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

To Cheng Songan's surprise, Cui Yuanqing actually reached out and put his hand on Ming Zhan's arm, helping him get off the carriage.

Ming Zhan always had a faint smile on his face. When he stepped on the ground, he spoke: "Master Cui, can I have a word with you?"

Cui Yuanqing nodded, and the two of them walked side by side on the road they had come. At first, no one spoke. As they walked further and further away, Ming Zhan spoke, but no one could hear what he said.

When they were a little further away from Fisherman and Woodcutter Villa, the two stopped and talked about something. Ming Zhan smiled, glanced in the direction of Cheng Songan, and then turned his head away.

After that, Cui Yuanqing turned around and left, slowly heading back towards the Fisherman and Woodcutter Villa.

Ming Zhan just looked in this direction, looked at Cheng Songan, smiled and was absent-minded for a long time. Then he put two fingers to his mouth and whistled. His horse parked here immediately heard the sound and ran towards him.

"Goodbye!" His voice was not loud, but his lip movements were clear.

Cheng Songan's nose felt sore, and he ran towards him after the horse: "Hold on!"

Ming Zhan couldn't help but take a few steps towards her and opened his arms to greet her, but when she ran to him with tears streaming down her face, he silently put down his hands.

He smiled and said, "Don't cry, Miss Cheng. I still remember you walking freely on the Cuju field in a red dress, smiling happily and brightly. You were really beautiful."

The more relaxed he spoke, the more suppressed Cheng Songan became. She seldom lost her composure in front of Ming Zhan, but at this moment she burst into tears uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, Xiu Rong," Cheng Songan covered his face and shook his head, "I should have thought of it earlier. I'm sorry, I promised you, but I didn't do it..."

Ming Zhan hesitated for a moment, then pulled her hand away from her face, raised his sleeve, wiped away her tears, and said gently: "I will be very happy if you can promise me. This way, every time I think about it, I will know that it is not my fault, but fate. Otherwise, I am afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Cheng Songan raised his tear-stained face and could no longer utter a word.

Ming Zhan looked at her greedily and sighed very softly: "Miss Cheng, don't feel guilty for me. Don't regard my feelings for you as a burden. I can't control my heart. It's my own business. You don't have to feel sorry."

From the beginning to the end, he knew that she had no feelings for him, and her tears were due to excessive self-blame and sympathy, not because she wanted to be separated from him.

Cheng Songan stopped crying and said slowly, "The agreement between us still stands. If one day I pass by the northwest, I will definitely go to the army to see you. By then, will you treat me to some northwest fruit?"

Ming Zhan's eyes darkened, and then he nodded quickly: "Of course."

Cheng Songan wiped away her tears, showing a resolute look. She pulled out the pearl hairpin from her hair, and her long black hair fell on her shoulders. She put the hairpin in Ming Zhan's hand and said, "I will never be anyone's wife again in this life."

"Ms. Cheng," Ming Zhan concealed it well, but his voice still trembled, "I hope you live for yourself, whether it's divorce or marriage."

He turned his hand slightly, pinched off a small pearl from the hairpin, put it in his arms, and gently inserted the hairpin into her hair. Then he turned around and mounted the horse without looking back.

Cheng Songan watched his figure gradually move away until he disappeared, and he still stood there motionless.

"Go back." Cui Yuanqing stood behind him at some point and sighed softly.

Cheng Songan squatted down and burst into tears. In her two lifetimes, no one had ever loved her as selflessly as Ming Zhan and wanted to take her away from this place.

She had failed him.

Cui Yuanqing sighed, waited for her to cry for a while, and then spoke again: "Go back."

Cheng Songan wiped her tears, without even looking at him, and walked back slowly. Cui Yuanqing didn't say anything either, and just followed her slowly.

When Qiangwei and Taxue saw Cui Yuanqing also followed him into the inner room of the mountain residence, they both showed incredible expressions on their faces.

Cheng Songan was still upset and pointed at him and said, "Who allowed you to come in? Get out!"

Cui Yuanqing sat in the chair with a look of pain on his face, which was even worse than when he was in the carriage. He whispered, "I'll sit here for a while."

Cheng Songan said to Haitang, "Find two people to clean up Linbo Pavilion for Lord Cui to live in."

Just as Haitang agreed, Cui Yuanqing glared at her with red eyes and said, "Lin Boxuan is too far away from you, and next to the lake. If I can't bear the humiliation and jump into the lake and die, you can't escape the blame!"

Cheng Songan didn't want to pay attention to him when she heard him making unreasonable demands, but she suddenly remembered that although he came here to put on a show with the emperor, the emperor had said on the surface that he would hand him over to her to humiliate her. She was so depressed that she had no place to vent, so she took it out on him.

So she said to the maids, "Hmph, from today on, you don't have to be busy anymore. Master Cui will serve me."

Although Haitang followed her into the palace, she had been waiting outside the Jiwen Hall. She had no idea what exactly happened inside. When she saw Taxue winking at her and asking, she could only shake her head in confusion.

However, they soon found out, because the palace announced the imperial decree at the palace gate. Within a day, the whole capital knew that Lord Cui was punished by the emperor because Prince Shou pleaded for mercy, and he was handed over to his ex-wife, with whom he had already divorced, for custody and humiliation.

The incident caused a great uproar among the people, and many anecdotes about the inner chambers of aristocratic families that had not been seen before were added to the storybooks.

"What? You don't want to?" Cheng Songan snorted coldly, looking at Cui Yuanqing who remained silent.

Qiangwei felt something was wrong and walked closer to take a look. She felt that his breathing was heavy and his eyes were red, so she took out a handkerchief and touched his forehead. She couldn't help but be surprised: "Miss, the master's fever is not light."

Cheng Songan knew that he had a fever, but as a martial artist, he didn't care about being shot by an arrow. How could a small fever make him fall down? She walked over angrily and knocked him on the forehead: "Don't play dead, get up, get me some water to wash my hands, and then serve me dinner!"

But when she knocked, Cui Yuanqing leaned forward and fell into her arms, almost knocking her down, and then he lost consciousness.

Cheng Songan yelled, "Cui Yuanqing, are you looking for death? Get out of here!"

He shouted and wanted to hit him with his fist.

Haitang and Taxue hurried over to support her and stopped her, saying, "Miss, the master might have been drenched by the heavy rain that day. Please let him go this time."

The spring rain that day was quite heavy. Cui Yuanqing was not wearing thick clothes that day. He sat in Qinfang Pavilion all day and came back at midnight. He braved the heavy rain to find felt cloth from Gengdu Garden and went to Yuqiao Villa to build a shed for the seedlings. He had not taken this illness seriously at first, but after finishing the affairs of Prince Shou, he was completely relaxed physically and mentally and suddenly fell ill.