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

The emperor gave Cheng Songan time to consider the matter of entering the palace to lecture to the Seventh Princess, so there was no explicit decree. Currently, only Cheng Songan and Cheng Zhongwen and his wife knew about it.

After hearing this, Cheng Wanxin was stunned again, with a complicated look in her eyes. It can be seen that she was jealous, but there was a hint of difference in her jealousy.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Cheng Songan inadvertently saw her smile. Although the smile was fleeting, it was chilling.

Zhang's face was gloomy. How many things had her son done behind her back?

"Yuan Qing has done so much for you, don't you have any pity for him at all? Let his child be born without a name or status?"

Cheng Songan sneered, "Aunt is wrong. He did these things unilaterally without my request. Since you all said so, I must accept this favor. As for this child, it has nothing to do with me. He deserves to have no name or status."

Zhang looked at her in disbelief. "For so many years, everyone in the capital has said that you are virtuous and kind, but I didn't know you were so cold and indifferent! It seems that you also stood by and watched the matter between Yuan Qing and Lord Zhao?"

"Mother, don't get excited. We agreed when we came here that I would talk to my sister alone. You just go to the carriage and wait for me." Cheng Wanxin stopped Zhang, who was becoming increasingly irritable, and persuaded her patiently.

Zhang listened to her very much, shook her sleeves, and went out angrily.

When she left, Cheng Wanxin's charming look disappeared, as if she could change her face, and her eyebrows were full of confidence and determination: "Sister, you still like Yuan Qing."

Cheng Songan's eyebrows moved, and he smiled faintly, "Wanxin, don't treat me as an enemy. If I can't let him go, I won't divorce you, and you won't have a chance to enter Cui's house. Besides, I could have killed you for my mother's matter!"

Cheng Wanxin smiled as if she had heard something funny. Her pretty face looked very gentle in the warm spring sun, but this gentleness was mixed with a bit of cruelty: "You won't, sister. People say that you were stubborn and willful when you were young, but I know that you are the kindest and have never bullied the weak."

"Are you considered weak?" Cheng Songan asked back, "Wanxin, I never knew you were so capable. I remember you were the most innocent and lovely when you were a child. Is it worth it just for Cui Yuanqing?"

Cheng Wanxin once again showed a strange smile, which was fleeting. She stared at Cheng Songan for a while and asked, "How much do you remember about your childhood, sister?"

Whenever she saw that smile on her face, Cheng Songan's heart trembled. She felt indescribably strange, as if she had never known this sister.

"I remember it very clearly. The day I returned to the capital, you were very happy and brought my favorite cloud cake to my room. At that time, you relied on me the most..."

Speaking of this, Cheng Songan's heart suddenly softened. When Cheng Wanxin was a child, she loved to stick to her the most. She had been in poor health since childhood and was thin and small, but she had a pair of big eyes that blinked at her. When he listened to her talk about Yizhou, he was full of admiration and envy. She was extremely cute.

Looking at her face now, she still looks like she did before, but her body is much better. But when did she change? Could she hate her so much for Cui Yuanqing?

"Zhao Huaisong has Prince Jin behind him, and his disciples are spread across the two capitals and twelve departments. Yuan Qing cannot defeat him, at least not now." Cheng Wanxin interrupted her thoughts and said, "Prince Xiang is busy with his own affairs right now. The only ones who can help Yuan Qing are my father, you and me."

What she said was the truth. In her previous life, Cui Yuanqing was able to overthrow Zhao Huaisong only after he leveraged the power of Jiangnan and gained control of the finances and official appointment power of the tax-intensive area with the support of King Xiang. In this life, he returned to the capital early and King Xiang was still lying in wait. How could he suddenly start a fight with Zhao Huaisong?

For her sake, Cheng Songan didn't believe a word of this reason. Zhao Lin had been rude before, and he had already taught him a lesson in secret. If Cui Yuanqing was so reckless and impulsive, he would probably still be editing books in the Hanlin Academy now.

Cheng Wanxin seemed to see through her thoughts and whispered, "In the memorial nominating Prince Jin as the crown prince, there was no mention of my father or Yuan Qing. They didn't listen to Prince Xiang's opinion and all supported Prince Shou."

"Sister, don't forget, it was you who asked father to close the door to visitors and cut off contact with the Zhao family before the New Year. It was you who brought Yuan Qing and father together."

After hearing this, Cheng Songan's heart fell. Cui Yuanqing and his father were right, but Zhao Huaisong and Prince Jin were anxious. They wanted to strike while the iron was hot and unite to attack the dissidents.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that King Xiang really did not completely trust Cui Yuanqing.

She stretched and said lazily: "Whether Cui Yuanqing is dead or alive has nothing to do with me. You should go and ask King Xiang for help."

Cheng Wanxin's eyes showed a hint of cruelty, and then she changed into her harmless look: "Sister, Yanping's future depends entirely on you and Daddy's decision."

Cheng Songan's hands were grasping the armrests of the chair, and this action made Cheng Wanxin smile again inadvertently: her good sister couldn't be really calm, she had too many concerns.

Without waiting for Cheng Songan to express his opinion, Cheng Wanxin stood up and said goodbye.

When she reached the door, Cheng Songan stopped her and said, "Wanxin, is the shop still selling the cloud cake you bought for me? I want to try it again."

Cheng Wanxin smiled sweetly: "Then sister agreed."

The room returned to silence. Cheng Songan's heart was beating fast. She had a bad premonition. The tangled ball of thread in her mind seemed to have a thread end. She was about to grab it, but every time she was about to grab it, it suddenly disappeared.

After a whole night of trying to figure it out, she still couldn't figure it out, so she simply threw it aside and asked Haitang and a few others to dress her up like a puppet to make her look mature. She put on a set of solemn palace clothes, and then she followed the nanny sent by the palace into the harem.

The Seventh Princess was having breakfast at Rongpin's Yongfu Palace. Cheng Songan greeted the two nobles outside the palace and was about to retreat to the courtyard to wait when Rongpin stood up and greeted her: "Miss Cheng, there is no need to be so polite."

This action surprised Cheng Songan. Rongpin's position was not high, but because the Seventh Princess also favored her, she was not arrogant, her clothes were not luxurious, and her tone was gentle and polite.

"The princess is still eating. Please go to the side hall and wait. Since you are lecturing to the princess, you are her teacher. You must not neglect her."

The palace servants responded in unison, took Cheng Songan to the study in the side hall, and then retreated.

Cheng Songan didn't dare to walk around, so he stood in front of the bookshelf and picked up a book at random to read.

"Are you Cheng Songan?" It was so quiet all around that the sudden voice seemed abrupt.

When I looked up, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen walked in. There was inquiry in her eyes, but her tone was arrogant: "No more than that."