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

When Cheng Songan turned around, Cui Yuanqing was kneeling in front of her. He was much thinner than he was five years ago, with his head hung, like a crane with a broken neck.

"Do you know where you are?"

The voice of the person in front of me was very soft, as soft as the person who had only appeared in dreams countless times in the past five years, unreal.

Cui Yuanqing raised his eyes and met Cheng Songan's. It was not a dream, but a real person, much healthier than the unbelievably thin lady in the dream. He replied dumbly: "I have ruined your life. No, no, I have ruined your two lives."

What awaited him was a long silence.

"It's not two lifetimes," Cheng Songan reached out and touched his thin, slightly sunken cheek, "This life has just begun."

Cui Yuanqing was greedy for the warmth of her palm and closed his eyes gently.

Cheng Songan said, "You were a jerk in your previous life and ruined my life, but there was nothing I could do about it. But you provoked me again in this life and made me fall in love with you again. Now that I'm back, you want to push me away."

"Cui Yuanqing, you bastard!"

Cui Yuanqing suddenly raised his head, with half of his face still pressed against her palm, his eyes full of disbelief. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but his throat was tight and he couldn't speak.

Cheng Songan leaned forward: "Don't you even ask me why I want to go back to Beijing?"

Cui Yuanqing was so nervous that he could not be more nervous. His Adam's apple, which was more obvious due to his thin body, rolled slightly. He waited for the person in front of him to continue speaking.

"I have been free for the past five years since I left you," Cheng Songan looked into his red eyes and said faintly, "but I am not happy, Cui Yuanqing. I miss you every day. Why don't you live a little better? Then I won't be soft-hearted and can continue to stay away from you. But you are like a dead tree, I..."

Before she could finish the rest of her words, Cui Yuanqing climbed up and turned her voice into fragmented sobs.

Cui Yuanqing's kiss was gentle and pious, his body trembling slightly due to nervousness, like a devout believer, kneeling on his back to pull the fairy of his faith into the mortal world. The desire that had been suppressed for five years finally found an outlet.

His hands changed from being placed on his shoulders to a tight embrace. He unconsciously wanted to press Cheng Songan closer to him, closer, preferably so that she could be embedded in his body and never separate.

Later, Cheng Songan knelt on the ground with him, hugged him tightly and kissed him.

Outside the window on a winter night, the cold wind was howling, a charcoal fire was burning in the room, the little kite was sleeping soundly, and the cat next to him was snoring in his sleep.

Cui Yuanqing held his lost and found wife in his arms, and returned to the bedroom from the west room. He devoutly kissed her from the center of her eyebrows to the corners of her lips, and then back and forth.

Cheng Songan's body went limp from his kiss, but he didn't make any further moves. He just stroked her forehead gently, then to her shoulders and neck, and finally stopped at her waist. After that, he stroked from bottom to top, over and over again, as if to confirm countless times that she was real.

"Xuanzhen." Cheng Songan leaned out of Cui Yuanqing's arms. She seldom called him by his name like this, but it sounded very natural when she said it because she had silently called it countless times in the past five years.

Cui Yuanqing stopped all movements, suddenly turned around, curled up, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Cheng Songan hugged him from behind: "Xuanzhen."

"You in my dream didn't call me Xuanzhen." Cui Yuanqing said hoarsely, "It's really you. You're back."

Cheng Songan put his hand on his shoulder, patted it soothingly, and then asked, "Xuanzhen, what are you afraid of?"

Cui Yuanqing's body gradually calmed down with her movements. He turned around, put his arms under Cheng Songan's armpits and hugged her like a child asking for a hug, in silence.

He didn't want to say, so Cheng Songan didn't ask any more questions. He just hugged him silently, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the middle of the night, Cheng Songan was worried about her daughter who was sleeping alone in the west room, so she gently let go of Cui Yuanqing's arms, got out of bed and went to the west room. The charcoal fire in the room was warm enough, and she hugged the fat Luo Luonu to keep warm and slept very soundly.

After seeing this scene, she felt relieved and was about to go back, but she saw Cui Yuanqing stumbling and chasing after her barefoot, with panic on his face. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cheng Songan.

Cheng Songan walked over and said angrily, "Why don't you even wear shoes?"

Cui Yuanqing was a little embarrassed: "I fell asleep, and I didn't even know when you got out of bed."

Cheng Songan paused. In the past, she was the one who slept soundly, but Cui Yuanqing was always alert. He would know when she moved. On the way back from the northwest, he always waited until both mother and daughter fell asleep before closing his eyes.

But today Cui Yuanqing seemed to be sleeping particularly soundly. It was early morning, but he seemed to be in better spirits than any other day.

Cheng Songan frowned and asked, "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"I'm so happy to see you again that I haven't slept well these days." Cui Yuanqing held her hand and replied casually.

Cheng Songan was somewhat puzzled, but she did not ask any more questions. Cui Yuanqing looked very bad during their reunion. She just took him back and went back to sleep.

At the hour of Yin the next day, Cui Yuanqing woke up again and prepared to go to court.

Cheng Songan also sat up. Seeing him taking his time putting on his court robes, no longer as decisive as before, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "Didn't you let me go free last night? Why are you afraid that I will leave now?"

After a good night's sleep, Cui Yuanqing was no longer as cautious as before and came over to her and begged her to tie the jade belt for him.

While Cheng Songan was tying it for him, he asked, "Where's that kid Sibian?"

Cui Yuanqing replied, "I got married three years ago and have a wife. It's not good to ask him to serve me all day long."

He smiled as he spoke, and seemed to be proud of other people's happiness.

Cheng Songan couldn't bear to see him like this, so she changed the subject to the real purpose of her return: "Does the Saint still go to court every day? How is his health?"

Cui Yuanqing nodded: "Your Majesty is in good health as always."

Cheng Songan frowned and thought for a while, then said, "When I left five years ago, I told you that it was King Xiang who would take the throne. Do you remember?"

Cui Yuanqing nodded, fastened his jade belt, and stood up to leave.

Cheng Songan asked again: "Now, do you know what the question I just asked means?"

Cui Yuanqing hummed. What she meant was that the sage passed away and King Xiang succeeded to the throne.

How could he not know?

Cheng Songan: "I have endured for five years. Don't fail at the last step. The Cheng family is not in a hurry to redress."

Cui Yuanqing lowered his eyes, did not answer, just hummed, and was about to leave.

Cheng Songan hooked the jade belt and pulled him back: "What? Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Nothing happened last night, Cui Yuanqing, are you not feeling well?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes suddenly became hot.

Cheng Songan pushed him and said, "Let's go. It's time to go to court. I'll sleep a little longer."