She loses if she divorces, the reborn mistress only divorces her husband

Back in the bedroom, Song Qingyan asked the maids to go out and sat alone, going over last night's dream from beginning to end.

Although she dreamed about her past life, everything that happened revolved around herself. Especially after she left the capital with the Guo family, she knew very little about the news of the capital.

If she wants to change her fate in this life, she must first reject the Guo family's proposal and look for another better match.

Chu Tingyu is missing and his life or death is unknown. He is definitely not suitable. Then who is the best candidate?

A name suddenly popped up and Song Qingyan's heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, Zhao Yunying's voice came from outside the door, "Yan'er."

Song Qingyan was startled by the sudden voice. She patted her chest to calm herself down before answering, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you." Zhao Yunying pushed open the door, saw that her daughter looked unhappy, closed the door and walked over.

"Yan'er, let me talk to you." Zhao Yunying had been paying attention to Song Qingyan's expression.

After leaving the palace, she could see that Song Qingyan was unhappy, probably because she was disappointed that she couldn't marry Chu Tingyu.

Song Qingyan has always wanted to marry Chu Tingyu, but Concubine Zhong has no such intention, so she comes to comfort her.

"Yan'er, mother knows that you like Prince Jing." Zhao Yunying sat beside her and said gently.

"Although Prince Jing has never married, I just asked your grandmother, and she said that the Imperial Concubine has already chosen a wife for Prince Jing."

Song Qingyan naturally knew it.

In her previous life, she knew that Concubine Zhong had never taken a liking to her, and if she insisted on marrying Chu Tingyu, she could only be a concubine.

This was something she could never accept. How could she, a legitimate daughter, become a concubine?

So she later married Guo Boyan, who was the most suitable man for her at that time.

Zhao Yunying thought Song Qingyan would be unhappy after hearing this, but she didn't expect that she would accept it calmly, "Mom, I understand."

Zhao Yunying looked at her with some suspicion.

A few days ago, Song Qingyan had been asking her to go find Mrs. Zhong and express her desire to marry Chu Tingyu to Concubine Zhong. Why did she suddenly calm down today?

Song Qingyan saw that Zhao Yunying didn't believe it, so she smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I know what's important and what's not."

"Although we are relatives of the Imperial Concubine, we can't help Prince Jing much. The Princess of Prince Jing that the Imperial Concubine has chosen must be from a prominent family and be able to help Prince Jing."

"My daughter lost her mind a few days ago. I have thought carefully these past two days and I shouldn't act so recklessly. And as you said before, marrying a prince may not be a good thing."

"Yan'er, it's great that you think so." Zhao Yunying was quite surprised.

She finally felt relieved, it seemed that her daughter had finally grown up.

"Mom, who does the imperial concubine take a fancy to?" Song Qingyan asked curiously.

In her previous life, Concubine Zhong also wanted to wait for Chu Tingyu to return to Beijing from the northwest before preparing for his marriage. At that time, she was hopeless in marrying Chu Tingyu, and she was so disappointed that she didn't want to know who the other party was.

As a result, Chu Tingyu disappeared for several years, and in the end she had no idea which lady Concubine Zhong had fallen in love with.

Since we have to rearrange our plans in this life, we need to know more about the situation.

Zhao Yunying also asked Zhong this question, "I heard from your grandmother that it should be He Bingshu, the eldest granddaughter of Grand Tutor He Cong."

"Ah?" Song Qingyan was shocked and blurted out with eyes wide open, "How could it be her?"

"Why not?" Zhao Yunying asked curiously, "Yan'er, do you know something?"

"No, no." Song Qingyan suppressed her surprise and shook her head quickly, "I just heard others talking about it. They all thought it was Prime Minister Luo or the daughter of Qin Ge's family."

Zhao Yunying smiled and said, "Although Prime Minister Luo and Elder Qin have considerable influence in the court, it is precisely because of this that the Imperial Concubine will not choose them."

"why?"

"We can't arouse the emperor's suspicion." Zhao Yunying lowered her voice, "It has been like this in every dynasty. If the prince gets too close to important officials in the court, no emperor will feel at ease..."

"So the Imperial Concubine chose the He family because He Cong is no longer in the court?" Song Qingyan asked.

"This is just one of them." Seeing her asking more questions, Zhao Yunying simply told her more.

Although women in their boudoirs do not care about worldly affairs, it is better to know more than to know nothing.

"Although He Cong has retired, he was once a cabinet minister, his students are all over the world, and he was also the teacher of the emperor. His influence cannot be underestimated. Moreover, the He family remains neutral now, so the emperor can rest assured."

