk chanting the tight hoop curse. It makes people's heads hurt. It's really distressing. I think the imperial envoy doesn't have such troubles," complained one of the officials, but the smile in his eyes betrayed him completely, and it was obvious that he was enjoying it.

"By the way, it seems that the Imperial Envoy really doesn't have the same worries as us?"

This statement aroused a lot of discussion, and then another official quickly flattered her, "Mrs. Pei is indeed sensible and understands the overall situation. She never interferes with your whereabouts. We are really envious of her."

Although the other officials did not say anything, they were already feeling sad in their hearts. This imperial envoy was a workaholic, and they couldn't be allowed to rest. They couldn't stand this. Naturally, they could only bury this in their hearts and echoed, "Yes, Lord Pei is so lucky to marry such a virtuous and kind wife."

After saying this, there was a wave of agreement, and people kept praising Song Qingcheng for her virtue and dignity, and they showered Pei Huaizhi with compliments.

The officials thought that their clever words would surely make the imperial envoy in front of them happy and he would let them go home. However, they did not expect that the imperial envoy's face would darken inch by inch.

The officials looked at each other in bewilderment, and remained silent. For a moment, one could hear a pin drop in the room.

They said the wrong thing!

Just when everyone was wondering what sore spot they had touched on the imperial envoy in front of them.

Pei Huaizhi finally spoke: "Are you all feeling sorry for the fact that no one cares about me, the imperial envoy?"

Although it was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the house was still very hot and stuffy. However, Pei Huaizhi's words suddenly made the air cooler.

The officials wiped their cold sweats and said, "Huh?" Why would the imperial envoy think like this? Are they abnormal, or is he abnormal?

This is a huge misunderstanding. I need to explain it, but it's too late now.

The officials of the small court in Nanjing were used to a life of luxury, and after holding out for so many days they had reached their limit. All of them looked pale, waiting for the imperial envoy to let them pass. However, their flattery had backfired, and this time they were afraid they would not be able to leave.

The officials were about to pick up the documents and continue processing them, but they heard Pei Huaizhi say, "Thank you for your hard work, let's stop here today."

The officials acted as if they had been pardoned. As soon as Pei Huaizhi finished his move, they ran away as if they were afraid that the imperial envoy would return.

Shuqi, who was waiting outside, turned around and walked in after seeing that everyone had left.

Pei Huaizhi pondered over what his colleagues had just said, and suddenly thought of Song Qingcheng. He raised his head from the paperwork he had not yet finished, rubbed his brows with his fingertips, and said lightly: "Is there any news from the mansion?"

Shuqi was confused, and couldn't understand why Pei Huaizhi was concerned about the Duke's Mansion. "Are you talking about the Duke and his wife? There is no news from the capital about the Duke's Mansion. There are only some trivial matters about the family. There is nothing to do in Chunhe Hall."

He remembered that on the day he left Beijing, his master asked him, for the first time ever, to arrange for someone to take care of the few maids and servants left behind in Chunhe Hall, probably for the young lady.

"Who asked about your Duke's Mansion?"

Shuqi was increasingly confused. "Is that the General's Mansion?" he asked cautiously.

My lord, you are such a good son-in-law. Even though you are thousands of miles away, you still remember your father-in-law.

Pei Huaizhi's eyebrows sank slightly, and his expression, which had just returned to normal, darkened again. He resisted the urge to twist the head of the ignorant attendant off. "Did she send someone to ask?"

Shuqi: "She?"

As soon as he said one word, he immediately realized, "You mean the young lady?"

He shook his head and said with a broken heart, "I have been waiting outside the door, and the young lady has never sent anyone to ask you once!"

It is a good thing to have no backyard to worry about. After all, you don’t have to worry about a fire in your backyard like those officials just now.

But Shuqi felt that the master might really want the young lady to come and disturb him, so in order to avoid his master being sad, Shuqi made up a lie to comfort him: "Madam said that the master is very busy and can't help you with government affairs. What I can do is to fully support the master and not cause trouble for him!"

Pei Huaizhi did not ask any further. Shuqi's words did not sound like they came from her. He stood up and left the conference room and returned to the study in the government office. The study had been renovated, so if he was tired from handling official business, he could go directly to the inner study to rest. It was very convenient. Before that night, he was very satisfied with the arrangement made by the Governor of Jiangnan.

When he returned to the study, Shuqi followed him in and held the lamp for him.

Pei Huaizhi sat at the desk, picked up his brush, and wrote the two big characters "no hurry" on the rice paper in front of him, with such force that the words were so clear that they could be seen through the back of the paper.

The person who leaked the information was not as calm as the meaning of the two words.

"It's getting late, sir, you should wash up and rest early. I will leave first."

Pei Huaizhi's face no longer showed the previous annoyance, and he only squeezed out a muffled "hmm" from his chest.

Shuqi walked to the door, looking back every few steps. When he was about to close the door, he suddenly said, "Sir, why don't you go back to Yiyuan?"

Yiyuan is where Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng live in Jiangnan. To be honest, the two places are not far away from each other.

Pei Huaizhi turned his eyes away and said in a very calm tone, "If you are fine, why not keep an eye on the Governor of Jiangnan?"

Shuqi shrank his neck but still said: "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain. How come adults can't understand such a simple truth?"

After saying that, the wind seemed to blow and it ran away.

Pei Huaizhi was fixed in place, not because he didn't want to, he just wanted to see her take the initiative once. It seemed that he failed again.

*

漪园

Song Qingcheng discovered that the prosperity of Jinling was unmatched by other places. The flood in the south of the Yangtze River had no impact on the city of Jinling at all. The only ones who suffered were the people in the surrounding counties. Fortunately, with Pei Huaizhi's efforts, the refugees caused by the flood had been properly arranged. It would be soon possible to rebuild their homes and return to normal.

During these few days, she had seen a lot of the world by being with the wives of these Jiangnan officials. She also discovered that the clothing styles of the women in Jinling, Jiangnan were very novel and beautiful, completely different from those in the capital.

The clothing of women in the capital is mostly rigid and stereotyped, while the clothing of women in Nanjing is more colorful and diverse.

An idea suddenly occurred to her.