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

The east side hall of Qianyuan Hall was where the cabinet ministers discussed politics. Zhao Huaisong had been summoned back to the cabinet and was still the chief minister in name, but the power of voting was divided equally between Cui Yuanqing and the Minister of War Wang Shumian.

Half of the memorials received today were to vindicate Cheng Zhongwen and request a thorough investigation into the private manufacture of armor, while the other half were to accuse Cui Yuanqing of having ties with the Cheng family and demanding that he be implicated and expelled from the cabinet.

While waiting to be clothed in red, Zhao Huaisong's old eyes were still bright and it was impossible to tell his emotion. He talked to Wang Shumian about the mutiny of the refugees in a very light tone.

Lord Wang nodded from time to time. He had been in the court for many years and had always been impartial. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little confused. The saint had an obvious preference for Prince Shou. In order to reinstate him, he made many circuitous moves before letting the court officials guess his purpose. However, he always kept Prince Jin in suspense, and now he became more and more fond of Prince Xiang's son.

Zhao Huaisong is Prince Jin's man, and Cui Yuanqing is apparently Prince Shou's man, but he is also the teacher of Prince Xiang's son. Logically, Cui Yuanqing has a greater chance of winning, but Wang Shumian knows in his heart that the Central Palace has been operating for many years and its influence has long been deeply rooted. Although they have lost Prince Fu, Prince Fu's in-laws still control a lot of military power, and even the Ming family is subject to their control.

The eunuch holding the pen had not sent the red document for a long time. Wang Shumian was a little impatient in dealing with Zhao Huaisong, but he said calmly: "The difference between disaster victims and refugees is only one word, but in fact they are very different. I have not seen any disaster victims mutiny or refugee rebellion. Besides, several princesses and wives in the capital have been distributing porridge to the disaster relief for many days. The relief food and funds will arrive in Henan and Anhui provinces soon. The elder cabinet should be very careful."

Zhao Huaisong was calm and composed, twirling his beard without commenting: "Lord Wang has long given up his military career and turned to literature. I'm afraid he has long forgotten the motto of 'Be prepared for danger in times of peace'. With so many disaster victims entering the capital, I'm afraid there may be spies from Rongdi sneaking in, colluding with the outside world..."

Wang Shumian was panicked, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He said calmly, "Your Excellency is right. I will immediately start the security arrangements for the capital. I just don't know what you mean by internal and external cooperation?"

Zhao Huaisong's eyes tightened, and then he smiled faintly: "Maybe the spies have already sneaked into the city. If we cooperate with the outside at that time... Lord Cui, what do you think?"

Cui Yuanqing, who had never participated in the discussion, suddenly covered his chest with his hands without warning and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over the floor.

Even Zhao Huaisong was startled and stood up suddenly: "What happened to Lord Cui?"

Wang Shumian hurried forward to give him a hand. Cui Yuanqing's face was as pale as gold, and he seemed to be deaf to the questions of everyone in the room. He could only see everyone's mouths opening and closing, and their voices were vague.

The eunuch outside the palace hurried over and said, "Master Cui, please go home quickly. Something has happened to your wife!"

Cui Yuanqing almost forgot how he got back to Gengdu Garden. He saw Siwei kneeling under the eaves in the courtyard with an unprecedented panic on his face. He walked straight past him and went into the inner room.

Doctor Sun also knelt there, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, and said tremblingly: "Sir... Sir... Madam..."

Cui Yuanqing shouted hoarsely: "Don't talk, get out!"

Doctor Sun quickly knelt down and retreated.

Cui Yuanqing stumbled towards the bed. The person on the bed had a pale face and had already woken up. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head.

After a long while, Cheng Songan smiled bitterly: "It won't work, Cui Yuanqing, we are destined not to have children."

"Why?" Cui Yuanqing buried her face in her hands, trembling all over like a frightened child. "Why is this happening?"

Cheng Songan pulled his hand away and asked, "That person was locked up well, how could he escape?"