"If He Bingshu marries Prince Jing, the He family will naturally side with him, which will be a great help to him. The Imperial Concubine has long had her eyes on He Bingshu, and she just came of age this year, so even though Prince Jing has not yet married, the Imperial Concubine is not particularly anxious."

"Is the He family willing?" Song Qingyan asked again.

"Of course." Zhao Yunying nodded. "Although He Cong said that he would not stand on the side of any prince, he actually admired Prince Jing. Prince Jing requested to go to the western border to command the war this time. Some ministers opposed it, but He Cong fully supported it."

"What's wrong, Yan'er?" Zhao Yunying saw that she was still frowning after listening to her, as if she didn't agree with her words, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." Song Qingyan shook her head. "Mom, this is the first time I've heard you talk about these things."

There were a few strands of hair scattered on her forehead. Zhao Yunying raised her head and tucked the hair behind her ear. She asked, "Yan'er, what do you think of Guo Boyan, the eldest son of the Guo family, whom the imperial concubine mentioned today?"

Of course Song Qingyan was unwilling, let alone marrying him. She now wished she could burn down the Guo family to avenge her past life.

But she didn't refuse outright.

"Mom, I really don't want to get married so early, and I'm not familiar with the Guo family at all, so I don't want to get married blindly. If the other party is a family like the Marquis of Wu'an, then I'm jumping into a fire pit."

"You have a point." Zhao Yunying felt sorry for her daughter.

"I will tell your grandmother not to rush to agree, and to investigate the family tradition of the Guo family first, and most importantly, Guo Boyan's character. Getting married is a woman's top priority, and you can't just look at family background."

"Thank you, mother." Song Qingyan took her arm affectionately.

Ever since Lin's accident, there has been a barrier between mother and daughter, and their relationship is not as close as before.

But today, Song Qingyan was so sensible and took the initiative to act coquettishly, which made Zhao Yunying feel much more comfortable.

She patted the back of Song Qingyan's hand, and her tone was nervous when she spoke again, "Yan'er, is there any news from Wutou?"

What she has been most concerned about recently is the assassins sent by Wutou to Tacheng to hunt down Li Jingwan.

"Not yet." Song Qingyan sat up straight. "Maybe they haven't made their move yet. There are people from the escort agency around Li Jingwan."

"Yan'er, no matter whether they succeed or not, just stop." Zhao Yunying was a little anxious.

"Lin... Lin's death has been determined by Yingtian Prefecture to be the work of robbers. Even if Li Jingwan wants to investigate, without Lin's confirmation, there is no need to worry even if she suspects me..."

"Besides, Prince Jing sent people to look for Ma Wenpo, but there has been no news. Maybe she has already gone to other places."

These days she regretted very much that day when she promised Song Qingyan and paid money to let Wutou's killer get rid of Li Jingwan.

I was almost driven crazy by fear and self-blame.

She decided that no matter what, she would make Song Qingyan give in today and let her turn back from her wrong path.

Zhao Yunying had prepared other arguments, but as soon as she finished these words, Song Qingyan agreed immediately, "Okay."

Again, it was beyond her expectations.

"Mom, I know that your recent illness is due to this matter." Song Qingyan said very sensibly, "I was indeed too impulsive some time ago and didn't think too much about it. Instead, I made you embarrassed and worried."

She lowered her head guiltily, "Mom, don't worry, I promise I will never interfere in matters related to the Lin family again."

"Really?" Zhao Yunying asked doubtfully, "Yan'er, do you really think so?"

"Yes." Song Qingyan nodded, "I will listen to you from now on."

The worry and concern that filled Zhao Yunying's heart suddenly disappeared by half. She held Song Qingyan's hand, her tone excited.

"Yan'er, I'm relieved if you think this way."

"I'm sorry, mother." Song Qingyan's voice choked with sobs, "I will never be so reckless again."

-

As soon as Zhao Yunying left, the guilt on Song Qingyan's face disappeared completely.

She didn't think she had done anything wrong. The reason she agreed to Zhao Yunying was mainly because she had more important things to do.

At the same time, she also wanted to repair her relationship with Zhao Yunying. After all, she would still depend on Zhao Yunying for what she would do in the future.

Chu Tingyu will disappear next, so there is no need for her to waste time on him anymore. She doesn’t need to take Li Jingwan seriously either.

When Zhao Yunying came to see her just now, she had already decided who she wanted to marry.

She is going to marry the second prince Chu Tingjue!

In the previous life in the dream, Chu Tingjue would eventually become the crown prince and the future emperor.

If she became Chu Tingjue's legal wife, she would be the queen in the future, the most noble woman in the world!

Now that she knew who the final winner was, she would naturally choose the path that would lead her to the highest point.

