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

Cui Wenxin briefly talked about what Cui Wenkang had done recently. Ever since he went to the Patrol Department, he had become arrogant and looked down on everyone, especially Zhou. He kept saying that she had been seen by a man and asked him to be a living cuckold. If Zhou objected, he would yell and scold her. Zhou was in tears for the entire confinement period, and her eyes became sick from crying.

And the fourth grandmother was increasingly unable to control him. If she said anything she didn't like, he would just walk away. A few days ago, she invited some so-called elders of the Qian family to make Yan Zhao "return to his roots" and insisted on giving him the name "Qian Guangzong".

At this point, Cui Wenxin lowered her head in shame, feeling ashamed to face Cheng Songan's kindness to her family, and also ashamed of her painstaking efforts in naming the child.

Cheng Songan didn't care. She knew what kind of person Cui Wenkang was. He was so proud of himself now. If he fell down at this time, he would either die or be injured.

As the two were talking, someone from the gatehouse came into the inner courtyard and reported to Haitang that there was a man at the gate of the villa asking to see her.

Cheng Songan couldn't help but feel a little strange. Why would a man come to the villa?

Haitang asked from outside, "Apart from you and Mr. Lu, how could there be any men coming to the villa? Go out and tell him that the Madam does not see outsiders!"

The doorman was a little embarrassed and said, "I have said that, but this man is very stubborn. He said he is Zheng Ji from Daizhou, a distant relative of Madam's maternal grandfather. He doesn't look like someone who is here to collect money."

Cheng Songan's heart moved, and he said through the window: "He is indeed from the same clan, let him in."

Haitang followed him in person. After a while, a serious-looking young man, about twenty years old, was brought in. He was wearing a coarse blue shirt with a small patch faintly visible on his elbow. It was crooked and inconspicuous, but one could tell that the workmanship was not good, as if he had sewn it himself.

Even with this attire, he couldn't conceal his calm demeanor. From the moment he came in, an awe-inspiring air shrouded his entire body. No wonder the doorman said he didn't look like a freeloader.

When this man saw Cheng Songan, he was neither humble nor arrogant. He bowed slightly and said in a calm voice: "Hello, Madam."

After saying this, he straightened up again, looking straight at the ground, without even glancing at the people and things in the room.

Haitang brought a stool for him. He thanked her and waited for Haitang to walk back to Cheng Songan before sitting down. However, he only sat on the edge of the stool and refused to sit down completely.

Cui Wenxin originally thought that a fellow clan member was no different from himself and Cui Yuanqing, so he didn't care. But when he saw her, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he stood up and said to Cheng Songan, "My aunt has a guest, so I don't want to bother her any more. I'll take my leave now."

Cheng Songan waved his hand at her to let her sit down, and said with a smile: "No need, this person is from the same clan as me, and we are related by blood, so he is not an outsider."

In fact, Cui Wenxin was worried about her sister-in-law and mother. She wanted Cheng Songan to give her another idea, and she didn't really want to leave, so she sat down again, but her movements unconsciously imitated that man and sat on the edge of the chaise longue.

Cheng Songan asked the man, "How old are you this year? Are you coming to the capital for public or private reasons?"

Zheng Ji bowed his head and replied, "Madam, just call me Shi Yi. I am nineteen years old. This time I came here for both public and... private reasons."

When he spoke, each word was clearer than that of the others, and he paused after almost every two words, as if he was carefully choosing his words, afraid of saying the wrong thing. He seemed mature beyond his age, and only the last two words had a hint of shyness of a young man.

Cui Wenxin couldn't help but chuckle.

The man, who had originally lowered his head, could not help but raise it slightly towards her, then seemed to feel that something was wrong and stopped in time.

Cheng Songan smiled meaningfully and said, "Although you are one year older than me, according to seniority, you may be my junior, so it won't be rude for me to call you by your given name."

The man nodded slightly.

Cheng Songan asked again: "Why did you come here for a personal matter?"

He didn't expect Cheng Songan to ask about personal matters first, and was a little surprised. Then he said seriously, "It's for my fiancée... a gift for my fiancée."

Several maids and Cui Wenxin looked at each other, and couldn't help but sigh that such a pedantic man actually cared so much about his fiancée.

Cheng Song finally understood that Zheng Ji and Su Zhi were indeed the same person. He used Zheng Ji's identity in his previous life and Su Zhi's identity in this life. Thinking of this, he smiled at Cui Wenxin again. Cui Wenxin thought that she was the same as herself. She didn't know who was so unlucky to marry such a rigid and serious person like an old man. She was so happy that she covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

Su Zhi was obviously not good at talking about love affairs, so he spoke again: "For the public, I came here for Lord Cui."

Cui Wen curled his lips. Even though he pretended to be serious, he still wanted to follow his uncle's path. He was of similar character to his brother, so he looked down on him.

Cheng Songan smiled slightly and said, "I heard that your article is well written. It is not like other articles that look fancy but not practical at all. The Qingmiao method you mentioned is quite consistent with what Lord Cui did in Jiangnan."

Then he said solemnly, "It won't last long. If some of the nobles and powerful families are destroyed, another group will rise up soon. Then they will do the opposite."

Su Zhi's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that what Cui Yuanqing said was true. This lady who looked kind and virtuous actually had another world in her heart.

He bowed and replied: "My Lord once said that Madam's talent was hidden in the boudoir. Seeing you today, it is indeed true."

Cheng Songan was stunned. With Cui Yuanqing's personality, how could he talk about himself in front of outsiders?

Su Zhi didn't pay attention to her expression, as if he had met a confidant, and asked: "The rich have fields stretching across the fields, but they have few men to work for them, while the poor have no place to live and are subject to more corvee labor. In your opinion, how should the current situation be changed?"

Cheng Songan laughed and said, "Such political affairs should be considered by the saints and officials. Besides, there are scholars like you. How can I understand?"

Su Zhi suddenly stood up, bowed to her and said, "My lord, it is said that Madam must have a good plan."

Cheng Songan's smile froze on her lips. She was unwilling to admit that she was moved by this sentence, so she quickly changed the subject: "Right now, there is a traitor in our family. Can you help me think about how to punish him?"

Then he recounted what Cui Wenkang had done.

Su Zhi looked calm, and after listening, he replied lightly: "Remove him from the clan temple, and just beat him to death."

The mood is not even one tenth as good as before.

Cui Wenxin, who was standing by, almost slipped off the couch, and asked with wide eyes, "What did you say?"

Su Zhi looked at her and said, "Beat her to death."

Cui Wenxin stood up, pinching her waist. Before she could say anything, Cui Yuanqing lifted the curtain and walked in, followed by two eunuchs.