Cui Yuanqing suddenly raised his head, his eyes changed from disbelief to murderous intent. In just a moment, he slowly stood up and said to Siwei, "Bring the people from Beiyuan here."

Siwei went there quickly, and within an hour, he brought Xue Tingrong to the Gengdu Garden.

Xue Tingrong looked at Cheng Songan on the couch at a loss, as if she didn't know what happened: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Songan said coldly: "Don't call me sister. You are the only one in the world who knows where your sister is."

Xue Tingrong burst into tears: "My sister? Sister Tingyun? Is she still alive?"

Xuanwu watched silently, without any expression on his face at her superb performance. He just stood there with his arms crossed. "Ms. Wanxin said that the day she left the word Jinling on the brick, she heard you know about Miss Xue Wu's whereabouts. In all these years, this is actually the first time you have heard about her."

"Where did you take her?"

Xue Tingrong opened her big innocent eyes and shook her head: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

She turned around and looked at Cui Yuanqing, who had a gloomy face: "Sir, don't you believe me? My sister died after leaving me a painting..."

Cui Yuanqing approached her step by step: "I have indulged you for a long time, why do you want to harm Yun Dai and her child?"

Xue Tingrong was in tears and grabbed his belt and said, "Brother Yuanqing, what are you talking about? How could I harm my sister's child? For so many years, I have always treated her as my own sister."

"If I wanted to harm my sister and the Cheng family, why would I wait until now? Besides, I've been imprisoned in Beiyuan these days, and I'm surrounded by your people. How could I harm my sister and her child?"

Cui Yuanqing pulled the belt from her hand with disgust and said gloomily: "Only Si Tui knows where the person is imprisoned. If you can control him once, you can control him many times."

Xue Tingrong shook her head desperately: "Situi is not in the capital, how can I control him, brother Yuanqing, Situi is my brother-in-law, I only respect him, how can I control him?"

Cui Yuanqing’s patience was almost exhausted. He grabbed her neck and pulled her up from the ground: “How could Tingyun have a sister like you! She is still acting with me…”

"Yuan... Yuan Qing..." Xue Tingrong was choked to the point of having difficulty breathing. She struggled desperately, and intermittent sounds escaped from her throat, "Prince, Prince, please..."

Si Tui came in like a shadow and knelt in front of Cui Yuanqing: "Sir, it's my fault. She knows the whereabouts of Ting Yun. Wait for me, wait for me... I will come back and give my life to Madam."

Cui Yuanqing slowly loosened his grip, and the person in his hand fell heavily to the ground, coughing and breathing heavily.

He said coldly: "I don't want to see her again. Send her out of the capital and send a secret letter to the prince, saying that the second young lady of the Cheng family died suddenly."

Xue Tingrong suddenly tore off all her disguises: "Cui Yuanqing, why do you treat me like this? It is for you that I became the concubine of the King of Xiang. Even if you are not sincere to me, I will care about you and take care of you on behalf of my sister. Are you worthy of Sister Tingyun by treating me like this?"

Cui Yuanqing frowned and said, "Don't insult Tingyun. Tingyun is a person of high moral character. She won't let you do such a shameless thing!"

Xue Tingrong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and burst into laughter, as if she had heard something very funny.

Everyone was silent and stared at her.

After a long time, Xue Tingrong stopped laughing, but a strange smile still hung on the corners of her mouth: "Do you think Xue Tingyun is still the former Fifth Miss Xue? She has a noble character, but unfortunately, her body is vile! If you see her again, will you still treat her the same way as before?"

Si Tui and Cui Yuanqing were startled at the same time and felt cold all over.

Xue Tingrong laughed again: "Hahahaha, all men are the same. They say they like character, but in fact, who doesn't care about background? Who doesn't care about appearance?"

"You two should stop pretending to be so loyal and affectionate. Xue Tingrong has become a lowly prostitute. Can you still regard her as a noble lady? Can you still regard her as your friend and wife?"