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

Cui Yuanqing not only put flowers in her hair, but also asked her to wait for him. Does this count as... surrendering to her?

Cheng Songan looked at him in disbelief and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Cui Yuanqing smiled angrily, lowered his head and moved closer to pinch her face, and said faintly: "When I go to Jiangnan, I will inevitably have to fight with the local clans and families. It may take at least half a year, or even one or two years."

Cheng Songan was startled by his action. Cui Yuanqing was really crazy. She stiffened her body and said "oh" faintly. She had known about this for a long time. He had been gone for almost a year in his previous life.

At that time, she worried about him every day and often sent people to bring letters and things to him, but Cui Yuanqing always just sent a letter back to the entire Cui family to report his safety and never said a single word to her in private.

Hadn't she been waiting for him? She had waited her whole life for him to respond to her, but unfortunately, she never got it until her death.

What does this mean in this life? He came back more often, talked to her more, and she even began to bow her head and submit to him.

However, Cheng Songan did not feel a trace of warmth, but instead felt an indescribable weirdness, and subconsciously thought that Cui Yuanqing was up to something.

She broke free from his arms and said, "Why wait? I'm right here. Where can I go?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes moved, as if he was restraining something, and he said calmly: "Have you been to Suzhou and Hangzhou? Do you want to go?"

Cheng Songan was really scared at this moment. Was Cui Yuanqing under a spell? Was he inviting her to go to Jiangnan with him?

She didn't want to go. He was going to fight with the local tyrants. If he wasn't careful, he would die. It wasn't a sightseeing trip. In his previous life, Cui Yuanqing had shed so much blood on his hands that year before he came back alive. Even if she was in the inner house, she had heard about the dangers.

She shook her head like a fish shaking its tail: "No."

Cui Yuanqing lowered his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

Cheng Songan answered honestly: "As the saying goes, the emperor is far away, and a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. With such a big case, the Jiangnan gentry and clans must be as strong as an iron barrel. It will be extremely difficult to investigate them. If I am not careful, I will lose my life. I am afraid of death."

Cui Yuanqing chuckled, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Cheng Songan: "Of course."

People who have died once will be more afraid of death than others.

Cui Yuanqing stopped laughing and asked seriously, "Are you afraid that I will die?"

Cheng Song'an froze there. She had never thought about this problem because she had never thought that Cui Yuanqing would die. He had never shown his edge, and from the beginning he got involved in party struggles, the fight for the throne, and finally he entered the cabinet and was appointed prime minister. He took every step steadily.

When she died, he was just in his early thirties, in the prime of his life. He was highly valued by the emperor, supported by the prince, and had a new wife and son at home who had been waiting for him for ten years.

Cheng Songan couldn't imagine under what circumstances and in what way Cui Yuanqing would die.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Cui Yuanqing kept asking, "Are you afraid that I will die?"

Cheng Songan raised his head, looked him in the eye and said, "Don't be afraid."

Cui Yuanqing shrank his hand hidden under his wide robe sleeves and asked again, "Why?"

Cheng Songan could no longer endure it and asked back, "Your Excellency, everything you said is so unreasonable. I thought I had made it very clear a few days ago. Don't test me anymore, and don't pretend to maintain the dignity between husband and wife. You go and investigate your case, and I will be filial to you at home. You will have your own glory when you are alive, and I will be a widow when you die. What's so scary about that?"

Cui Yuanqing heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "I'll go see my mother and grandmother."

After he left, Cheng Songan called Haitang to bring in the medicinal food, and drank it all in one gulp.

It would be better if he died. No matter who becomes the emperor, he would not make things difficult for a widow like her. She could be the widow of a third-rank official happily. She wouldn't have to think about divorce or consider Cheng Wanxin. She could just stay in the big yard every day and eat, drink and have fun. Just thinking about it would make her feel like she was in heaven.

It’s a pity that Cui Yuanqing has a tough life and can only think about it. He still has to live his life and make plans for divorce in the future.

No matter how awkward the past two days were, they still had to sit, sleep and eat together in appearance but not in spirit. On the day of Old Madam Yu's birthday banquet, the two of them put in their best efforts to act like a loving couple who were enjoying the old madam's affections in front of the whole family.

On that day, most of the people who came were officials' relatives who brought gifts. The male guests either came to celebrate the birthday and show their faces, or just sat for a while before going back to the yamen. Therefore, most of the people at the table were female relatives.

Mrs. Cheng Feng, along with Cheng Wanxin and Cheng Jining, arrived early in the morning and sat in the Pixia Pavilion with other officials and their wives to admire the chrysanthemums.

Cheng Songan wore a cloak with bright red feathers and a circle of white fox fur around her neck, surrounding her fair face. The red and white color of the cloak made her look both noble and beautiful.

Old Madam Yu was not shy in front of everyone. She pulled her into her arms and kept showing off to a few old ladies of the same age: "Don't think I don't know you guys. You openly and secretly make fun of me for being unlucky. I only have one grandson, but now I have a fairy-like grandson's wife. How can you still laugh?"

"This idea of ​​appreciating chrysanthemums was also her idea."

Several old ladies were her former close friends. After hearing this, they all laughed and scolded each other, saying that she was too old and shameless, but they could not stop praising Cheng Songan.

Feng said with a smile: "Aunt, please stop spoiling her. She was not like this at home, but now she is spoiled like a real granddaughter at her husband's house."

Cheng Jinning interrupted and said, "If my sister is not good, will Grandmother Cui still love her? My sister is good and can't be spoiled."

Everyone laughed, and Old Lady Yu pointed at her and said, "Third girl, you are right. Your sister is the only daughter-in-law that Grandpa and I have chosen. Even if I don't love your brother-in-law, I must love your sister."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Wanxin lowered her head inadvertently.

Cheng Songan looked at her plain clothes and makeup and sighed. Even without any makeup, she was still so stunning, as lovable as a natural daffodil.

"Grandmother said it in front of everyone, and your granddaughter-in-law took it seriously. If my husband bullies me one day, you must stand up for me." Cheng Songan looked at Cheng Wanxin with a smile and said to Old Lady Yu.

Old Madam Yu pinched her face and said angrily, "Then you have to give me a great-grandson to count."

There are no outsiders here, and they are all women, so there is no taboo in what they say.

Cheng Songan was so embarrassed that she buried her head in front of Old Madam Yu and said coquettishly, "It seems that what Grandma said is not sincere. I won't agree."

Old Madam Yu smiled and said to everyone, "Look, Zhenzhen really makes people pity and hate her. Yuan'er wanted to go to Jiangnan, and he also discussed with me to take her with him. Even though she is so clingy, she still bullies her."

Cheng Songan was stunned. Did Cui Yuanqing discuss with Old Madam Yu about taking her to Jiangnan? He glanced at Cheng Wanxin again, but saw that she was biting her lip in deep thought. Her big, clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and she was about to cry.