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

Haitang gently nudged Cheng Songan and asked, "Miss, why don't you go to the old lady's room and rest for a while?"

Cheng Songan rubbed her forehead. She drank a lot of wine, but she was not drunk. She was still conscious. She stood up and said, "Let's go back."

Haitang supported her, said goodbye to Zhang, and slowly walked out of Chunhui Garden.

The night wind blew away a lot of the drunkenness. Haitang gathered the cloak for Cheng Songan and wrapped her tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The gaze of these eyes passed over the rockery and the pond and fell on a couple not far away - Cheng Wanxin was like a withered lotus in the wind, gentle and pitiful, while Cui Yuanqing, who was standing opposite her, was patiently saying something to her.

Cheng Songan stared at them intently, trying hard to suppress the slight disappointment in her heart. She didn't want to have this emotion. Disappointment meant that she still had hope for him. She should have been indifferent and ignored. If there was anything else, it should be anger, not disappointment.

She couldn't understand why Cui Yuanqing, who was always a cold person, suddenly confessed his feelings to her and said he wanted to put aside the past with Cheng Wanxin. But now he was still entangled with her. This was not as straightforward and cold as the previous life, which made her give up.

"Girl, don't stand there in the wind..." Haitang followed her gaze and her tone became cold, "Let's go back."

Cheng Songan nodded, and the moment she withdrew her gaze, Cui Yuanqing seemed to sense it and suddenly looked towards her.

Lanterns were hung everywhere in the courtyard of the mansion. Under the dim light, Cui Yuanqing's gaze seemed unusually deep and bright.

When he looked over, Cheng Wanxin also looked over. There was a sadness on her face, as if she had been crying.

The three people no longer concealed their thoughts in the dark; they were all clearly written on their faces, but no one could see clearly what the expression on the other person's face was.

Cheng Songan sneered, turned around without saying a word, and didn't want to look at them again.

"Come here!" Cui Yuanqing spoke, and his tone was not cold.

Cheng Songan pretended not to hear and continued walking a few steps with Haitang's support.

Cui Yuanqing spoke again: "Yun Dai, come here!"

Cheng Songan staggered, turned around slowly, and looked at them again.

The jealousy in Cheng Wanxin's eyes became even more unconcealed. Cui Yuanqing's gaze did not linger on her for even a moment, but stared straight at Cheng Songan. When she turned around, he took two steps towards her.

"I'm calling you, why are you leaving?" Cui Yuanqing didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with him and Cheng Wanxin's behavior of sending the servants away and talking alone.

Cheng Songan replied with a fake smile: "I didn't hear it."

Cui Yuanqing simply walked over and said to Haitang, "You take the second young lady to Cixian Hall, and I will take my wife back."

Haitang had a cold face, did not answer, and did not move.

Cheng Songan sneered, "The adults are almost there, why would you mind taking a few more steps? Why are you ordering my people around?"

Cui Yuanqing didn't care about her weirdness. Instead, he reached out and touched her forehead, saying, "Don't drink too much in the future."

Cheng Songan snorted coldly and shook off his hand. Didn't he say in the afternoon that he knew she liked Li Qingzhao and liked horse fighting and fighting? Didn't he know that she also yearned for the life of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng, "pouring down golden cups, fighting until the candles were burned out, and not caring about the evening"?

Cheng Wanxin also came over at some point, the tears on her face had long since disappeared, and she said to Cui Yuanqing in a meaningful way: "Sir, don't forget what Wanxin just said."

Cui Yuanqing frowned, seeming very unhappy, but in the end he did not get angry and just nodded lightly.

Cheng Wanxin then bowed to Cheng Songan and smiled: "Brother-in-law is worried that sister will be hurt by drinking, it's all out of good intentions, don't misunderstand him."

Cheng Songan was already eighteen years old and taller than her. For the first time, she couldn't help but use this advantage to glance down at her, her eyes full of oppression - what position and identity did she use to explain the meaning of Cui Yuanqing's words to his original wife?

Cheng Wanxin couldn't help but shrink back in fear at her aura and subconsciously looked at Cui Yuanqing.

But Cui Yuanqing didn't look at her. It seemed that there was only Cheng Songan in his eyes. He was a little surprised, and there was a hint of surprise in his surprise.

Cheng Songan smiled contemptuously: "What does my husband mean? Why do you, a cousin, need to explain it for him? Besides, I didn't misunderstand him. It's just a hobby between husband and wife. Don't you think so, husband?"

As she spoke, she smiled sweetly, stretched out her index finger, hooked it around Cui Yuanqing's jade belt, and looked up and asked.

Cui Yuanqing tilted his head, looked at her with interest, raised his eyebrows and hummed.

Cheng Wanxin's face turned a little awkward, but then she put on a smile again: "Wanxin hasn't gotten married yet, so naturally she doesn't understand."

After a pause, he continued, "Please trouble my brother-in-law to see you off for a while. Wanxin can walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Cheng Songan felt that there was something else behind her words. He looked up at Cui Yuanqing but couldn't tell anything.

Haitang had been patient for a long time and couldn't help but interrupted coldly, "I'll take the second young lady there."

Cheng Songan smiled and said, "Okay."

Cheng Wanxin glanced at Cui Yuanqing, and seeing that he had no intention of sending her back, she lowered her eyes and bit her lip, agreeing to let Haitang send her back.

When their figures disappeared in the distance of the lights, Cheng Songan wrapped his cloak tightly, which was about to fall apart, turned around and walked towards Yunxiang Pavilion.

Cui Yuanqing grabbed her hand and said in an ambiguous voice: "Didn't Madam say that she wanted some sexual pleasure?"

Cheng Songan did not resist, he leaned forward, raised his head and hugged his waist, with a sly and innocent expression on his porcelain-white face: "I'm drunk, I want you to carry me, does this count?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he lifted her up with one hand and placed her on the rocks by the roadside, turned his back to her and said, "Come up."

Cheng Songan was stunned for a moment, but she was just teasing him, she didn't expect Cui Yuanqing to really carry her. She pouted and climbed onto his back, so she didn't have to walk back by herself, what a pleasure.

Cui Yuanqing waited for her to lie down, then carried her back steadily. Along the way, the old women who were guarding the yard kept quiet and did not dare to disturb her.

The moonlight is like silver, shining on the ground, and the autumn insects are chirping softly, creating a kind of eternal peace.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol or something else, but Cheng Songan felt that this kind of beauty only made her sadder. If Cui Yuanqing was not real, why would his attitude towards her change like this? But if it was real, then what was she in her previous life?

Big tears dripped uncontrollably onto Cui Yuanqing's neck, burning him so much that he paused and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Cheng Songan didn't answer, but simply hugged his neck and cried freely on his neck.

Cui Yuanqing asked tentatively: "Cheng Yundai, you have considered it and want to start over with me, right?"