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

Cui Yuanqing threw the water cup on the table, walked out of the room, and soon brought Haitang and Mudan over.

Cheng Songan glanced at the self-ringing clock on the table and said anxiously, "It's almost time, go quickly."

Haitang said, "What does it matter if the satin is delivered late? How can I go there without worrying about your health?"

Cheng Songan pointed at the Shu embroidery and said in a hoarse voice that almost broke: "I told you to go, so go. Mudan and the others are at home."

Cui Yuanqing frowned and said calmly, "The master has arranged things for you to do, so you should do them promptly. Why are you pushing and shoving her? How can you say she is so delicate? Do you think I am a dead person too?"

After hearing this, Cheng Songan pounded his fist on the pillow and said angrily, "If my girl doesn't do well anymore, I will teach her a lesson. You are not allowed to say anything about her!"

She was already eighteen years old this year, and her face had long lost its childishness, and she was now well-behaved. However, during her illness, her face was flushed and angry, and her cheeks were a little bulging. Although her words were sharp, they made people feel funny. She was just like the spoiled and domineering Yizhou child more than ten years ago.

Cui Yuanqing's heart moved, and he didn't bother with her because she was sick. He just looked at Haitang sharply.

Haitang immediately lowered her head, not daring to say anything else. She had no choice but to pick up the Shu embroidery on the table and walked out.

Cui Yuanqing looked at her with some surprise. She was so sick, but she was worried about this piece of material? Was she going to make clothes? He didn't need new clothes now.

He turned his eyes away unnaturally and said to Mudan, "Bring lunch in."

Mudan hurried over, carrying a small table with only a few dishes of light side dishes and porridge on it.

Cheng Songan looked at it and shook his head with a bitter face: "I don't like to eat these."

Cui Yuanqing said coldly: "You can't be picky about food. When you are sick, you should act like a patient!"

Cheng Songan glared at him irritably: "What have you been doing here?"

Cui Yuanqing: "Do you think I am willing? If it weren't for my grandmother forcing me, I wouldn't bother with you."

Cheng Songan snorted coldly. No wonder he fed her water. It turned out that it was all because of his grandmother's coercion. He must have cursed her a thousand times in his heart.

Her throat was hurting, so Mudan fed her some porridge. Her stomach felt vaguely warm, so she stopped eating and lay down to sleep again.

But this sleep was so long that her past and present lives kept appearing in her dreams, making it hard for her to tell where she was. The last scene still stayed in Yunxiang Pavilion, with only Haitang accompanying her, waiting for death without hope.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but her body gradually became hot, and every part of her body was in great pain. She hugged the quilt and her body began to tremble.

Suddenly, the whole person felt lighter, as if someone had pulled him up.

Cui Yuanqing grabbed her with an angry look on his face and said, "Cheng Songan, don't tell me you drank the medicinal food again!"

Cheng Songan had a fever and was almost unconscious. Without the cover of the quilt, the coldness invaded her, making her feel aching in the joints of her bones and her body shaking with pain.

She stared with empty eyes, searching aimlessly, her voice trembling: "Where's Haitang? Haitang, don't leave me!"

The voice was dry and hoarse, and indescribably miserable.

Cui Yuanqing was stunned and let go of his hand.

Cheng Songan fell straight onto the bed. She grabbed at nothing, looking up and trembling, "I'm going to die again, Haitang, I only have you, don't leave me, I'm scared..."

Cui Yuanqing held her shoulders, turned her towards his face, and frowned, "What tricks are you playing?"

Cheng Songan met his eyes and shrank suddenly. Cui Yuanqing's face kept getting bigger and bigger in front of her, and the expression of disgust was extremely clear.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably: "Cui Yuanqing, I want to divorce you. Please let me go. You don't have to wait until I die. I will give this position to her."

Cui Yuanqing's grip on her shoulders suddenly tightened, and he whispered, "Cheng Songan, do you really want to divorce me?"

Cheng Songan's body, which was already in so much pain, felt as if it was about to break apart. She struggled, "I died once, so I don't owe you anything. Don't drive Haitang away."

