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

Song Qingcheng blinked her pair of autumn watery eyes, looked at Pei Huaizhi, and waited patiently for his answer.

"Unappetizing!"

Pei Huaizhi said so, with a smile in his phoenix eyes.

"Whoa!"

It turned out that she was overthinking it, but that was the fact, so she was not disappointed. If Pei Huaizhi said something against his conscience, she would doubt whether the person in front of her was abnormal.

Pei Huaizhi saw that there was no disappointment on her face, so he didn't say anything. In fact, the taste was good. The reason why it was not delicious was because it took too long. However, he also had some selfish motives and wanted her to cook for him for a while. This request should not be excessive.

Sure enough, before Pei Huaizhi could say anything, Song Qingcheng beside him smiled and said, "When Third Master is free, I will make you another good one."

Song Qingcheng was thinking that she couldn't just let it go like this, so she should just be polite to Pei Huaizhi.

Unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi agreed very quickly, "Thank you for your help, Madam. I will send it to the government office tomorrow."

Song Qingcheng: "......"

"Oh, okay! But why do we have to wait until tomorrow? Just prepare it for the Third Master at dinner time," Song Qingcheng thought about it. There were so many officials, both big and small, in the yamen. Thinking back to those gossipy faces today, she really didn't want to attract attention again.

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner in the mansion tonight."

He concealed his gaze and did not want Song Qingcheng to notice anything. He still remembered those hurtful words from his colleagues. Tomorrow he would show them that he was also under the supervision of his wife.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to agree, but suddenly remembered the assassination incident in Henan Province.

A month had passed, the case in the capital was closed inexplicably, and the people who assassinated her hid in the dark, as if they had disappeared completely. As a result, the matter of the assassin was like a hidden thorn that would surface in her mind whenever she had free time, which was always a bit uncomfortable.

Song Qingcheng asked carefully, "Does Third Master have any clues about the assassins in Henan Province?"

"Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi replied, "I still don't have any clues. I have already sent people to investigate!"

Song Qingcheng, "Thank you, Third Master."

Pei Huaizhi mobilized several secret agents in the court to investigate secretly, but the clues were always cut off at the critical moment. However, the secret agents sent him an important information.

On that day, a team of Wei Emperor's personal guards, the Jinwu Guard, left the capital.

The Jinwu Guards only take orders from the Emperor of Wei. On the surface, they monitor officials and courtiers, but secretly they handle extraordinary matters for the emperor.

On that day, the Jinwu Guards left the capital. It was understandable that they left the capital to carry out a mission, but it was a coincidence that this team also passed through Henan Road.

When too many coincidences come together, can it still be called a coincidence?

If the coincidence was not a coincidence, he had to suspect that the emperor had already set his sights on the general, so the assassination in Henan Road was more like a test.

Is it for this reason that the emperor asked Song Qingcheng to follow him south, so that he could test the doubts in his heart on the way south.

However, that person didn't want to alert the enemy, so he managed to resolve the situation.

Afterwards, he submitted a memorial to the emperor about the assassination attempt on his way. The emperor then believed that he was assassinated by the wealthy families of Nanjing to prevent him from going south. So the emperor took advantage of the situation and pushed the blame onto the small Nanjing court.

The growing power of Nanjing is also a thorn in the emperor's heart. The emperor is afraid of the Song family's independent military power, but he is even more afraid of the Jiangnan Jiedushi's control over Nanjing and the rebellion of the small court that controls the entire Nanjing.

In comparison, the emperor was only testing the Song Mansion, but he was going to take ruthless action against Nanjing. The world's financial resources come from the southeast, and Nanjing is its hub. The first thing to do is to implement a new tax policy to cut off the financial resources of the Jiangnan Jiedushi, thereby weakening the power of Jiangnan.

This is probably the reason why the emperor not only did not blame him for ruining things, but also took advantage of the situation to give him a lot of power, with the purpose of striking a blow to the Jinling forces.

If they fail to try, they will have alerted the enemy, so until the matter in Jinling is resolved, the Song family and Song Qingcheng are temporarily safe.

However, the matter was of great importance, and everything was just his speculation. Telling Song Qingcheng would only add to her troubles. The court was full of twists and turns, and the less she knew, the safer she would be.

Therefore, it is better to drag people out of the flood temporarily.

Moreover, he had not yet found out what the emperor was interested in about Song Qingcheng. He had asked Song Qingcheng before, but she seemed stupid and he had no idea why.

This matter requires long-term planning in order to protect her.

Pei Huaizhi sipped the tea in his hand and showed no intention of leaving.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Song Qingcheng naturally could not leave alone.

But we can't just sit here, staring at each other, like idiots.

"I heard that you want to open a shop in Jinling"

Pei Huaizhi looked at her.

She had no intention of hiding it from Pei Huaizhi, so she nodded and said, "I do have this plan."

"There's a shop on Gaochun Street. Let Shuqi take you there tomorrow. It's in a good location!"

Song Qingcheng became excited. Gaochun was the most prosperous place in Jinling. Not only was every inch of land very valuable, but if one wanted to buy a good shop there, money alone was not enough. One also needed someone behind the scenes.

A few days ago, before she planned to open a shop, she went there and couldn't find a shop at all. She was worried about it now, but she didn't expect that the problem has been solved now.

Pei Huaizhi had helped her so much, she couldn't just give him a bowl of clear soup noodles tomorrow.

"Thank you, Mr. San"

Song Qingcheng's eyes curved into a smile. She would not be foolish enough to refuse. It would be better for her to be realistic.

Pei Huaizhi was in a good mood, perhaps because he had some important official business to attend to. He gave a few more instructions before leaving the dining hall.

After Pei Huaizhi left, Song Qingcheng also returned to her room. She remembered that this month, Zhang Lin from Longmen Escort Agency would escort the goods south. Although the goods would not reach Nanjing, she had to send a message to ask him to come.

This brocade gauze is precious. She was not worried about transporting it back to the capital, not because she was worried about it being her own person, but because she did not have much silver in her hands. Most of the silver was used to buy the brocade gauze, and she was short of money. If something went wrong with the brocade gauze, it would definitely delay things.

She gave the letter to Xia He and asked her to send someone to deliver it to Lin County where Zhang Lin would be staying. After delivering the goods, he could come to Jinling.

At the same time, the servant was outside calling for the wife of Cao Wen, the governor of Jiangnan, to knock on the door.

"Please!"

As Song Qingcheng spoke, she went to greet the guests in person, thinking to herself, who has the final say in Jiangnan? It is not the six small tribes in Nanjing, but the Jiedushi of Jiangnan who holds a large number of troops.

However, Song Qingcheng had already been in Jinling for a month, and had basically met all the wives of officials, both big and small, but the only thing she had not met was the wife of this powerful governor.

She also sent a letter to visit, but was told that Mrs. Cao had caught a cold and was unwell, so she declined the visit.

After the gift was received, Song Qingcheng never visited again. After all, Pei Huaizhi was the emperor's representative, and if she was too attentive, it would bring shame to the current emperor and Pei Huaizhi.

But what on earth did Madam Cao come to the mansion for today? It must be something very simple.