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

There was silence in the big tent.

At least Cui Yuanqing's consciousness stopped at the moment when Cheng Songan spoke. Maybe someone was talking, but he couldn't hear it. There were only three words in his mind: I want five pieces.

At this moment, he didn't know why he couldn't think because of these three words.

Until Wang Lujun subconsciously asked: "What is the exact year and month of birth of Xiao Fengzheng?"

Cui Yuanqing looked at Cheng Songan as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"The year of Jiawu," Cheng Songan sat beside Xiao Fengzheng, gently stroking her face which was wrinkled in pain, and said slowly with his eyes downcast, "March 3."

Wang Lujun only calculated from the perspective of a doctor. It was already the twelfth lunar month, and she was only three months away from turning five. So she should indeed use five petals. She had no time to pay attention to the undercurrents in the air. She added another petal to the mortar and crushed it gently. She then took out a few herbs from the main ingredients and added them in to completely absorb the juice. Then she took the things to the military doctor's tent to make pills.

Among the rest of the people, only Duan Zhuyu did not understand what this birth month meant. She had not seen Cheng Songan for many years, and seeing that she had a daughter, she felt that she had endless things to say to her. But before she could open her mouth, her uncle and Lu Qingshan held her arms on the left and right and carried her out.

Xuanwu resumed his impatient attitude towards everyone and perfunctorily bowed his hands: "Miss, my play is over, I will leave now."

After saying that, he glanced at Cui Yuanqing again and said, "The eldest lady has been living a free life these years since her father left her and her son stayed. If she still wants to continue, I will not hesitate to send her and her daughter away even if it means my death."

Xuanwu's words were not for discussion but for informing him. After he finished speaking, he left without waiting for his reaction and turned back.

The tent fell silent again, with only the sound of Xiao Fengzheng's painful and heavy breathing to be heard.

Cui Yuanqing repeatedly confirmed in her mind that on March 3rd, the Shangsi Festival, there would be kites flying all over the sky, so she named the child Little Kite.

No wonder I felt that Xiao Fengzheng looked familiar the first time I saw her. It’s not because she looked like Cheng Songan, but because she looked like myself when I was a child.

Xiao Fengzheng is his child with Cheng Songan, they have a daughter, and he, Cui Yuanqing, has a daughter with Cheng Songan.

Like a corpse resurrected, he walked step by step towards Cheng Songan and Xiao Fengzheng, bent down and wanted to touch his daughter's face, but suddenly saw that he was covered in blood, so he stopped and rubbed his hands unconsciously. The blood had dried long ago and he couldn't rub it off. He was a little at a loss. How could he touch a child's face when it was so dirty?

Cui Yuanqing stood there in a daze, not daring to move forward, but instead took a step back.

Cheng Songan finally looked up: "Do you like this daughter?"

Cui Yuanqing's tears fell. He half-knelt beside Cheng Songan's legs, his whole body trembling. He slowly knelt down, hugged her legs, and buried his head on them to prevent her from seeing him losing control.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice very hoarse: "Thank you, Yun Dai, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry for making you betray your past life and give birth to a child with someone you should have hated your whole life. I'm sorry for making you endure so much alone. I'm sorry for making you admit all this in front of me...

Cheng Songan patted his back again and again: "You have done a great job over the years."

Over the past five years, he has finally turned his destiny back to the direction that was predetermined in his previous life. Su Zhi has leveraged the power of clans and officials in Jiangnan for him, successfully implemented the new policies he proposed, and also put Jiangnan's taxation and the appointment of personnel in the six ministries into his hands. Therefore, King Xiang, like in his previous life, has followed the predetermined path from darkness to light, and the final victory or defeat of the three kings will soon be decided.

Along the way, his hands were still stained with blood, and he moved towards the pinnacle of power step by step. He let Wang Shumian replace Zhao Huaisong and become the chief minister, and he himself became the second chief minister. The reason for supporting Wang Shumian as the chief minister was, first, his qualifications could convince the people, and second, to avoid excessive suspicion from future emperors.