Cui Yuanqing saw her flushed cheeks and felt the burning sensation in his hands. Then he realized that she had a high fever and started talking nonsense.

He let go of his hand, and Cheng Songan immediately curled up into a ball, sticking to the wall, still looking for something with his empty eyes open.

For some reason, her eyes touched something in Cui Yuanqing's heart, and he couldn't help but tentatively reach out his hand and stroke her back.

Cheng Songan stopped crying and asked numbly, "Where's Haitang? I'm so scared, am I going to die again?"

Cui Yuanqing softened his voice and patted her gently: "No, you are sick, but you won't die."

Cheng Songan stared at him blankly and murmured, "I don't want to be sick again, and I don't want to die again."

Cui Yuanqing could hardly bear her desperate and pleading look. He gently stroked her eyelids with his cool fingers and said softly, "You will be fine after taking the medicine. You won't die."

His voice was so bewitching that Cheng Songan actually closed his eyes. However, he still curled up into a ball and kept shaking like a cat caught in the rain.

After a while, the pain came again. Cheng Songan grabbed at everything like a drowning man, mumbling: "Haitang, where are you? I'm in so much pain, please hug me..."

The person next to her hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his arms, wrapped her burning body in his embrace, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, you'll be fine once the fever goes away."

Cheng Songan smelled the faint scent of soapberry on him, and seemed to have a very familiar feeling. She couldn't remember in which dream she had been hugged like this by Cui Yuanqing, so she was dreaming now.

Even in the dream, at least he didn't hate himself. Cheng Songan was wrapped in this familiar feeling, gradually calmed down, and fell asleep while enduring the pain.

After a night of high fever, Cheng Songan woke up the next day. His body became light again and the heavy feeling on his head disappeared. Except for a little nasal congestion and cough, he was basically fine.

Haitang fed her porridge with bloodshot eyes.

There was no one in the room, so Cheng Songan asked quietly, "Did I say anything nonsense last night?"

Haitang said, "The master asked us to guard outside. I only vaguely heard you calling me, but I don't think you said anything."

Cheng Songan exhaled and said, "So you came in and held me to sleep? When I was a kid, every time I was sick, you and Auntie would take turns holding me and comforting me."

Haitang smiled and said, "Miss, you are just talking nonsense now. The adults were inside last night and didn't let us in."

Cheng Songan's hand holding the spoon trembled. So, was it really Cui Yuanqing who hugged her last night? How could it be possible? He hated himself so much.

He kept the maids and old women outside just to make her suffer more.

Cheng Songan didn't think about it. For the sake of his health, he ate some glutinous rice porridge and a bowl of steamed egg with lotus seeds. He felt a little stronger, so he asked, "How was the thing I asked you to do yesterday?"

Haitang smiled and said, "Of course it will work. Hong Luo took a liking to us after just one look. I also followed your instructions and did not hide our identities."

Cheng Songan felt relieved and accepted the satin. In the future, Princess Xiang might not take things from other families seriously, so the connection was established.

In her previous life, her mother-in-law Zhang used her things to curry favor with Princess Xiang. She didn't want to be a sucker again in this life. Since this was the most useful connection, she might as well hold it in her own hands.

Haitang continued, "Hongluo said that Chiyu has probably been bred, and I will definitely let you know in a few days."

Cheng Songan clapped his hands happily, got up from the bed immediately, found a pen and paper and started to work.

Haitang shook her head helplessly and could only let her go.

Cheng Songan picked up the pen and wrote a few times, but was not very satisfied. He threw it away and wrote again. He wrote again and threw it away again, but was still not satisfied.

Cui Yuanqing came in at some point, frowned at her and asked, "What are you crazy about?"

Cheng Songan glanced at him, not knowing if it was an illusion, but he felt that although he was speaking sarcastically, there was some concern in his eyes.

Thinking of the not-quite-real embrace last night, she lowered her eyes and did not retort. She just said, "Write a letter of engagement for my cat."