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

Cui Yuanqing showed a trace of pain between his eyebrows and shook his head: "Tingyun is just herself. No one is like her."

Cheng Songan suddenly remembered the feeling she had when she first heard Cui Yuanqing call Cheng Wanxin "Wanxin" before she died in her previous life. However, the name Tingyun sounded both warm and painful, which was much more unforgettable than "Wanxin".

She went through two lifetimes, as if just to witness his deep affection for other women again and again, and she herself was like a joke in every lifetime.

This suffocating feeling made her head drop down, as if a mountain was pressing down on it, trying to break her slender neck. She just sat there blankly, and the surroundings returned to silence. She wanted to escape from this silence, but she felt unable to move.

"Have you really forgotten what you have done?" Cui Yuanqing walked up to her and broke the silence.

Cheng Songan looked up in astonishment. What had she done? When the Xue family confiscated her property, she was only a teenager. What could she do? Even now, as a female relative, what could she do? Could she go to the court to make a petition?

Cui Yuanqing's throat rolled, and he tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart. It was more difficult to remove the scar in his heart than to pull out the hidden arrow. He said, "She went to Cheng's house to look for you on a rainy night after the house was confiscated. You really don't remember it?"

Did Xue Tingyun ever look for her?

Cheng Songan was extremely shocked: "I have only met her a few times at banquets held by the prefect and the governor. We are not even acquaintances. Why would she come to me?"

After a pause, he asked again, "I didn't even know she had contacted me. How did you know?"

Cui Yuanqing seemed to be extremely depressed. He simply threw the thin blanket on the chaise longue and stood there shirtless, revealing his swollen back, especially the wound, which was a shocking purple bruise.

Cheng Songan subconsciously turned his head away and didn't look at him.

Cui Yuanqing walked up to her and looked down at her, with some blue veins bulging on his forehead due to tension.

"The loyal servant of the Xue family traveled thousands of miles to entrust her youngest brother to me. She said that when Ting Yun was desperate, she braved the heavy rain and quietly went to the back door of the Cheng Mansion, kneeling and begging to see you. It is understandable that you did not see the guilty slave, but why did you reveal her whereabouts after she left?"

"You know, if she can survive those two days safely, someone will come to Yizhou to rescue her, change her identity, and live in hiding. I just want her to live, nothing else!"

Cheng Songan's eyes went dark, and vague fragments kept flooding into his mind. It seemed that such a thing had happened, but it seemed different from what he said. Those fragments were just ordinary things in her memory. Forgetting them was as easy as forgetting what you liked at that time.

She had a vague memory of that heavy rain. Her grandfather had been away for a long time and had not returned. People kept coming to the house to see him and making a lot of noise. Later, her grandmother simply kept people out and refused to see them.

Later, something serious seemed to have happened in the mansion, and my grandmother fainted. She was anxious and immediately shouted for someone to go find my grandfather.

Cheng Songan murmured in doubt: "Jicui Street..."

Cui Yuanqing stared at her with eagle eyes and read out the last three words for her: "Biyun Lane."

Cheng Songan said with a gloomy face, "Grandfather is editing books in Biyun Lane, Jicui Street... Is the Fifth Miss there?"

How could there be such a coincidence? She herself couldn't believe it.

"Your grandfather was not there to repair the book that day," Cui Yuanqing unfolded the scroll, his eyes full of regret.

After a long while, he put away the scroll and said slowly, "You may think that you and she are just nodding acquaintances, but in her eyes, you are different from other young ladies from aristocratic families. You are the only one who will not stand by and watch someone die. And what she asks is not to save her, but to ask you to take care of her five-year-old brother, even if you have to make him a slave."

A five-year-old boy does not have to be beheaded or exiled, and Xue Tingyun's request to her is not beyond the rules.

Cheng Songan hugged his head in despair and confusion, mumbling: "I don't know, no one has told me."

Haitang had been listening here for half a day and had roughly understood the grudge between the two of them. She frowned and thought for a while, then hugged Cheng Songan in her arms and said to Cui Yuanqing, "Sir, this is not right. The young lady and I have been inseparable since we were young. Back then, I never heard that Miss Xue Wu came to see the young lady."

Cui Yuanqing gradually calmed down: "The past is all in the past. After today, there is no need to mention it again. Besides, she was still a child at that time."

He stretched out his hand hesitantly, wanting to put it on Cheng Songan's shoulder.

Cheng Songan shrank back and dodged his outstretched hand, not wanting him to touch her. He still felt that she had revealed Xue Tingyun's whereabouts.

Cui Yuanqing took his hand back. The five-year-old child was dying when he was handed over to him, and died in his arms a few days later. Xue Tingyun's life or death is still unknown. He has been suffering for so many years, and he has not felt better after talking about this matter.

Seeing this, Haitang felt disappointed. Although she was dissatisfied with Cui Yuanqing, she still wanted to reconcile with him. Even if it didn't work out, Cheng Songan could still have a child to take away. But with such grudges, having another child would only add to the bad fate.

She lowered her eyes and walked out, telling Qiangwei to clean up the green gauze cabinet according to Cheng Songan's instructions and let Cui Yuanqing recuperate there. The room with three entrances suddenly became much smaller.

Cui Yuanqing pursed his lips, ignored the green gauze cabinet with bedding laid out, walked directly to the bed and sat down.

Cheng Songan smelled the medicine on him, frowned, and felt even more disgusted. He got up, went to the green gauze cupboard, took off his coat and lay down on it.

"Master Cui, those few conflicts between us are nothing." Cheng Songan left him with a thin back and dry eyes, "Don't you feel sorry for Miss Five?"

Cui Yuanqing also lay on the bed, staring at the strand of black hair on her vest, and said faintly: "I don't know."

Cheng Songan sneered, "Are the vows you made to each other to stay together forever so fragile? Why can women remain chaste for men, but men cannot? In this respect, you are not as good as Lu Qingshan. He was willing to remain chaste for the fifth lady and never marry, but you betrayed her."

The air behind him suddenly turned cold, and Cheng Songan could guess how gloomy Cui Yuanqing's face was without looking back.

Cheng Songan was determined to completely irritate him, and then asked, "Then why don't you want to divorce?"

She didn't wait for an answer, but for the person on the bed, who took two steps over and pulled her up from the bed in the green gauze cabinet, and said with a sullen face, "Because I've fallen in love with you, Cheng Songan, are you satisfied?"