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

Outside the window, there are loud gongs and drums, harmonious music of zither and harp, and the sound of firecrackers, each of which sounds festive.

Cheng Songan didn't expect that she was reborn, but she was reborn on the day she got married.

Cheng Wanxin, her concubine's younger sister, pinned a phoenix hairpin on her head, which looked like it was about to fly. Her fair and beautiful face was full of innocence, and her voice was clear and pleasant: "Eldest sister, this phoenix hairpin suits you best."

"Yes," Cheng Songan gently touched the phoenix tail, "Graceful, elegant and generous."

But he was the least liked by Cui Yuanqing.

Cui Yuanqing, her husband in her previous life, entered the Hanlin Academy at the age of seventeen. He was gentle, well-educated, and had unparalleled good looks. He was the dream man of all the girls in the capital.

However, even with such a gentle person, Cheng Songan failed to warm his heart in ten years. He never got angry with her, but he also never opened his heart to her. To him, she was nothing more than a wooden figure used to manage household chores, serve the parents-in-law, and raise children.

Cheng Songan thought about the day she died.

The days are long in summer, and although the sun is about to set, the ground is still very steamy. However, Cheng Songan is covered with a thin quilt. She looks at the blood-red setting sun outside. It is so beautiful, and she doesn't know how many times she can see it again.

Haitang, the only dowry, brought the medicine and said to Cheng Songan, who was staring at the setting sun outside the window in a daze, "Miss, it's time to take the medicine."

Cheng Songan coughed violently for a while and shook her head. She knew her body well. It was running out of energy and no amount of medicine would help.

Haitang's eyes were wet, but she held back her tears and continued to persuade her, "Girl, take care of yourself."

Cheng Songan stretched out his skinny hand, gently patted the back of Haitang's hand, and asked hopefully, "Did the master really bring my second sister in?"

Sir, I am referring to Cui Yuanqing.

Ever since she fell ill, Cui's mother was worried that her illness would bring bad luck to her, and she suggested it to Cui Yuanqing several times, both openly and secretly, forcing her to move out of the main courtyard, leaving only a few maids and old women who came with her as a dowry to serve her.

At first, Cheng Songan just thought that she would get better after some rest, and she didn't take it seriously. However, she didn't expect that her illness would become long-lasting and it would get harder to recover.

Cheng Songan just couldn't believe it. Her husband was a handsome, elegant and upright gentleman. He might be a little cold in temperament, but he had lived with her for ten years and had never taken a concubine or even a maid during that time.

How could he take her half-sister into his house when she was still alive?

That night, Cui Yuanqing left the cabinet and came to her courtyard, seeming to have something to say to her.

"Did you marry my half-sister?" Cheng Songan asked with a sullen face before he could speak.

Cui Yuanqing frowned, but finally nodded.

Cheng Songan coughed violently, feeling sad and unwilling. She asked, "Did your mother-in-law force you to do that?"

Cui Yuanqing shook his head and sighed: "No, to win her heart..."

Wanxin, huh, he called her Wanxin. They were so intimate just after entering the door?

They have been married for so many years, but he has almost never addressed her by name. When there is something to say, he just gets straight to the point. When he has no choice at a banquet, he calls her "Madam". Cheng Songan almost forgot that she has a name.

Married to him for nearly ten years, he had never had much intimacy with her. On the wedding day, he drank too much and went straight to the study to rest. After that, he was busy with official business and disappeared for several days.

When his parents-in-law kept urging him to have children, he remembered that he had not yet consummated his marriage with his new wife, so he just finished the job. He was a serious person and was not obsessed with sex, and he only slept in her room three to five days a month.

Cheng Songan was never able to get pregnant, so she asked an imperial physician to examine her, who diagnosed that she was infertile. However, Cui Yuanqing did not take a concubine, nor did he say anything.

Three years later, Cui's mother made a big fuss and forced Cui Yuanqing to take a concubine, but he maintained his feelings for her and refused. Later, he had no choice but to adopt a five or six-year-old boy named Yong from a distant branch of the Cui family and raised him as his own.

Because he felt guilty towards the Cui family, Cheng Songan put all his heart on Yong Ge'er, teaching him carefully, even being a little strict, hoping that he could have a good future like his father.

Cheng Songan recalled the years of enduring humiliation and working diligently to support the household, but in fact it was all in vain, and he felt a little disheartened.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Cui Yuanqing asked, "Is there anything else?"

Cheng Songan was stunned. He was leaving. She was sick, but he didn't ask a single question. He was hurt for nothing, but he still felt impatient.

As he was talking, a slender figure walked in and bowed to Cheng Songan: "I should have offered tea to my sister, but Yuan Qing said that you were not feeling well and I didn't want to disturb you."

Yuan Qing, these two words hurt Cheng Songan a little. The love and affection between them made her, the principal wife, look like a superfluous person.

It seems that the relationship between them has been going on for a long time.

It's not that she is unwilling to take a concubine for him, so why does he have to have an affair with her under her nose, especially with her half-sister? Isn't this a slap in her face?

Cheng Songan suddenly felt distressed, and was supported by Haitang, so she did not fall down. Her fingers trembled: "You guys, you hid it from me so well."