At this time, Chu Tingjue only had a concubine and had not married a wife.

But she clearly remembered what happened in the dream, Chu Tingjue’s wife was He Bingshu!

That's why she was surprised when Zhao Yunying said that Concubine Zhong and He Cong were interested in getting married.

She clearly remembered that in her previous life, it was the emperor who personally issued an edict to grant the marriage, allowing He Bingshu to marry Chu Tingjue as his legal wife.

The marriage was granted on the second day of Wanshou Festival.

After a quick calculation, Song Qingyan was shocked to find that it would be just ten days later.

In her previous life, there was a banquet in the palace on the birthday of her husband, but she did not attend because she was not feeling well.

Something must have happened in the palace that day, which caused He Bingshu, whom Concubine Zhong had long favored, to suddenly marry Chu Tingjue.

This time, she couldn't miss the opportunity.

She must replace He Bingshu and become the future queen.

-

After a bumpy ride, the carriage finally stopped, and soon the door was opened, letting in light.

Li Jingwan squinted her eyes, somewhat uncomfortable with the suddenly brighter environment.

"Come out!" a Xirong soldier shouted at her in Shengchao dialect.

Li Jingwan pointed to her bound feet and he impatiently drew out a knife and cut the ropes.

"Come down."

Li Jingwan jumped off the carriage, but because she hadn't moved for a long time, her knees went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

She took a nap in the carriage. Judging from the position of the sun, it was now morning, so she had stayed in the carriage for most of the day and had already left Sheng Dynasty.

"Go!" The Xirong soldier pushed her from behind.

Li Jingwan staggered forward, suppressed her anger and walked forward, while observing the surrounding environment.

This was a military camp with twenty or thirty tents set up. There were many soldiers coming and going, and some of them were looking at her with ill intentions.

Li Jingwan lowered her head slightly to avoid their sight, her heart slowly sinking.

This is the territory of the Xirong people, and it is impossible for her to escape.

The soldier took her to a tent, which was very simply furnished with a stove for heating and boiling water, and a low couch covered with fur.

"Change your clothes." The soldier pointed at the couch and ordered, while loosening the rope on her hands, "Hurry up."

He wasn't worried that Li Jingwan would run away, so he left after saying that.

When Li Jingwan approached, she found a piece of clothing of similar color to the fur on the couch. She picked it up and looked at it, and her face was immediately filled with anger.

This turned out to be a very revealing skirt.

She threw the clothes directly on the ground, feeling angry, desperate and panic in her heart.

The meaning of asking her to change clothes is self-evident.

No wonder the Xirong cavalry wanted to capture her. They are a bunch of worse than pigs and dogs.

Li Jingwan reached into her clothes and touched the small knife. At worst, she would die here today.

But she would not commit suicide. Even if she died, she would take the life of that Xirong bastard with her!

Next, she kept staring at the entrance of the tent nervously.

The occasional sounds of talking and laughing coming from outside the tent made her tense and alert.

After a while, someone really lifted the tent curtain, bent slightly, and walked in.

It was the bearded man who led the group of cavalrymen that took her away.

The bearded man grinned at her and glanced at the clothes thrown on the ground.

The tone of his Shengchao dialect also sounded strange, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

Li Jingwan stared at him with a look that showed she would never give in.

The bearded man took two steps towards her and said, "You are locked up with sheep, and you smell like sheep. Change your clothes to get rid of the smell."

"If you want to change it, do it yourself." Li Jingwan said with disdain, wishing she was covered in sheep dung.

"You are quite strong-willed." The bearded man laughed, "Not bad, I like it, it suits my taste."

"It's okay if you don't want to change. I don't mind you." He opened his collar and reached out to untie his belt. "I like women with strong tempers. They must taste good."

After saying that, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

Li Jingwan was almost nauseated and took two steps back, her back pressed against the tent wall. She shouted, "Stop!"

But there was a slight tremor in his voice.

The bearded man kept advancing, "You are my prey, it's my turn to enjoy you."

He suddenly took a quick step forward and pressed down with his strong body. Li Jingwan dodged to the side and ran towards the exit of the tent, but the bearded man grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"You can't run away, little beauty."

As he said this, he pushed Li Jingwan back, threw her onto the couch, and then untied her belt.

"Get out of here! Get out!" Li Jingwan stepped back in fear, but there was no escape left.

With the determination to die, she grasped the handle of the knife in her clothes with her right hand.

If the beast dared to touch her, she would chop it down with a knife.

The bearded man threw down his belt, took off his outer robe, and stretched out his hand with a lecherous look, "My little beauty, I'll make you feel good right away..."