After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

There was still mist in Cheng Songan's eyes as he stared at the ceiling of the tent. He looked at it blankly for a while before turning to Cui Yuanqing.

Cui Yuanqing sneered: "I thought Miss Cheng was really dignified and serious, but she was no more than this."

Cheng Songan had already woken up from the confused atmosphere just now. He pulled up his torn belt and sat up.

She felt a little sad. Although Cui Yuanqing was extremely cold in her previous life, he still maintained respect and decency for her. In this life, she planned to treat him the same way he treated himself, but he slandered and tested her instead.

No matter what, he always hated himself. If that was the case, why should I give him face?

Cheng Songan smiled calmly: "How many dignified and reserved young ladies have you slept with? How can you know so well what they are like in the boudoir?"

Cui Yuanqing showed a trace of anger on his face, and lowered his voice and said, "Dirty words!"

Cheng Songan sneered. He could do it, but he thought she spoke dirty!

Cui Yuanqing got up from the bed and walked outside. He asked someone to get a few books from Cheng's study. He sat down at the desk in the outer room and started flipping through the books without ever looking at the bedroom again.

Cheng Songan sat back in front of his dressing table, looking at his pretty face in the mirror, feeling a little annoyed. He shouldn't have been fascinated by his appearance and almost indulged in it again. This was still in the Cheng family, the courtyard of his sweetheart Cheng Wanxin, not far from Chenglan Pavilion.

When she thought of Cheng Wanxin, she recalled how they had given birth to a son in their previous life without her knowledge, not to mention how many times they had committed lovemaking behind her back.

Cheng Songan just felt sick. She opened the drawer again, took out the string, held it in her palm and looked at it for a while, then gradually calmed down.

Ten years ago, in Yizhou, she had seen a truly brilliant young man. That spring, he rode his horse across the sky and earth, making the highly praised Lu Qingshan look like a fool.

At that time, Cheng Songan was a fearless wild girl, but for the first time she felt inferior in front of the young man. She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at him, and only saw the jade pendant hanging between his robes.

"The silk thread I make is better than his." Cheng Songan thought, "Only he can match the silk thread I make."

After returning home, Cheng Songan sat quietly in his room for the first time and made a heart-pierced plum blossom necklace. The next day, he asked Lu Qingshan to give it to the young man.

But Lu Qingshan laughed at her recklessly: "Cheng Songan, you are already thinking about love at such a young age. I will tell your grandfather!"

Cheng Songan was embarrassed and threatened: "You are talking nonsense. If you dare to say that, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Lu Qingshan continued to laugh and said, "You like her, but she doesn't like a wild girl like you. He wants to marry a dignified and quiet lady from a noble family, and he has already decided on her."

Cheng Songan immediately became furious and picked up something nearby and beat Lu Qingshan severely, causing his head to break.

Lu Qingshan's painful howl resounded throughout the governor's mansion, and the young man passing by under the corridor couldn't help but come over to check.

Seeing that Lu Qingshan was about to tell the whole story, Cheng Songan's strong sense of shame and inferiority made her take action first. When the boy tried to stop her, she beat him up as well to cover up her pitiful self-esteem.

The incident became a big deal. All the servants in the governor's mansion were terrified and the whole yard was in chaos. In the chaos, Cheng Songan broke the jade pendant of the young man and somehow hid it in his hand.

Her grandparents went to the governor's house to apologize and came back to give her a lecture. Cheng Songan locked herself in her room for several days.

Later, Lu Qingshan couldn't help himself, so he wrapped gauze on his head and came to find her to go dig out bird nests together. Only then did she calm down. The two of them put aside their grudges and went back to climbing trees and swimming in rivers.

But the young man never went to Yizhou again, and she never dared to ask him who he was, where he had been, or which girl he had married.

As long as she doesn't ask, the boy will always stay in her heart. He won't go to the ends of the earth or get engaged. He will always be that boy in fine clothes and riding a vigorous horse.

Later, the necklace followed Cheng Songan back to the capital and remained in her dressing box.

Cheng Songan recalled this past event and smiled gently. She had indeed been a dignified and quiet lady in her previous life. She didn't know who was more virtuous, compared to the young man's wife.

After a whole day of hard work, Cheng Songan felt a little tired. He put the necklace back into the drawer and lay down on the bed and fell asleep without caring whether Cui Yuanqing was asleep or not.

After an unknown amount of time, the drawer of the dressing table was opened again. Cui Yuanqing picked up the string and looked at it quietly for a long time.