One step away from the end of the previous life.

But beneath this seemingly smooth surface, there are too many uncontrollable changes.

For example, Situi and Xue Tingrong.

Cui Yuanqing raised his head, like a child who had been praised, and asked, "Then, please don't leave again, okay?"

Cheng Songan lowered her eyes and said nothing. She had been behind Princess Xiang for five years. If she waited just over a month, Prince Xiang would be able to obtain the throne, and Princess Xiang would be able to fulfill her promise to redress the Cheng family's wrongdoings and allow her father to spend his old age in dignity.

Wang Lujun entered the big tent with the pills she had just prepared. There were five pills in total, each only the size of a red bean. She was in no mood to care about the love-hate relationship between the two of them. She walked straight to Xiao Fengzheng and motioned Cheng Songan to pick her up.

Cheng Songan immediately did as he was told, sat up with his daughter in his arms, and cooperated with Wang Lujun in taking the medicine.

It is not easy to feed medicine to a five-year-old child who is in a coma. Three people struggled for a long time before they finally got Xiao Fengzheng to eat a whole pill. There were four pills left, one pill per day.

By the evening, Xiao Fengzheng's blue face began to turn red, and the trembling and convulsions disappeared. He could also be fed some milk, but he was still unconscious.

Cui Yuanqing washed his body and asked the military doctor to treat his injuries simply. He then stayed by his daughter's side. Even when he slept, he lay next to Xiao Fengzheng, holding her hand.

Xue Tingrong woke up in the early morning. She half leaned against the tent and asked, "You didn't kill Cui Yuanqing. Does that mean you don't want your daughter's life? It seems that my sister still has feelings for him."

Cheng Songan said calmly: "It's just the poison of the ice snake. What's so difficult about it? Isn't it enough to pick the Blazing Flame Flower?"

Xue Tingrong's originally dull eyes suddenly brightened up. She moved her lips but did not speak.

Cheng Songan noticed the change in her expression. She was neither angry nor surprised. Instead, she seemed a little happy.

"The person who sent the Blazing Flower was Si Tui, right?" Cheng Songan asked, "When you faked your death and escaped from the capital, Si Tui disappeared with you, but he didn't go with you. And you have been looking for him, sending people to kidnap my daughter, and asking me to kill Cui Yuanqing, all to force him to show up, right?"

Xue Tingrong snorted coldly and did not answer, but her words were more certain than an answer.

Now, all doubts have been explained.

Cheng Songan was silent for a while, then spoke again: "Part of the reason I came to the northwest this time was to make sure you were still alive and to find Si Tui."

"Situi, he is the King Xiang's man."

In the last sentence, she was not asking, but stating without a doubt.

Xue Tingrong raised her eyebrows: "Sister, you are really smart. You guessed something that even Cui Yuanqing didn't realize."

Cheng Songan did not comment: "Prince Xiang deliberately wants to stir up conflicts between Rouran and Daqian in order to keep the war going. The Ming army will always swear to defend the border to the death. Prince Xiang wants to use the Ming army to support the enemy and protect himself."

Xue Tingrong smiled again: "Now that you know, so what? Cui Yuanqing has been smart all his life, but he didn't see through it."

"Really?" Cui Yuanqing opened the tent and walked in with his head down. "Even if I killed the Rouran King, what would happen? Are you sure that the alliance will be broken and that several tribes will unite to fight against Daqian?"

Xue Tingrong half-closed her eyes and looked at him, unwilling to show her lack of confidence in front of him who was as calm as water. She said coldly: "The Rouran King is narrow-minded, insidious and vicious. You have made him lose face this time. Do you still want peace and quiet?"

Cui Yuanqing sat next to Cheng Songan and smiled softly: "What if the Rouran King is a broad-minded person who advocates peace?"

Xue Tingrong looked up and laughed as if she had heard something funny, but as she laughed, she gradually became more and more incredulous. Finally, her smile froze on her face and then disappeared suddenly.

She looked up suddenly: "Xuanwu!"