Cui Yuanqing frowned: "Let me explain to you later."

Cheng Songan sneered and said, "Since you were unwilling, you should have fought to the end. Why did you marry me?"

Cui Yuanqing seemed to be in some pain and stopped talking.

Cheng Song'an knew that his father was a cabinet minister and a favorite of the emperor, and he had chosen him to be the son-in-law of his legitimate daughter. Cui Yuanqing did not agree at first, but this was his grandfather's last wish, and he would not rest in peace if he did not agree, so he agreed to the engagement.

Cheng Wanxin patted his hands to comfort him, and then said to Cheng Songan: "Sister, you are the daughter of a noble family, and your father is in a high position. You can marry whoever you want."

In a word, this marriage turned into a forced marriage on her part.

Cheng Songan sneered: "Now that I'm useless, you don't even bother to pretend to be casual? Let me tell you, I was married in a grand sedan chair, and Yong Ge'er is my legitimate son. As long as I don't die and Yong Ge'er doesn't change his words, you will never be husband and wife! You want to wait until I die and make her your legal wife, but that's impossible!"

Cui Yuanqing said calmly, "Take a rest first. I'll come back when you calm down."

After that, he left.

Cheng Songan looked at the ceiling of the tent with dim eyes. He felt that the past ten years were just like a dream. No matter how much he did, he never got a word of thanks or apology, let alone his heart.

"Sister, people are about to die, why get so angry?" Cheng Wanxin sighed with a smile.

Cheng Songan took a deep breath and asked, "Your mother once said that you can't get married before the age of 24. It's really accurate."

Cheng Wanxin smiled faintly: "Yes, this monk is really capable. He calculated it accurately. I just turned 24 and I entered the Cui Mansion, didn't I?"

Cheng Songan snorted coldly: "So this is what you were thinking. It's hard for you. You've been looked down upon so many times over the years, but you still refuse to get married."

Cheng Wanxin's pretty face showed relief that the clouds had finally cleared and the moon was shining. She stroked her hair that had been tied up like a woman's and sighed, "Sister, you are not as good as me after all. The man you like is still mine. Your mother was not as good as my mother either. She died early, and now father only belongs to my mother."

Cheng Songan felt bitter in his heart, and forced himself to maintain his dignity and said, "My fate today may not be your fate tomorrow."

"Yong Ge'er is not my biological son after all. No matter how much I treat him with all my heart, he is still a layer away from me. To be honest, I was sick for several months and he didn't even visit me once."

Cheng Wanxin smiled strangely: "Yuan Qing wouldn't dare to neglect me, and neither would Yong Ge'er."

After a pause, he continued, "Sister, do you know why Yuan Qing and Yong Ge'er are so cold to you?"

As if he didn't intend to let her answer, he gave his own answer: "Because long before you got married, Yuan Qing and I had already understood each other's minds, so he felt guilty about me. Even on the day of your wedding, he secretly came to my boudoir, worshipped heaven and earth with me, and entered the bridal chamber. It was also on that day that Yong Ge was born."

Cheng Songan was confused and opened his eyes: "You mean, Yong Ge'er..."

Cheng Wanxin smiled and nodded: "Sister, speaking of which, I have to thank you for teaching my child for so many years. It's just that Yong Ge'er often complains to me that you are strict with him and there is no mother-son affection at all. He just hopes that I can come to the mansion to be his mother."

Cheng Songan closed his eyes and panted, and said in a hoarse voice: "What a shameless adulterer and whore!"

Cheng Wanxin sneered, "You were the one who first hindered me and Yuan Qing, and also caused me to be unable to recognize my child."

Cheng Songan was completely disheartened and slowly closed her eyes. Even though she felt heartbroken, there was nothing she could do.

The last ray of light of the setting sun faded away, extinguishing all the light. Cheng Songan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, bitterly cold. But she thought that death would be better. Life was too tiring and it was time to take a rest. However, she felt a little unwilling to do so.

Cheng Songan took his last breath, but he never expected that when he opened his eyes after death, he would return to the day of his wedding.

Why does she focus on the wedding day? I'm afraid it won't work if she breaks off the engagement in public. This kind of thing will be known to the whole court, and where will the Cheng family's reputation be?

But since she couldn't escape marrying into the Cui family, she had to be prepared. Cheng Songan took off the phoenix hairpin on her head.

A trace of surprise flashed across Cheng Wanxin's eyes, but she immediately calmed down and said with an innocent smile, "Sister, your hair is covered with pearls and jade today, so this phoenix hairpin is not noticeable anymore, so you don't need to wear it."

She disguised herself so well, with this beautiful face and innocent and lively personality, in her previous life, Cheng Songan felt extremely pity for her.

Cheng Songan beckoned her, asked her to bend down, inserted the phoenix hairpin into her hair, and smiled gently: "Today, my elder sister has married a man of her dreams, and I also hope that my second sister can find her lover soon and stay with him forever."

Cheng Wanxin clenched her palms tightly.

Cheng Songan took this action in his eyes and said softly, "It's summer now, the nights are long, I can't accompany you anymore, sister, find something fun to kill time."

You can find someone else.