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

"Who is this?"

The attendant beside him said, "It must be the female relatives in the palace." He wanted to remind the prince that it was a bit rude to stare at the official's wife in the mansion of the minister. "Female relatives in the palace!" The King of Yi thought about it. Hearing that Pei Huaizhi had a sister, could it be that the fairy-like woman in front of him was Pei Huaizhi's sister.

In the garden, Song Qingcheng suddenly felt several inquiring gazes. She looked forward following the uncomfortable feeling and her eyes met with those of King Yi who were standing across the water pavilion in the distance.

Dongmei also looked in the direction Song Qingcheng was looking, her heart trembled suddenly, and she immediately took out a handkerchief to cover Song Qingcheng's face.

"It's really rude to stare at the women in other people's houses so openly!"

Dongmei muttered.

Song Qingcheng saw that the man was wearing a light blue robe and had an imposing manner. He had an air that was not that of an ordinary person. In her previous life, she was confined to the backyard and was not very familiar with the men from the noble families in the capital. She did not know who the man in the distance was, and of course she was not curious.

The naked and undisguised look made her feel very uncomfortable.

She bowed slightly to the man, then left with Dongmei and the others.

King Yi looked at the graceful figure of the woman, and his heart felt as if a feather had gently brushed past it. He did not withdraw his gaze until the figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Go check and see who the woman just now is in this mansion."

The servant beside him answered yes.

*

study.

"Third Master, Prince Yi is here!"

Pei Huaizhi raised his head from the pile of documents, and before he stood up, he heard a deep male voice coming from outside the room.

"Huaizhi, please welcome me."

King Yi strode in.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Wing King!"

Pei Huaizhi greeted Prince Yi.

"Why are you being so polite? It makes us look like strangers."

Listening to the familiar voice of King Yi, Pei Huai had mixed feelings. He and King Yi had only been classmates for a period of time, but the prince had many study companions, so if you really counted, their relationship was not that familiar.

Now, the country has no crown prince, and the purpose of King Yi's coming is self-evident.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat!"

Pei Huaizhi ordered someone to serve tea to King Yi.

"On the day of Huaizhi's wedding, I didn't rush back to the capital, which was a bit rude! Why don't you think of something you like and tell me about it, and I'll give it to you."

Pei Huaizhi readily accepted the advice, "I feel honored that the King of Yi can come here!"

Prince Yi wants to make friends with Pei Huaizhi because of his extraordinary talent. His position as a compiler in the Hanlin Academy has won the emperor's favor. Even the secret agents in the palace have passed on information that the emperor would ask Pei Huaizhi for his opinions on many major events in the court. He is able to influence the emperor's will, and his future is certainly limitless. It is not impossible for him to enter the cabinet at a young age, and by then he can influence the position of crown prince, and even play a crucial role in ascending the supreme throne.

Moreover, Pei Huaizhi married the legitimate daughter of the General Zhenguo's Mansion. Everyone knows that General Song has a jewel in his palm, and he loves her to the utmost.

It is rumored that the military command of the general's 100,000-strong army on the border is General Song's legitimate daughter, Song Qingcheng. Although it is a joke among the people, it shows how much General Song and his wife treasure their daughter and how valuable Song Qingcheng is.

King Yi took a deep look at Pei Huaizhi. He was wearing a moon-white robe today, which was a very common color. If it was worn by others, it might seem like they were pretending to be elegant. But it was completely different when worn by Pei Huaizhi. His temperament was too outstanding, and his expression was cold and indifferent. He had neither flattery nor self-deprecation. His calm and composed demeanor made his eyes look like a banished immortal.

It would be fine if Pei Huaizhi was really the kind of person who could be manipulated by others, but I'm afraid that's not the case, otherwise he wouldn't have come here specially. Now he came to test Pei Huaizhi's background.

But unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi was more profound and scheming than he thought.

King Yi took a sip of tea and said, "Huaizhi, it's time for promotion. I heard that the six ministries are very optimistic about you. Have you decided which one to go to? But I need me to appeal to the emperor, and I think the emperor will consider it."

The intention of winning him over is obvious. His Majesty is suspicious. Even if he has nothing to do with King Yi, as long as King Yi opens his mouth, he will probably automatically pull him into King Yi's camp.

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi's mind turned a thousand times, but his face was still calm and composed. The emperor hated forming factions for personal gain recently. Now he could gain the emperor's trust because no one had discovered that he was involved in party affairs. Now it seemed that the political situation was turbulent and full of dangers. If he was not careful, he would be doomed. So now his emperor still needed him to be a loyal minister who was loyal to the Great Wei and His Majesty.

Prince Yi owns the wealthy land of Jiangnan and his financial resources are obvious. Your Majesty may not be so confident about this son.

Pei Huaizhi raised his hands and waved them in the air, then replied respectfully, "I am paid by the emperor and I am loyal to him. I will go wherever your majesty orders me to go."

He politely declined.

King Yi himself knew Pei Huaizhi's thoughts, and he did not expect that he would be able to convince Pei Huaizhi to work for him in one go. If Pei Huaizhi was so easily persuaded, he would not be Pei Huaizhi anymore.

"Hahaha, worthy of being Huaizhi"

King Yi was not annoyed, and his hearty laughter filled the entire study.

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb Huaizhi's wedding. Goodbye."

King Yi said with a hint of sarcasm.

Pei Huaizhi still looked calm and composed.

When King Yi was halfway there, Pei Huaizhi followed behind to see him off.

King Yi suddenly turned his head and said, "Huaizhi..."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Pei Huaizhi paused and waited for King Yi's next words.

"Today I accidentally saw a pretty figure in the garden. She looked young. I wonder if she is your sister."

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi's expression was slightly startled, and his heart was chilled. If he remembered correctly, according to the time when King Yi came, the person in the garden should be Song Qingcheng.

This Song Qingcheng is a person who likes to cause trouble.

Seeing Pei Huaizhi remained silent, King Yi thought that such a sudden question was a bit abrupt, so he laughed and said, "I hope Huaizhi won't blame me. It was just a coincidence. I only caught a glimpse of her and she really looked like a fairy!"

The servants couldn't help but complain in their hearts, what's wrong with the prince? Didn't he notice that Pei Xiuzhuan didn't look well?

Pei Huaizhi felt something strange inside, and she was unwilling to explain more.

"Yes"

Pei Huaizhi said.

After hearing what Pei Huaizhi said, King Yi was actually a little delighted, so he blurted out, "My sister is indeed a beauty, wonderful, wonderful!"

He patted Pei Huaizhi on the shoulder.

Pei Huaizhi's face turned completely black now.

"Shuqi, send the prince off!"

"Ah, hey! This way please, Your Majesty!"

Shuqi said hurriedly.

His master, who had remained calm even when facing a catastrophe, suddenly changed his expression. This was something he had never seen before.

The former master seemed to have no desires or ambitions, no wonder the master and mistress were worried.

Now there is someone who pulls at my heartstrings.