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

After Cui Yuanqing went to court, Cheng Songan took a nap. Before dawn, Xiao Fengzheng ran in from the west room and got into her bed with Luo Luonu in her arms.

Cheng Songan held her in his arms and asked, "Why did you wake up?"

Before Xiao Fengzheng answered, Cheng Songan heard the noise and someone came outside.

She sat up and listened. There was only some rustling sound, but no big movement, as if the old woman who did the rough work in the yard had gotten up to go to work.

Just as I was about to lie down, I heard some whispering again. Although the voices were lowered, they could still be heard faintly.

Cheng Songan felt something was wrong, so he pulled out the long sword hanging on the head of the bed, let Xiao Fengzheng lie down, slowly walked to the window, quietly opened a gap, and saw an old man and a young man sitting in the yard, with a young man standing next to them.

It was Old Madam Yu and Cheng Wanxin.

Cheng Songan's nose felt sore, he dropped the sword in his hand, opened the window, and choked up, "Grandma..."

Old Madam Yu and Cheng Wanxin turned around at the same time. Cheng Songan had already gotten into the bed and opened the door to welcome them in. The three of them hugged each other and burst into tears.

The young man beside him was taller than Xiao Fengzheng. When he saw Cheng Songan, he knelt down respectfully and shouted, "Greetings to auntie."

"Yong'er..." Cheng Song'an was stunned. He is now exactly the same age as when he was brought to Cui Mansion in his previous life. He looks like the real Yong'er in her memory, but something is wrong.

Yong Ge'er kowtowed three times, but remained straight without getting up. He said again, "Aunt, my nickname is Yong Ge'er."

The appearance is correct, but the speech and behavior are completely different from the previous life. Although Yong Ge'er in this life is only six years old, he has an extraordinary temperament and does not have the arrogance and frivolity of his previous life.

He was raised by Wanxin. They had the same background, but lived a different life.

Xue Tingrong is dead, and the grudges have disappeared. The child has no choice, and he has done nothing wrong.

Cheng Songan nodded and said, "Get up, let me see."

Yong Ge'er then stood up and raised his head

Cheng Songan was fascinated by his appearance. He did look a bit like Prince Ning Zhao, but he was more like Xue Tingrong, especially his eyes.

Cheng Wanxin's eyes turned red, and she asked, "Sister, Sister Rong, she..."

Cheng Songan nodded. Xue Tingrong didn't have any words to say to Yong'er before she died. It seemed that she didn't want to leave any trace in his life.

Old Mrs. Yu tremblingly pulled Cheng Songan's hand, squinted her blurry eyes to look at her, and tears streamed down her face.

"Grandma, Yun Dai is unfilial!" Cheng Songan couldn't bear it any longer and knelt in Grandma Yu's arms.

Old Mrs. Yu patted her back and murmured, "I know you have your reasons. It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back..."

Behind the curtains, Xiao Fengzheng tilted her head and looked at the three people who were crying uncontrollably. She said firmly and confidently, "You are Zheng'er's great-grandmother."

Old Mrs. Yu looked at the little person and saw that she looked like her granddaughter decades ago. She was her great-granddaughter.

"Good child, come here quickly and call great-grandmother mother." Old Mrs. Yu cried and laughed, let go of Cheng Songan, and almost didn't know how to put her hands. Haitang went back and only mentioned Cheng Songan's return, but didn't mention the child. It turned out that she wanted to give her a surprise.

Little Feng Zheng has never been shy. What's more, she recognizes the image of her great-grandmother, which her mother asked Taxue to draw.

So she walked up to her great-grandmother and kissed her.

Old Madam Yu was so surprised that she couldn't help sobbing and crying: "My dear Yundai, you have suffered so much. Grandmother can see Yuan'er's child, and she will die without regrets."

Cheng Wanxin had already shed tears. She looked at Xiao Fengzheng from left to right, caressing her face lovingly, and said to Yong'er, "Yong'er, look, you have a sister now."

