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

Traditional scholar-officials like Cui Ziqi always try to protect themselves and stay out of trouble, but they also attach more importance to the dignity of their family.

In his previous life, when Cui Wenkang changed his child's surname, it was several years later than now. At that time, Prince Xiang had already joined the game, and it was the most dangerous time to participate in the fight for the throne. Cui Ziqi and Cui Yuanqing were both busy with their own affairs in the court and had no intention of taking charge of the affairs of the harem. What's more, Cui Wenkang changed it secretly and did not come to the mansion to report it to Zhang. By the time Zhang knew about it, it was too late.

Cui Ziqi's official position is not high and his work is not busy, but his son is doing well and his harem is peaceful. There is no other official as idle as him in the whole capital. How can he ignore such a thing?

But we can't intervene now, otherwise Cui Wenkang will shrink and dare not resist, but will make trouble with his mother and wife behind closed doors. After a few years, Cui Wenkang will become stronger again. If we want to intervene, we must seize a better opportunity and make a fatal blow to him, so that he will not dare to mention it again at any time, no matter how many children he has.

Cheng Songan felt that the current situation was just right, allowing Cui Ziqi to have such a thing in mind and have the time and energy to investigate. When the time was right, he would definitely take care of it.

Therefore, after a while, Cheng Songan persuaded Cui Ziqi to go to the yamen, and Zhang also went back to the front yard. After Cui Ziqi's temper, Cui Wenxin and Zhou had no intention of staying here. They just sat and talked to their son for a while, and then said goodbye.

After the door of Yunxiang Pavilion was closed, Cheng Songan finally felt that she could have a peaceful nap. But just as she lay down, she felt a tightness at her ankle. It was Cui Yuanqing who lifted the curtain, grabbed her ankle and dragged her over.

Cheng Songan was very anxious and quickly crawled out twice, but Cui Yuanqing pulled him back effortlessly and pressed him under him.

She said angrily: "Cui Yuanqing, what are you doing? If you keep doing this, I will be angry!"

Cui Yuanqing's face darkened, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Where did you kick just now?"

Cheng Songan thought of the unintentional kick just now, which seemed to have hit a vital point. He couldn't help but blush, but also found it funny. He thought to himself, I'll kick you to death, you bastard, and it would be best if you don't have any descendants!

"Still laughing?" Cui Yuanqing lowered his head even more, his whole face almost touching her lips, "What if...how will you compensate me?"

Cheng Songan said nonchalantly: "Who told you to grab my legs and not let go?"

Cui Yuanqing snorted and laughed scoundrelly: "If you don't kick around, how can I catch you? No matter what, you must try to see if there is anything wrong with you."

Cheng Songan heard him say these nonsense, and there was no sunshine and sunshine as before. He even seemed to have forgotten the grudges and hatreds of last night. He could only remind him: "If something goes wrong, you can just keep Miss Xue Wu's chastity..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt something was wrong. The person on top of her was breathing heavily, but the thing against her legs was obviously fine.

Cui Yuanqing gritted his teeth and uttered a vulgar word for the first time: "What the hell is chastity!"

Cheng Songan's eyes widened: "You..."

The rest of her words were blocked. Although Cui Yuanqing was cold in his previous life, he was still a gentle and polite gentleman. But in this life, he always kissed her like a violent storm, without a trace of tenderness.

When Cheng Songan's whole body went limp, he thought to himself that something was wrong and felt even more that he could not sink into despair. He bit him viciously and raised his foot to kick him in the vitals.

However, Cui Yuanqing was prepared. He grabbed her calf, lifted it up and hung it on his waist. He pressed harder on her and curved his lips downwards: "You dare to kick me?"

Cheng Songan has figured out his temper these days. He lowered himself and expressed his feelings, but got no response, so he would go crazy in revenge.

She could only cover his eyes, turn his face away from her, and try to calmly say: "Cui Yuanqing, don't be crazy, you are a person who has read the books of sages, do you want to indulge in lust in broad daylight?"

After not hearing a response for a while, Cheng Songan removed his hand from his eyes, only to see Cui Yuanqing sneer and say, "Come tonight?"

Cheng Songan almost bit his tongue, and quickly pulled his clothes on and got off the bed, saying seriously: "Cui Yuanqing, you have deep feelings for the Fifth Miss, and I respect your deep feelings very much, but if you are half-hearted, I will not look down on you."

Cui Yuanqing leaned on the quilt she was leaning on, his posture lazy, and sneered: "I have deep feelings for other women, do you respect me?"

"Yes." Cheng Songan was silent for a moment before replying.

If she hated Cui Yuanqing, it was because she had feelings and expectations for him in her previous life. Her feelings for that man were just the excitement of her youth, but in fact, she had far less emotions than she had for Cui Yuanqing. Now that she understood the whole story, she could not forgive him, but that love still could not be cut off immediately.

So when she saw the painting and the words, she felt so heartbroken that she couldn't help herself. What she could do was to stay away from him and this place, and not let herself be trapped here again.

Cui Yuanqing uttered the curse word again: "It's a fart."

"You are so rude!" Cheng Songan looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and found it unbelievable.

Cui Yuanqing pulled her back and said calmly, "When did I ever say I loved another woman?"

Cheng Songan frowned: "Didn't you just say that last night?"

Cui Yuanqing still spoke in that indifferent tone: "What did you say last night? When did you say it? Hmm?"

When he said the last word, he applied a little force on his hands and pressed her closer to him.

"You...yesterday..." Cheng Songan recalled the conversation last night and suddenly realized that Cui Yuanqing had never personally admitted his relationship with Xue Tingyun. "But, grandma said that you two were childhood sweethearts, and there is also that painting and the poem on it."

Cui Yuanqing's eyes moved across her face, from her forehead to her eyes, then from her eyes to her nose, lips, and chin, and then up again to meet her eyes. His gaze was filled with scorching heat, and every time he looked at her, Cheng Songan's heart felt like it was burned.

"Aren't you and Lu Qingshan childhood sweethearts?" he said leisurely, "You concluded that I wrote that poem?"

Cheng Songan was speechless for a moment, unpacking every word he said in her mind. He had resented and treated her coldly all his life for Xue Tingyun, but now he said he didn't love her, which made her feel confused.

"I told you that you are the only woman in my life. There has never been one before, and there will never be one in the future. I didn't say that casually." Cui Yuanqing's voice came clearly above her head. "I didn't dare to answer the question you asked me before. Now listen carefully, Cheng Songan, you are my sweetheart."

Cheng Songan stood there like a petrified man, and his heart, which was not completely dead to begin with, seemed to be beating faster again.

The outer courtyard door was opened, and the servant at the second gate said something. After a while, Haitang came in and said, "Miss, Madam Lu and Young Master Qingshan have handed in their name cards and are coming to see you."