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

Princess Xiang is more noble and elegant than before.

"Why didn't you bring the child to me?"

Cheng Songan stepped forward, bowed and greeted him. He hadn't performed a formal greeting for many years, so his movements were a little unfamiliar.

Princess Xiang allowed her to pay homage to her without any instruction for her to sit down or excuse herself. The maid Hong Luo stood behind her, without a trace of the kindness she had in the past.

Cheng Songan continued to salute and replied, "I raised my daughter to be a bit naughty and unruly. I'm afraid she'll be a laughing stock if I bring her here."

Princess Xiang laughed very lightly, then raised her wrist casually: "Is there anyone more unruly than our Yu'er? She happens to be the same age as our second brother. Bring her here for me to see next time."

Cheng Songan then stood up and followed her movements, and replied carefully: "If the princess doesn't mind, I'll bring it next time."

Princess Xiang frowned and said to Hong Luo, "You seem to be getting less and less attentive. Madam Cheng has been standing for half a day and hasn't even brought a cup of tea. You won't even let me sit down?"

Hong Luo showed guilt on his face, pointing at the two girls in the corner and asked, "Why are you still standing there?"

The two maids were about to retreat slowly, but just as they took one step, they were stopped again, "Tell someone to bring the prince here, and tell him that there is a distinguished guest today, so there is no need to study."

After giving the instructions, Hong Luo asked Cheng Songan to sit at the guest seat, then walked to the charcoal stove and took a look. Perhaps he felt that the charcoal fire was too strong and the room was a little stuffy, so he opened the window to let in some air.

"Although we have kept in touch over the years, we still cannot meet each other." When most of the people in the room had left, Princess Xiang began to sigh, "I am sorry for having wronged you."

Cheng Songan, who had just sat down, immediately stood up and replied, "Princess, I am so embarrassed to hear you say that."

Princess Xiang said quietly, "You are becoming more polite to me. Well, sit down."

Cheng Songan sat down obediently and waited quietly for the person in the upper position to continue speaking.

Princess Xiang's sigh was fleeting, and she returned to her previous solemnity: "The saint is in good health, that is announced to the public, you returned to the capital for this, right?"

"Yes," Cheng Songan said without hesitation, "I came to see you to go to the palace with you to take care of the sick."

Princess Xiang was not surprised. She just looked out the window and thought for a while. However, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking about.

After a long moment, she nodded and said nothing.

A snow-white Persian cat woke up, stretched lazily and stood up from the charcoal stove, walked to the side of Princess Xiang and lay down again.

Cheng Songan looked at its increasingly dim eyes and said softly, "Chiyu must have given birth to several litters of cats in recent years. Maybe she has forgotten about the Luo Luo Nu that she gave me."

Princess Xiang liked Chiyu the most as always, and gently combed its hair with her slender fingers: "How can we know whether he has forgotten or not?"

Cheng Songan sighed: "It would be great if people were like cats. Look at it, it doesn't care what cat it gave birth to or who it gave the kittens to."

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Princess Xiang's eyes, and the two of them just talked about family matters after that.

Not long after, the door opened again, and Ning Zhao walked into the room with a cold air. The teenager was already tall and handsome, but his eyes and brows were not as immature as those of an ordinary teenager. He first paid his respects to Princess Xiang, then came to Cheng Songan, stopped the person who wanted to stand up to salute, lifted his robe and knelt down.

"Ning Zhao pays respects to Master's wife."

Cheng Songan quickly helped him up and said, "Sir, please don't do such a big ceremony."

Ning Zhaocai stood up, and there was a natural air of nobility in his every move. Even at such a young age, he already had the appearance of an emperor.

"Why didn't my junior sister come?" Only when they talked about family matters did Ning Zhao start to act like an ordinary teenager.

Cheng Songan was startled for a moment before he realized that the so-called junior sister was because Ning Zhao was speaking from the perspective of Cui Yuanqing, and his teacher's daughter was his junior sister.

I just don’t know if he just found out about the existence of the little kite, or if he has always known about it. What about King Xiang?

Seeing Cheng Songan was a little distracted, Ning Zhao didn't care. He took off a night-shining pearl from his crown, handed it to her with both hands and said, "Since you didn't come, let Master's wife take it back and give it to Junior Sister."

At first glance, it was clear that this night-shining pearl was a tribute from the palace. Cheng Songan declined, "Your Highness, this item is too valuable..."

Princess Xiang interrupted her, as if she had thought of something, with an ambiguous smile in her eyes: "Don't refuse on behalf of the child. If she doesn't like it, let her return it to her brother herself."

Ning Zhao smiled and said, "Master and his wife are a perfect couple. I wonder what kind of fairy their junior sister is. I really want to meet her. I'm afraid it would be unfair to her to give her this pearl as a gift. If she doesn't like it, tell her to come to the palace and take what she wants."

Having said that, Cheng Songan couldn't refuse, so he let Haitang accept it.

After a while, the maid who went to invite Ning Zhao came in again and said, "Master Cui is about to return home, and he wants to ask how the princess is doing."

Princess Xiang smiled softly, but suddenly she put on airs and said, "In that case, Madam Cheng should go back with us. I saw that the prince is wearing that Lan gown again, and I think he likes it. I will shamelessly ask you for another one."

Cheng Songan agreed, "I haven't given up my craft over the years, and I've embroidered a lot. I'll send it to you another day."

Princess Xiang nodded slightly and said, "Ning Zhao, send your master's wife out."

Ning Zhao agreed and followed Cheng Songan to the second gate. The young boy curiously asked about the south of the Yangtze River and was also interested in the northwest. It was not until he met Cui Yuanqing who was waiting there that he stopped talking and respectfully handed his master's wife to his master.

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On the way back, Cheng Songan and Cui Yuanqing rode in the same carriage, and Haitang followed behind on Cui Yuanqing's horse.

As the carriages gradually approached the main city, Cui Yuanqing spoke: "If the Prince Xiang's palace summons you in the future, you can claim to be ill and not come."

Cheng Songan thought about the several attempts he had made with Princess Xiang just now and did not agree.

She only said what she could: "Princess Xiang seems to want Xiao Fengzheng to get along with Ning Zhao, she..."

The following words were not said, but Cui Yuanqing immediately understood that it was an intentional attempt to facilitate a marriage.

"No." Cui Yuanqing looked surprised and slowly uttered two words.

Cheng Songan frowned. If she had not left the capital, she would have agreed. After all, Ning Zhao would soon become the crown prince, and if Xiao Fengzheng married him, she would be the crown princess and the future queen.

To other families, being a queen is the highest honor, but to Xiao Fengzheng, it may be a shackle.

But in the current situation, Prince Xiang is afraid of Cui Yuanqing, but he cannot leave him, so he wants to win him over. Xiao Fengzheng must not have an engagement with Ning Zhao under this premise.

Cui Yuanqing held Cheng Songan's hand and said, "Our daughter doesn't have to marry into another family. She must marry into our family. Ning Zhao can't do that, and Xiao Fengzheng can't do that to him..."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped talking and his eyes turned red.

Cheng Songan felt the big hand holding his tighten, and suddenly understood what he wanted to say.

Taking his hand in his own, Cheng Songan smiled and asked, "Are you trying to say that we can't kill the father and keep the son?"