Reborn, meet you again!

Song Wan came out of Madam Pei's room and left the house directly.

When they arrived at the Imperial Street, it was already crowded with many onlookers. The scene was much grander than Song Wan had imagined.

Far surpassing the Regent Jun Jiuchen who defeated Mobei a month ago, returned with his army, and helped the new emperor ascend the throne.

Also!

Although Mobei has always been Tianqi's biggest hidden danger, it is still far away for the people in Shangjing.

Compared to the regent who was rumored to have an ugly face that had to be covered with a mask and who killed people without blinking an eye.

The Huai Wang Mansion has a clean and upright family tradition and has always been loved by the people. Yun Zheng grew up in Shangjing, and is both talented in civil and military affairs, with excellent appearance and character. Now he has driven the rebels out of Shangjing, saving the people of Shangjing from disaster.

Naturally, the people became more grateful to him and Prince Huai's Mansion.

However, when Yun Zheng finally appeared before everyone, the expected cheers did not emanate. This was because the attendants behind Yun Zheng were solemnly escorting a coffin...

It is still very cold in March.

Yun Zheng, who was walking in front, had already taken off his silver-white armor and was only wearing a plain white robe. Every step he took was extremely heavy.

Song Wan looked at Yun Zheng who was slowly walking towards her through the crowd.

I could hear the quiet chatter of several students.

"Although this Crown Prince's wife is from Prime Minister Song's mansion, she and Song Jing have always been willful and reckless in Shangjing. When she was stalking Crown Prince Yun, she was even more rebellious and had no regard for her dignity at all."

"But she was, after all, the wife of Prince Yun, married through formal marriage. She waited for him for so many years, and only got married when she was an old maid. It's truly pitiful that she was abducted by rebels on her wedding day..."

"Yes, now that I think about it, although Miss Song was a bit flamboyant and uneducated in the past, she never did anything truly evil. She died at such a young age, and... at the hands of her own husband. It's truly a pity..."

Just hearing this, some people became unhappy.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Death at the hands of your husband. Prince Yun has always valued friendship and loyalty. This time, he had to kill his own relatives for the sake of the safety of Tianqi. I think he must be sadder than anyone else! Stop your nonsense!"

The man hurriedly said after hearing this.

"That's not what I meant... Hey... In the final analysis, it's all the fault of that damned traitor!"

Song Wan didn't expect that she didn't have a good reputation when she was alive, but now that she is "dead" she can hear these things.

I couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Because of my mother's death, my father was determined to climb up the social ladder, so he was extremely cautious in everything he did.

He said that the late emperor was suspicious, and even though he came from a humble family, since he had sat in this position, the Prime Minister's Mansion was still isolated and helpless, and unpopular among the people. So he asked her, Song Jing, and Song Yan to restrain their edge and not show off in everything.

Fortunately, she was thick-skinned and never cared about reputation, so she simply let herself become what people called a "fool".

But if not for this, the late emperor would not have been willing to let her marry Yun Zheng.

As for the third sister, she was gentle and sensitive, and her father was afraid that she could not stand the rumors, so he did not force her.

While Song Wan was thinking, Yun Zheng's figure was getting closer and closer to her.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his once handsome features seemed to be covered with an inexplicable heaviness.

If it were in the past, Song Wan would definitely feel distressed.

But now, she didn't know what she was feeling...

Hate? That's natural! But there was also a faint reluctance, unwilling to admit that in the past five years, I had become a complete fool...

Just as Yun Zheng's figure passed by Song Wan, the team suddenly stopped.

Song Wan looked up and vaguely saw Yun Zheng seemed to say something to the person next to him, and then he turned around and walked away with several people carrying the coffin.

"Huh? Why is Prince Yun heading east? Isn't Prince Huai's mansion in the north?"

When some doubtful voices arose from the crowd, Song Wan was startled.

East of the city?

The direction Yun Zheng went...

Could it be... the Prime Minister's Mansion? What does he want to do?

Song Wan subconsciously wanted to follow Yun Zheng's direction, but was stopped by Lu Luo.

"Miss, where are you going? The shops I picked are all in the west of the city."

The young lady has gradually become less interested in joining in the fun after she got married. Why is it that today she not only comes to watch the fun, but also seems to be chasing after it?

Song Wan finally came to his senses.

"I won't go. I trust your judgment. Go tell the shop owners that I will come with the Marquis' wife tomorrow to settle down. Just let them prepare!"

Although Luoluo felt strange, she did not ask any further questions.

"Okay, but Miss, there are many people here today, so please be careful."

"Nothing, Hong Chang is following."

Luoluo nodded, turned around and walked alone towards the west of the city.

……

When Song Wan arrived at the gate of the Prime Minister's Residence, it was already surrounded by a group of common people who had followed him, as well as the children of some officials in the capital.

Yun Zheng knelt straight between the two majestic stone lions in the prime minister's residence and spoke loudly.

"My son-in-law, Yun Zheng, has returned with my wife and wants to see my father-in-law!"

"Please see me, father-in-law!"

However, the door of the prime minister's residence remained tightly closed, and not a single sound was heard.

Yun Zheng was not in a hurry. He just straightened his back and knelt there, motionless.

His handsome eyes were filled with unshakable determination.

In the Prime Minister's residence, Aunt Wen was extremely anxious as she listened to the servant's report.

She had clearly written a letter to her son-in-law, asking him not to come and wait until the master's anger subsided.

Why is this uncle so stubborn...

"Aunt Wen, there are already many people outside watching the fun."

"Although the master has instructed us not to let the son-in-law into the mansion, if we continue to remain closed to the public, I'm afraid it will alert more people. What do you think we should do..."

Wen tightened the handkerchief in her hand anxiously and asked.

"Where is the master now?"

"In the study." The servant immediately reported.

Wen thought about it and quickly walked towards the backyard.

She knew that although the Prime Minister had married her according to her sister's will, he had also given her all the respect he deserved over the years.

But in the Prime Minister's heart, she actually had no weight, and she had never had any unrealistic fantasies.

But it's not a good idea to continue the stalemate outside. I can only rely on my two children to go and persuade the master together.

After all, although the Prime Minister had no romantic feelings for her, he cared most about his three children.