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

It rarely rains so heavily in the capital in spring. Cui Yuanqing had one corner of his robe tucked into his waist, his trouser legs were covered in mud, and his body was completely wet. He was concentrating on building a shed with felt for the grape seedlings and didn't even notice Cheng Songan opening the door.

Thunder rumbled and occasional lightning exploded in the night, drawing a streak of light and illuminating faces that were so washed by the rain that they could hardly open their eyes.

This was Cui Yuanqing, whom Cheng Songan had never seen in his two lifetimes. He always had a noble demeanor and had never looked so embarrassed. The rain was dripping down his hair, and he just raised his arm and wiped it randomly.

Haitang ran out with an umbrella and shouted, "Girl..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, he opened his mouth and stood there in a daze.

Cui Yuanqing then looked up. His long eyelashes made it difficult for him to open his eyes in the rain. He saw Cheng Songan under the corridor, half of his body was soaked with water. He frowned and said, "You are not fully recovered yet. Don't get wet in the rain. Go back."

Cheng Songan watched him press the last brick and stone, hesitated and wanted to go down to the corridor, but did not move, allowing the heavy rain to pour down on his head.

The doors of the lower house also opened one after another. Taxue and Qiangwei looked at each other, then looked at a person in the rain and on the corridor. No one spoke. The whole yard was in silence except for the sound of rain and thunder.

It was Taxue who broke the situation and shouted, "Why are you here, sir? Come inside first. I'll go boil some hot water."

Cui Yuanqing didn't move and waited for Cheng Songan's answer.

Haitang held an umbrella for Cheng Songan and said reluctantly, "Miss, let the adults come in first."

Cheng Songan felt her eyes were wet from the rain. She moved her lips and said, "Master Cui's farm is just across the street. Let's go back quickly."

Cui Yuanqing slowly walked to the corridor. His eyes were red, perhaps because they were washed by the rain. He had been frozen for too long, and his voice was cold as he spoke: "Cheng Songan, don't be afraid of Prince Jin. It will be over soon. Prince Shou's matter will also be over soon."

Cheng Songan stepped back, moved further away from him, and nodded lightly.

Cui Yuanqing followed closely behind, and asked with red eyes: "Are you really going to marry Ming Zhan?"

"Yes." Cheng Songan replied firmly, and a flash of lightning flashed across, illuminating her pale face.

Cui Yuanqing's throat rolled heavily, and he took another step closer: "You don't want to tell me because you are afraid that I will act impulsively, right?"

Cheng Songan grabbed the door frame with his hands, turned his back to him and sneered: "How is it possible?"

Cui Yuanqing grabbed her wrist with his cold hand and pulled her in front of him: "Swear that you will no longer have the slightest attraction to me, and you will no longer have the slightest attachment to me."

Cheng Songan's eyes widened, the tears in her eyes not yet dried, she said coldly: "I swear, if I still have the slightest attraction to you, if I still have the slightest attachment to you, call me..."

"It's not you, I swear on my life," Cui Yuanqing interrupted her, staring into her eyes and saying word by word, "You swear, if you don't have the slightest attraction or attachment to me anymore, I, Cui Yuanqing, will not live past the age of 25, my head and body will be torn apart, and no one will collect my body."

Cheng Songan's whole body trembled violently. He was twenty-three years old this year, and he would die before his twenty-five. No matter how much she resented and hated him in this life, it was just because she didn't want to die before him. She never thought that he would not live for more than two years and his head and body would be separated.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but she was a person who died once and came back to life...

"Why don't you say it?" Cui Yuanqing stared at her, and the strength in his hands gradually tightened.

Cheng Songan opened his lips slightly: "I... why should I prove anything to you? I want to marry Ming Zhan because he can give me the life I want, and I will fall in love with him."

Cui Yuanqing slowly loosened his grip on her wrist and looked at her calmly.

Cheng Songan pulled her hand out and turned to go into the room, but was pulled back by someone behind her. The next moment, cold hands held her face, and slightly cold lips covered hers, easily prying open her lips when she was completely off guard.

The sounds of thunder and rain suddenly became fainter, until there was no sound between heaven and earth.

This kiss was not long enough to match Cheng Songan's fierce resistance, nor was it short enough to be as fleeting as a dragonfly touching the water. It seemed to have been calculated, with just the right amount of confusion.

Cui Yuanqing let her go: "Cheng Songan, have you forgotten what I said?"

Before Cheng Songan could react, Cui Yuanqing turned around and walked into the rain.

Taxue and Qiangwei boiled some hot water and followed her out, only to see her standing alone in the corridor in a daze.

"Has the master left?" Taxue asked.

Cheng Songan stared blankly at the grape seedlings covered by the felt cloth. Everything that had just happened seemed unreal.

……

After the Shangsi Festival, Cheng Songan's illness was almost cured, and he would return to the palace soon to continue reading to the Seventh Princess. However, he still didn't know what was going on with Prince Jin.

After a night of heavy rain, the weather was freezing cold again. Cheng Songan sat in the courtyard wrapped in a cloak, holding the wreath in his hands and turning it unconsciously, occasionally looking at the grape seedlings.

When Ming Zhan came over, the first thing he saw was the wilted forsythia wreath in her hand, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Cheng Songan felt a little embarrassed when she saw his eyes on the wreath. She took it out to play with it unconsciously, but when Ming Zhan saw it, it seemed like there was another meaning.

Ming Zhan naturally found a place to sit down, tilted his head and asked with a smile: "Can't you come?"

Cheng Songan felt that since there was a future between them and Mo Ran, Ming Zhan had become much more relaxed in front of her, and his speech had become more lively like a teenager.

She smiled and said, "Okay, I'm just afraid that people will talk about you."

"You're not afraid, so why should I be afraid?" Ming Zhan said, "I just want people to see it and not allow others to come again."

These words made Cheng Songan suddenly feel guilty. Although she did not respond to the kiss last night, she always felt that she was betraying Ming Zhan.

She asked instead, "Were the princess and Yu'er okay yesterday?"

Ming Zhan frowned unconsciously and clenched his fists unconsciously. He was obviously a little angry, but also a little embarrassed. He raised his eyes to look at Cheng Songan, then quickly lowered his eyes and shook his head: "No big deal."

Cheng Songan did not press him for answers. Ming Zhan was used to being straightforward on the battlefield. When he suddenly saw something dirty that was related to the Cheng family, he couldn't say it. Or maybe he was afraid that she would worry, which was understandable.

The two of them sat and talked about the customs of the Northwest, and they got along quite well for a while.

It was almost time for lunch when the servant at the second gate led a eunuch in. Cheng Songan recognized him as someone from Rongpin's palace and stood up quickly.

The eunuch was slightly startled when he saw Ming Zhan was also there, and then he smiled politely and said, "Our queen asked me to ask how Miss Cheng is doing."

"General Ming is here too? Then I'll also bring a message to Qianyuan Palace. Please return quickly. An oral order will arrive soon."