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

Shuqi felt that his master was a little pitiful, and hurriedly comforted him, "I think this lady has good intentions but does bad things. Maybe she listened to Madam and asked her to give you a concubine. Don't think too much about it."

These words were really pale and powerless, but at the moment he couldn't think of any more comforting words.

Pei Huaizhi turned a deaf ear to him and stared at the scroll, becoming more and more annoyed. A murderous look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he threw the scroll in his hand at Wu Songsong.

"You restless slave will be beaten to death! You are an eyesore!"

Wu Songsong scratched his head and replied yes.

Pei Huaizhi came back this time to celebrate his wife's birthday. Now that these two things have happened, can he still celebrate the birthday?

Shuqi opened the curtain, and Pei Huaizhi stepped into the warm house from the windy atmosphere.

The warm breeze blowing in his face instantly took away the coldness from his body. The furnishings in the room had been changed, and Song Qingcheng's living habits were everywhere. His senses slowly awakened. Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar environment, the emptiness in his heart and chest became even more numb.

Today is the winter solstice, and the sun is shining brightly.

The green plum blossoms by the window are in full bloom, looking like someone.

Seeing that Pei Huaizhi rarely came back, the people in Chunhe Hall kept serving him as he came in and out.

Pei Huaizhi waved his hand, signaling them not to serve and to leave.

Gao Daxin's tall body sank into the armchair, his slender neck lying on the back of the chair, his handsome face completely hidden in the shadows, with seven parts of frustration and three parts of decadence.

The door creaked open from the outside and footsteps were heard coming in.

Pei Huaizhi didn't even raise his head, just sat decadently in the chair, his voice was a little hoarse, "How is it?"

Shuqi stood in front of the table, looked up at Pei Huaizhi, and didn't know how to start. He had traveled thousands of miles, traveling day and night, and even braving the biting cold wind to rush back from Jinling, just to celebrate his wife's birthday.

However, his wife found several concubines for him, which made his blood run cold instantly. It would be unpleasant for anyone.

Shuqi checked the matter between the lady and the wife, then shook his head.

"Madam has indeed not asked you to give her a concubine!"

After hearing these words, the handsome face in the shadow stood still as if he had been acupunctured. There was no movement for a long time. Until a long time passed, Shuqi thought that his master would not say anything else.

The young man suddenly raised the corner of his lips into a cold sneer.

"So, it was she who wanted to take a concubine for me."

Shuqi didn't dare to say anything and could only stand aside in silence.

Pei Huaizhi laughed softly a few times. He had known it for a long time, right? What was he expecting?

He never wrote home, and he deliberately didn't contact her for several months. She also never contacted him on her own initiative. All these things showed that his wife didn't have him in her heart.

Shuqi saw the bitter smile on his master's face and didn't know how to comfort him. When it comes to matters of the heart, only the person himself knows how he feels, and others have no room to comment. The master rushed back from Jinling, which was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. Who knows how bad his mood must be.

"Hey!"

He sighed slightly in his heart. He also secretly asked Qiuyue whether the lady had someone else in her heart or whether she had a childhood sweetheart, but all his answers were denied.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for his master. His lady might not have such deep feelings for him now, but she didn't have such deep feelings for other men either. This was the best news.

"Sir, you are so attentive to my lady, she will see it sooner or later!"

Shuqi said finally.

Pei Huaizhi slowly sat up from the armchair, stretched out his hand, and signaled Shuqi to leave. After running for three days and three nights, he was a little tired. He pinched his eyebrows with one hand and sighed deeply.

*

At the same time, Song Qingcheng returned to the General's Mansion.

Because it was her birthday, the Song family had already prepared a table full of birthday banquet, and Song's mother even bought a lucky charm for Song Qingcheng early on.

At the meeting, General Song asked whether Pei Huaizhi had been doing well in the south in the past few months.

Song Qingcheng bit her favorite fennel crispy meat and spoke vaguely. After all, Pei Huaizhi had not sent many letters back to the capital in the past few months. She remembered what Pei Huaizhi had said in her previous life, that no news was the best news, so she told him Pei Huaizhi's original words to her father.

Song's father nodded, and Song's mother nodded to Song Qingcheng, asking her to pay more attention to Pei Huaizhi and stop acting like a child.

Song Qingcheng curled her lips and nodded repeatedly.

It was not until the evening that Song Qingcheng came out of the general's mansion. She got her favorite ice cream and returned to Chunhetang.

She didn’t know if it was Song Qingcheng’s illusion, but she always felt that Chunhe Hall was particularly gloomy tonight.

"Why don't you light the lamp?"

Song Qingcheng asked in confusion.

The sky was pitch black, casting a dim shadow on the human figure.

The cold wind whistled past, and Song Qingcheng couldn't help but shiver and wrapped her cloak around herself.

When she arrived at the door of Chunhe Hall, she immediately pushed it open and walked in.

There was still no light in the room, and it was too dark to see clearly.

The nanny said to the maid of Chunhe Hall unhappily, "Why are you so lazy today? Why don't you light the lamp?"

The maid dared not say a word.

"What are you still standing there for? Go and light the lamp!"

Nanny gave another order.

At this moment, a deep and cold voice suddenly came from the darkness, "Get out!"

Everyone was shocked!

Song Qingcheng was even more frightened by the sudden male voice.

"grown ups!"

Song Qingcheng looked as hard as she could and vaguely saw a figure.

The maids heard the displeasure in Pei Huaizhi's voice, looked at Song Qingcheng worriedly, and then left the room.

"Sir, scaring others can kill them, don't you know?"

Song Qingcheng said with some dissatisfaction.

"You know fear, too?"

Pei Huaizhi's voice was extremely cold, and there was also a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng frowned slightly. She had already noticed that something was wrong with Pei Huaizhi. Without being able to see Pei Huaizhi, Song Qingcheng felt inexplicably dangerous.

So he did not respond to Pei Huaizhi's words and lit the palace lantern alone.

Pei Huaizhi's slender figure stood upright in the shadow that could not be cast by the palace lanterns.

His profile was cold, gloomy, and very rare, making it difficult to understand.

"Master Pei, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingcheng asked.

Pei Huaizhi then turned around, the gloom on his face almost unable to be suppressed, and his pair of deep pupils seemed to contain a storm.

Song Qingcheng took a few steps back unconsciously.

This unconscious action seemed to anger the person in front of him even more. Pei Huai took a few steps forward, passed his long arm under Song Qingcheng's ribs, and lifted her up without any warning.