Yong Ge'er grew up in the Cheng Mansion as Cui Yuanqing's illegitimate son and the only son, but he never won his father's favor. As soon as he saw his sister, he understood that this was what his father was like. She was his daughter, and her mother was the lady his father had been looking for all these years. His father would definitely treat her as the apple of his eye.

He pursed his lips and lowered his head, feeling a little self-pitying.

Little Feng Zheng lowered his head and looked up at him: "Brother Yong'er, why are you ignoring me?"

Yong'er was slightly startled, and Xiao Fengzheng had already pulled his hand: "I have a raccoon slave, do you want to see it?"

Yong'er subconsciously looked towards his great-grandmother and aunt. He knew that his father lived in this villa, but he had never been allowed to come here. After all, he was just a child and was full of curiosity about this place.

Old Madam Yu wiped her tears and said, "Go and call your Aunt Haitang and the others in."

Yong'er's face lit up with joy, and he carefully took Xiao Fengzheng's hand. After getting his great-grandmother's permission, he went outside with her hand in hand to look for Haitang.

"Grandma, why did you come here before dawn?" Cheng Songan sat next to her, feeling a little concerned about the old lady's health.

Cheng Wanxin replied, "We have often gone to Baoguo Temple to burn the first stick of incense before dawn over the years. Those people have long been accustomed to it and will not pay special attention. If we go out with the carriage after dawn, there will be many people around and they will inevitably pay attention."

Even though those people didn't say it explicitly, Cheng Songan knew who they were.

She was silent for a while, then asked again: "Does the King of Xiang not trust Xuanzhen now?"

Old Madam Yu had a serious expression on her face and nodded slowly: "Prince Shou is useless. The Saint only spared him because of the former relationship with the Concubine Chen. However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has no chance of succeeding to the throne. If it weren't for Prince Jin's rebellion, Prince Xiang would have retired."

This is different from the previous life. In the previous life, King Xiang trusted Cui Yuanqing very much. After he ascended the throne, Cui Yuanqing was still the chief minister of the cabinet and the teacher of the crown prince. No one in the court could compete with him.

Is it because of Xue Tingrong? If the King of Xiang was such a sentimental person, he would not have allowed Xue Tingrong to be a slave in the court of the Rouran king. There must be other reasons.

"I have some questions," Cheng Wanxin asked, "Brother-in-law has the talent to govern the world. If he didn't meet a wise leader, why did he continue to work for King Xiang for so many years?"

Cheng Songan remained silent. Among the three princes, the Xiang prince was a general among the dwarfs. If the country fell into the hands of the Jin prince or the Shou prince, it would not be better than the Xiang prince. But now the Ninth Prince has grown up. Although he is not outstanding, he is also well-behaved. Cui Yuanqing still assists the Xiang prince who no longer trusts him. It is indeed a bit unlike him.

Cui Yuanqing is moving towards the world trend that was set in his previous life, and even though it will eventually change his fate, he seems to be walking along that path.

Haitang came in with food. Little Fengzheng was already hungry, so Yonger fed her some jujube paste cake.

"Don't feed her," Cheng Songan suddenly turned around and said angrily.

Yong'er immediately put down the cloud cake, pinched the corner of his clothes, blushed, and whispered: "Yong'er knows his mistake."

Cheng Songan was startled, then gently pulled him to his side: "My sister is lazy. The more you indulge her, the more she will ask you to do things for her. So I don't let you feed her, not that you did anything wrong."

The little kite wrinkled its nose mischievously, making several people laugh.

Yong'er's eyes reddened and he almost shed tears. No one had told him about his life experience over the years, but he also vaguely knew that he was not liked by his great-grandmother, and his grandparents seldom cared about him, and his father never said a word to him. Only Aunt Wanxin took good care of him, but it seemed that his aunt always saw the shadows of others through him, and he didn't understand why.

This was the first time someone spoke to him like a real mother.