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

Song Qingcheng: "Mother-in-law, this matter won't get out, what if it damages Huaizhi's reputation as an official?"

Xie didn't expect this to happen and she felt a little anxious.

The Second Mistress watched the fun and said, "What should we do? The Third Master has been the editor of the Imperial Academy for two or three years. I heard recently that he is about to be promoted to one of the six ministries."

Grandma Wang Zhirou took over the conversation and said, "Yes, it would not sound good if this were to get out. It would be unfair to Fourth Sister and Third Master."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Xie's face turned extremely grim, and Pei Fan's face turned as black as charcoal. They thought that Xie Wan Ning was really ignorant.

"Madam, it's best to handle your mother's family affairs properly!" After saying that, he waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back and left.

This was the first time Pei Fan embarrassed Xie.

Although Mrs. Xie liked her niece very much, she was still too distant from her own children.

Xie Wan Ning's expression no longer showed the concern she had before.

Pei Huairu immediately started to make a scene when she heard this, and pushed Xie Wan Ning aside, "Mom, a daughter's reputation is the most important thing. I am too embarrassed to go out again."

At this time, Xie's face looked even uglier, but after all, she was the daughter of her mother's brother and her own niece, so it was not easy for her to say anything too harsh.

"aunt!"

Xie Wan Ning forgot to pretend to be innocent. She twisted the handkerchief in her hand, her mouth bitter, and looked at Xie.

"Wan Ning, there is a live-in doctor in this mansion. Why bother your cousin in the middle of the night? Don't do such rude things in the future."

Xie Wan Ning gave Song Qingcheng a vicious look and said, "Yes, aunt!"

"You go down"

Mrs. Xie sent Xie Wan Ning away. As soon as Xie Wan Ning stepped out of the room, she heard Mrs. Xie say to Song Qingcheng.

"I feel sorry for Cheng'er's thoughtfulness."

Xie Wan Ning became more and more unwilling.

Song Qingcheng, "Thank you for your understanding, mother-in-law. I only hope that the Duke's Mansion will be well. I will not feel wronged!"

"I'm tired too. I don't need you to serve me anymore. Go down. By the way, everyone should take care of your own yard and don't say anything you shouldn't. If I hear you gossiping again, I'll just find a matchmaker to sell you off."

Everyone stood up and bowed, "Yes! The daughter-in-law will leave!"

Rebirth is not a good thing. She already knows the temperaments of the people in Peiguo Mansion very well, and she handles things with ease.

*

Song Qingcheng left the upper room, but did not return to Chunhe Hall. Instead, she went out to the pavilion with the best scenery in the Duke's Mansion.

When she walked through the corridor, as expected, Xie Wan Ning was there, apparently waiting for her.

"My cousin doesn't look very well. I think her mental illness hasn't healed yet. Although it's spring, the air is still a little chilly. It would be bad if my cousin gets sick again."

Song Qingcheng said with a concerned smile.

"you!"

Xie Wan Ning was so angry that she stopped pretending and pointed at Song Qingcheng with gritted teeth.

"Why did you frame me!?"

Xie Wan Ning asked loudly, "You are jealous that your cousin treats me better than you do, so you deliberately stir up trouble, you jealous woman."

"Please be careful with your words, Miss Cousin!"

Dongmei took a step forward with a bad look on her face.

Song Qingcheng pulled Dongmei aside, not angry but laughing, "If Miss Cousin didn't do it and didn't have any improper thoughts, how could I frame you? Besides, you are the daughter of a nobleman, but your behavior is no different from that of a prostitute. I am the legitimate daughter of the general's mansion, the emperor has granted me a marriage, and Pei Huaizhi went through the three letters and six ceremonies to personally win my wife. What do you have, Xie Wanning, why am I jealous of you?"

Song Qingcheng continued, "Besides, Pei Huaizhi is your peerless treasure, but I may not treat him as such."

Xie Wan Ning still couldn't hear what was said next. Her mind was full of the words "brothel girl". She was so stimulated that she lost her mind. "Who do you say is the brothel girl!", and then she raised her hand and slapped Song Qingcheng in the face.

Unexpectedly, her movements were fast, but Song Qingcheng's movements were even faster. Song Qingcheng grabbed her wrist. She had followed her father to the military camp since she was a child, and her martial arts skills were naturally not comparable to those of ordinary girls raised in seclusion.

"Xie Wan Ning, I advise you to be kind!"

Song Qingcheng threw down a sentence, left Xie Wan Ning aside, and walked down the steps of the pavilion without paying any attention to her.

"You're just a lady, it's so unreasonable and stupid!"

Dongmei spat.

In her previous life, Song Qingcheng was tolerant of everything. She was seen as a dignified and virtuous wife, daughter-in-law, and sister-in-law by others. Later, she became a living saint who was just a formality. In the end, she developed a lot of diseases from her endurance. In the end, no one appreciated her kindness and she was thrown away like a worn-out shoe. Now she has figured it out and she can do whatever makes her comfortable.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng was in a better mood and happily went to Changchun Garden to enjoy the spring flowers.

When Pei Huaizhi came back from the government office, he saw everything that happened between Song Qingcheng and Xie Wanning in the corridor, his eyes were deep.

The night before, he did not go to Xie Wan Ning's courtyard, but found a female doctor and gave her the acupuncture points for treating heart disease, asking her to do as instructed. It happened that there was an urgent decree in the palace, so he hurried into the palace without notifying Song Qingcheng.

Shuqi who was standing beside him looked at his master with an uncertain expression and shook his head, he said with admiration: "Madam is worthy of being the daughter of a general. She is really not fussy about trivial matters. Ordinary women can't compare to her. The noble aura she exudes is somewhat similar to you, Third Master"!

In order to avoid embarrassing his master, he automatically ignored Song Qingcheng's words that his master was not a treasure.

Pei Huaizhi didn't understand what he meant, and opened his lips slightly, "Oh, really?"

She said she was not feeling well last night, but she didn't look like she was not feeling well. She seemed very angry.

But he was actually disliked.

The change from admiration to disgust was so fast that Pei Huaizhi actually felt a little curious in his heart.

*

Song Qingcheng went to Changchun Garden. The flowers, plants and trees in the garden had already sprouted spring buds. The garden was full of vitality and prosperity, which made people feel happy.

Song Qingcheng slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the fresh air filled her chest, expelling the last breath of turbid air that was trapped in her heart. She had been reborn for three days today, but she had a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The winter jasmine in the garden is in full bloom.

"Dongmei, go pick a few branches and bring them back to Chunhetang!"

"Yes, Master!"

In addition to the newly blooming forsythia, the garden also has crabapples that are in full bloom.

Dongmei couldn't help but pick a flower and put it diagonally in Song Qingcheng's bun. The elegance of the crabapple flower made Song Qingcheng look even more like a fairy in a painting.

"Does it look good?"

Song Qingcheng asked them with her beautiful eyes.

"Beautiful!"

The interaction between the master and servant was seen by everyone else.

*

The current King Yi came to Pei Huaizhi to discuss something today, but he saw a figure who looked like a fairy in a painting from afar, and his mind was captivated by the woman in the garden. The woman was slender and graceful, with a slender waist and light steps. She had a crabapple flower on her head, and her fragrance was delicate, her face was more beautiful than flowers, and her every frown and smile was moving. There was such a beauty in the capital.