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

Cui Yuanqing glanced at the bed and saw Cheng Songan lying there motionless, as if she hadn't heard anything. His heart ached, he would rather she get up and beat him, scold him, and have a big fight with him, than to let her remain indifferent and hopeless.

He pondered for a moment, then said to Cheng Zhongwen and his wife, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, it is not appropriate for Yun Dai to return to the Cheng Mansion now. It is almost the end of the year and everything is inconvenient. It is better to leave Yun Dai to my son-in-law to take care of her."

Cheng Zhongwen and Feng looked at each other. What he said was the truth. No married daughter of a noble family would live in her parents' home during the New Year.

After seeing the three people off, Cui Yuanqing walked into the inner room.

Cheng Song lay quietly, and said calmly: "You don't have to send them away, I won't go back with them."

Cui Yuanqing remained silent.

Cheng Songan continued, "It is said in the folk that women cannot return to their parents' home, whether they are in confinement or have had a miscarriage. Married daughters cannot return to their parents' home for the New Year either. It is unlucky. Have you heard of this? Ha, etiquette is more important than women."

"I feel somewhat fortunate today. What if I am pregnant with a daughter? She will get married in the future, and when I miss her during the New Year holidays, she won't be able to come back to accompany me."

Cui Yuanqing moved his lips, sat down beside her, and said dejectedly: "Our daughter doesn't have to get married. It's best to raise her in the mansion for the rest of her life."

Cheng Songan laughed uncontrollably, her body shaking with laughter, which frightened Luo Luonu, who was so nervous that he jumped into her arms.

"Cui Yuanqing, I hate you for being that child's father."

Cui Yuanqing's face changed drastically. He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the room. He went outside and punched the wall with his fist as if he had found an outlet, making a muffled sound.

"Why do you have to hurt me with these words? Cheng Songan! That's my child. I'm looking forward to his coming into this world even more than you are! I'm also suffering from the pain of having my heart cut out every moment!"

"Do you know how happy I was when I learned that I was going to have this child? I never believed in ghosts or gods, but this time I knelt down to thank all the Buddhas and gods for giving me the chance to keep you by my side!"

Cheng Songan shuddered and closed her eyes. Two months ago, she couldn't help but miss him and wanted to be close to him. Now that she thought about it, it must be that the child wanted to be close to his father.

"But you sentenced me to death for a dream. I'm afraid that as soon as I set foot in Jiangnan, you will disappear with the child. I don't dare to take the risk!"

Cheng Songan turned inward and didn't want to answer him. If she had known from the beginning that she was pregnant, she would have been afraid that Cui Yuanqing would snatch the child from her, and she might really have run back to Yizhou and hidden.

But can he be forgiven just because of this?

Cheng Songan's heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless sharp needles, and like it was being tightly grasped by a pair of large hands. She shrank back in pain, and she managed to open her mouth and reply, "If you lose my child, there will be another woman to give birth to one for you, but what about me..."

"There is no other woman, only you! Cheng Songan," Cui Yuanqing raised his voice, with grievance and anger in his eyes, "Why don't you believe me? I only want you for my whole life!"

Her heart moved slightly, with a sour pain. The ten years of cold treatment in her previous life, the years of illness, and the unwillingness before death appeared clearly in front of her. She could not forgive.

Finally, she said coldly: "Don't you have the imperial edict in your hand? With this edict, I can't leave. Look, how easy is it for you to keep me by force?"

Cui Yuanqing looked at the imperial edict with a sneer, feeling that fate was playing tricks on him. If this incident had not happened, this imperial edict might have been a help, but now, it has become evidence of his guilt.

He slumped down on a chair, his back to her, holding his head in his hands in great pain, and whispered, "I don't want to force you. Why don't you wake up from your dream?"

Cheng Songan looked at his back and said in a very soft voice: "In the dream, you married Cheng Wanxin, and it was before I died."

Cui Yuanqing was struck by lightning. Her body froze and she didn't move. As if she didn't understand, she turned around in confusion and shock, with an emotion on her face that she couldn't understand.

Finally, he snorted self-deprecatingly: "If I say that I never had any thoughts about her from the beginning to the end, would you believe me? You would rather believe in a dream than believe that I am sincere to you."

Cheng Songan remained unmoved, restraining his emotions and said coldly: "Then go and kill her."

Cui Yuanqing frowned and asked, "Are you so sure it was her because of this dream that you have to kill her? She is your second sister!"

"She is not my second sister!" Cheng Songan interrupted her harshly, "If she was willing to treat me as her sister, she would never harm my mother and kill my child!"

"Where's the evidence?" Cui Yuanqing stood up suddenly. "The only witness of the previous box of lipstick is dead. How can we prove it? This time, she was under house arrest in Guishan Villa. All the maids and servants around her were replaced. How did she do it?"

His heart, which had finally calmed down, was filled with resentment again. He even blamed her for not believing him. But when had he ever believed her?

Even if all the maids and servants were replaced, what did it matter? As long as Cheng Wanxin wanted to do something, there would always be new people to do it for her.

Cheng Wanxin has always been patient. She forced Zhang to make pregnancy-protecting medicine for her for more than a month to keep her fetus stable so that she could take action when she was off guard.

Luo Luonu had been watching her belly the whole time. Perhaps he smelled something wrong, so he overturned the first bowl of abortion medicine. Zhang was already prejudiced against keeping cats, and this made her even more angry. She had someone secretly catch it and throw it across the yard. If Cui Yuanqing hadn't come back and met him, Luo Luonu would have probably died.

All of this stemmed from the fact that Zhang had read those storybooks about cats bumping into pregnant women and causing miscarriages. These storybooks were not found by chance.

The depth of Cheng Wanxin's scheming is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"Let me go to Yuqiao Mountain Villa," Cheng Songan gave up asking him for anything and said calmly, "Isn't this considered disobeying the emperor's order?"

Cui Yuanqing was silent for a long time, then calmed down and asked, "If it is really her, how can you spare her life?"

Cheng Songan sneered several times: "This is what you call a heart-wrenching pain. She killed your child, and you still want to let her live?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Someone will pay for her life."

Cheng Songan was startled, and began to feel uneasy. He tried not to guess the answer that was about to come out. Thinking back, did he love Cheng Wanxin so much? He was willing to give up his life for her and let her kill him to pay off Cheng Wanxin's debt?

"Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor," Cheng Songan's tone changed, and he refused to continue, "Whoever kills or harms others will pay the price himself!"

Without waiting for Cui Yuanqing to answer, she raised her voice sharply, "I want to go back to Yuqiao Villa. Don't you understand? Do you have to force me to die in this mansion before you are satisfied?"