……

The next day, when Cheng Songan woke up, he was sleeping in the bed. There was a large empty space next to him, but there was no one there. He didn't know whether he had not slept at all or had just woken up and gone out.

Haitang brought someone in to help her dress and wash, and said, "The son-in-law went to the front to read the article for the young master early in the morning."

Cheng Songan said "Oh" and asked, "What about Lu Qingshan? Is he gone?"

Haitang said, "Yes, she went out with our master."

Cheng Songan felt a little regretful. He should have settled Cui Yuanqing last night and taken Lu Qingshan to see Cheng Wanxin. Who could have expected Cui Yuanqing to make such a scene last night? If he could cause trouble for Cui Yuanqing before Cheng Wanxin got married, he would not know how happy he would be!

She threw the hairpin in her hand on the table in annoyance and sighed silently.

Haitang wanted to talk but hesitated. Finally, she couldn't help but asked carefully, "When the young lady met the young master of the Lu family, did she think of the time in Yizhou?"

Cheng Songan's heart moved, thinking that Haitang had seen through his worries last night. His face turned red and he retorted, "No, I have forgotten everything that happened in the past."

Haitang sighed and whispered, "Our old master and old lady originally liked Young Master Qingshan, but they left so early. Now that things have come to this, it's time for you to move on."

After hearing this, Cheng Songan realized that Haitang had misunderstood and thought that she liked Lu Qingshan.

Why do you think she likes Lu Qingshan?

She burst out laughing: "What are you talking about? No matter how glorious Lu Qingshan is, in my eyes, he is just a playboy from Yizhou, a defeated general who was beaten by me. I have never thought of marrying him."

Haitang finally breathed a sigh of relief. With her current status as a girl, if she still missed her childhood sweetheart, she would be offended.

She smiled and said, "Our son-in-law was chosen by the master. There is no other gentleman like him in the whole capital. The young lady secretly saw him and was satisfied with him."

Cheng Songan didn't say anything. She herself couldn't tell whether she was satisfied with Cui Yuanqing as a person, or because he looked so much like that young man when he smiled.

It’s a pity that, whether in the past life or this life, he rarely smiled at her.

Haitang continued to persuade her, "Now that you are married, you must not be as petty as before. It is more important to have a little master as soon as possible."

Cheng Songan snorted coldly: "There are plenty of women who can give birth to young masters for him, why should I bother?"

Haitang was stunned again. She always felt that something was wrong with the young lady since the first day of her marriage. It seemed that she was not going to maintain the character she had developed in the capital over the years. She wanted to be as straightforward as she was when she returned to Yizhou.

She wanted to persuade her, but she held back. The young lady was happiest when she was in Yizhou. After returning to Beijing, she became very serious, like a wooden man, and there was not a single day when she laughed sincerely.

This is fine, as long as the young lady is happy, it's fine, so she smiled and said: "Before the legitimate son is born, all the children born by concubines have to stand aside. If the young lady doesn't have to worry about her husband, she has to plan for her own future."

Cheng Songan only felt it was ironic. Her "future" with Cui Yuanqing was already her past, a future that she could not bear to look back on.

She said angrily, "Who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe he will ask me to divorce him. I will agree, but if I leave a child behind, wouldn't it be pitiful? I don't want to have a child for him. It's a sin."

Haitang:......

After washing up, Haitang put a cloak on her and went to Feng's room to pay her respects.

When the two men stepped out of the room, they saw Cui Yuanqing standing tall and gracefully beside an osmanthus tree in the yard, looking down at the two free-range cranes pacing around.

Haitang subconsciously tensed up for a moment, not knowing when he came back and whether he had heard what her young lady had just said in the room. She held Cheng Songan's hand tightly.

Cheng Songan didn't care at all. He didn't have the leisure to eavesdrop on her conversation. If he cared about her, he would have gone into the house instead of watching two long-legged cranes walking in the yard.

Haitang stepped forward hesitantly: "Greetings to the master. I wonder when you came back. Why don't you come in?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyebrows were indifferent, and his tone was the same as usual: "Just after entering the courtyard, you came out, so let's go and pay our respects to mother-in-law together."

Haitang then breathed a sigh of relief and consciously took a step back, allowing the two of them to walk side by side.

Cui Yuanqing glanced at Cheng Songan, who was wrapped in a cloak. Her fair face was covered in sharp fox fur, and she looked very beautiful. But what she said was extremely inconsistent with her face.

He didn't just come in, but had been here for a while. As soon as he approached, he heard a voice from inside: I don't want to give birth to a child for him, it's a sin.

He never knew that she hated him so much.