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

It's okay to just call her aunt, but calling her uncle together seems very ambiguous.

Cheng Songan's face sank: "Otherwise, you'd better not call me aunt."

Cui Wenxin's face was a little sad. The naive girl in the past was now experiencing love for the first time. She would overcome all difficulties just to meet Su Zhi and tell him to go without worry, saying that she would wait for him in the capital. Therefore, she was naturally more sensitive than before.

She pulled Cheng Songan's sleeve and asked hesitantly, "Aunt, are you really going to marry General Ming?"

Cheng Songan looked away, did not answer her question, and pointed to the carriage road: "I'll take you back."

Cui Wenxin's eyes suddenly turned red, and she leaned against her side and choked up, "Aunt, the old ancestor misses you. Last time, she asked Xiao... to give it to you."

Then he pointed in the direction of Cui Yuanqing.

Upon hearing the news from Old Lady Yu, Cheng Songan felt a pain in her heart. Apart from hiding the matter about Xue Tingyun from her, the old lady had really treated her like her own granddaughter. But now, she could no longer go to see her.

"She hasn't been in good spirits lately, but she still wants to go to the temple to fulfill her vow." Cui Wenxin said to her as they walked, "I heard from my mother and sister-in-law that she was supposed to go today, but she had a headache before leaving, so she changed her mind to Qingming Festival."

"Qingming Festival?" Cheng Songan was suddenly touched. In her previous life, less than a year after she married into the Cui Mansion, Old Madam Yu passed away. Tracing back to the cause, she went out before Qingming Festival, and it was raining when she came back, and she accidentally slipped.

The old woman was most afraid of falling, and since then, her health deteriorated, and she passed away within half a year. After she left, there was no one sincere in the entire Cui Mansion, and Cheng Songan's health also deteriorated soon after.

In this life, she left the cage of Cui Mansion, but she seemed to have become a grandmother trapped there.

Cui Wenxin nodded and said, "Yes, the old ancestor has a heart disease. If he doesn't take care of himself for some time, he may not be able to go out."

Cheng Songan felt a little uneasy. Although the purpose was different from that in the previous life, her grandmother chose to go out at a similar time in this life. Was she going to repeat the same mistake? No, she could save her mother and aunt, and also her grandmother.

"Wenxin, tell my grandmother that the door of Yuqiao Villa is always open to her. If she misses me, she can stay for a few days. But she should not travel during the Qingming Festival."

Although Cui Wenxin was puzzled, she nodded obediently.

Cheng Songan walked her all the way back to South Street. She looked inside through the gate and suddenly met Cui Wenkang's eyes. They were different from the ones she met when she went out. At that time, he was full of resentment and anger, but in just half a day, he had completely changed. He was even smiling, but that smile was too forced and weird, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Go back and call Qiangwei out, and I won't go in." Cheng Songan said to Cui Wenxin.

Cui Wenxin got out of the car, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "My uncle, he will be waiting at Qinfang Pavilion all day today."

Cheng Songan lowered his eyes and said angrily, "He is not a three-year-old child. Who is he showing off to? If you say one more word, I will never come to see you again."

Cui Wenxin walked in slowly. Not long after, Zhou came out with her two children, bringing Qiangwei with her and watched them leave.

Qiangwei got on the car and saw that the atmosphere was not good. Cheng Songan was uneasy and Taxue was not chattering as usual. She pointed at the wreath on Cheng Songan's head and praised: "At first glance, it's hard to tell which one is prettier, this wreath or the girl. But if you look closely, she is prettier than the flowers."

Cheng Songan was amused by her and chuckled: "You are not a talkative person, but you also learned the wrong way from Taxue."

When Taxue saw her smile, he slapped his head and said, "Look at my poor memory. I forgot the kite in the West City River."

Qiangwei curled her lips and said, "I don't know how many of those things I have thrown away in the past. Any of them is worth less than a kite. Why are you being so pretentious today? Besides, if you go to look for them now, you don't know who has picked them up."

Cheng Songan pursed his lips slightly and said nothing.

Taxue winked at Qiangwei and said, "Of course I love this one, I must get her back."

Qiangwei knew something was wrong, so she stopped arguing with her and just said, "Forget it, go crazy as you please."

Taxue also curled her lips, lifted the curtain and said, "A Quan, let's go to Xicheng River again."

Ah Quan sighed and took them to Xicheng River again.

It was getting late, and the children who had been playing by the river had already returned home with their parents. Young men and women who had made appointments after dusk did not dare to stay together without restraint after the sun went down.

There were only a few people left on the huge bank of the West City River. The kite walking on the snow had long disappeared, but this girl stubbornly got off the car and went to look for it on the shallow grass field. She also asked Haitang and Qiangwei to help her look for it.

Cheng Songan sat alone in the carriage. The curtain was opened when several people got off the carriage. From her perspective, she was facing the tall Qinfang Pavilion.

The setting sun was cold and lonely, and its last rays of light fell on the pavilion, making it seem a little dim. The person sitting in the darkness seemed to be extremely lonely, sitting alone in the pavilion, without moving a muscle.

Cheng Song looked quietly for a while, then lowered the curtain, but his eyes were still in that direction, passing through the curtain and reflected on the man.

Cui Yuanqing seemed to sense something, turned around, and saw a familiar carriage parked on the official road. The setting sun had already fallen on the other side of the mountain, and the carriage was shrouded in darkness.

She's afraid of the dark, he thought.

However, the next moment, Ah Quan took out a lantern and hung it on the car. The lantern was exquisitely made and unforgettable. It was the lantern that Lu Qingshan gave her on New Year's Eve.

She doesn't need him.

After searching in the snow for a while, he returned empty-handed. Mumbling, he got on the carriage and headed for Fisherman and Woodcutter Villa.

That night, Cheng Songan slept very uneasily, worrying that there had been no news from Princess Xiang yet. He was afraid that Cheng Wanxin was more skilled than him, and that Duan Zhuyu would lose her patience. He was also a little worried that Ming Zhan would be called away, and whether he would be suspected by Prince Xiang in the future.

The spring thunder rumbled, waking up everyone in the room. Luo Luonu in Cheng Songan's arms was startled and pushed into her arms.

"Why not let Luo Luonu hold you in my arms so that you can sleep peacefully. It's just a spring thunderbolt." Haitang, who was on guard, comforted her softly.

Cheng Songan hummed, turned over, and heard the sound of raindrops outside again, but the sound was so small that it could not be heard clearly.

After a while, the sound became louder and louder, as if it was raining heavily.

Cheng Songan sat up suddenly. She had just built a rack for her grape seedlings, and she couldn't let the heavy rain knock them down.

She stumbled outside and said, "Grapes, my grapes."

Luo Luonu jumped out of her arms and ran out the door. As soon as he opened the door, the big raindrops were blown by the wind and hit his face.

Cheng Songan walked to the corridor and suddenly froze in place. The seedlings were covered with felt cloth to form a shed, and were not blown down at all.

In the rain, Cui Yuanqing, soaked all over, was pressing down the four corners of the felt cloth with bricks and stones.