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

At this hour, Cui Yuanqing should have been at the canal dock, so why was he kneeling in the main hall of Chunhui Garden?

When Cheng Songan entered the room, he saw Old Madam Yu sitting on the armchair with a gloomy face, the cane in her hand leaning on one side. Cui Yuanqing was kneeling not far from her feet, and two servants stood behind her, each holding a board as wide as a palm, standing like an angry Vajra.

"Since you are here, just sit aside and watch." Old Mrs. Yu said lightly.

Cheng Songan didn't know what was going on, so he slowly knelt down, lowered his head and said nothing.

Cui Yuanqing glanced at her sideways. She had changed her clothes and put on makeup on her face. She seldom wore such heavy makeup, which obscured her original beauty. I guess it was to cover up her swollen eyes from crying.

He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Old Lady Yu: "Why are you kneeling? Get up."

Cheng Songan knelt without moving and whispered, "My husband made my grandmother angry. It's my fault for not admonishing him. Kneeling is my duty."

Cui Yuanqing nudged her arm with his elbow and said, "Get up."

Cheng Songan still didn't move.

Old Mrs. Yu got angry, picked up her walking stick, stood up, pushed the old woman away, and hit Cui Yuanqing hard on the back several times.

Cheng Songan was caught off guard and got startled. He fell backwards involuntarily and squatted on the ground.

Cui Yuanqing, who was beside her, subconsciously tried to help her. He stretched out his hand halfway, but when he saw that she was fine, he retracted his hand and lay motionless, enduring the impact of the crutch on his back.

Only then did Cheng Songan discover the red marks on Cui Yuanqing's back. It was obvious that he had been beaten with a board before she came. The old lady's walking stick was made of rosewood, which was much heavier than the board. Even if Cui Yuanqing had a body of iron, he would bleed after being beaten with such a few strong blows.

If he is beaten a few more times, he may not be able to leave Beijing today. That would be a crime of disobeying the imperial order, and the entire Cui family would be implicated.

Without thinking, she stepped forward and hugged the cane, begging, "Grandmother, please stop. Killing my husband is a small matter, but it will be a big deal for you to be labeled as unkind. Besides, my husband is the imperial inspector appointed by the emperor. If you kill him today, how can you face the emperor? Grandfather is watching from heaven."

When Mrs. Yu heard her mention her husband, she burst into tears, threw away her crutches and sat back on the armchair, crying, "If you were alive, I would let these two enemies kill each other..."

Cheng Songan felt something was wrong. Was it because of the two of them that the old lady wanted to flog Cui Yuanqing? She looked at the people around her in confusion. Cui Yuanqing gritted his teeth to endure the pain and just lowered his head without saying a word.

She didn't want to pay attention to him, but in this situation, she had to say against her will: "My husband, don't you know that it is not unfilial to accept a small beating and walk away if it is a big beating? Do you want your grandmother to beat you to death and become an unkind person?"

Cui Yuanqing turned his head to the side, his face a little red due to the severe pain, which added a sense of imperfect beauty to his handsome face.

He stared at her intently, and replied in a perverse tone, "Madam is right."

Cheng Songan was made to stand there by him, lowering her head awkwardly. She was just giving a symbolic advice.

"You are still trying to fool me at this time!" Old Madam Yu slapped the armrest in anger, "Do you think I don't know what kind of trouble you are making in the house? To tell you the truth, I can't hide anything from you in Yunxiang Pavilion."

"You two were just playing around at first, and I didn't take it seriously. But today you forced her to kill someone with a sword. Who knows what she might do tomorrow? I'm beating you on behalf of your grandfather!"

Cui Yuanqing touched the ground with his head and said: "Grandma, you are right to hit me. I know I am wrong."

Cheng Songan was immediately panicked. She knew that some of the girls in the courtyard had the old lady's people, but she never paid attention to it. Today, she was in a hurry and forgot that they would come here to report. So she kowtowed and said, "Grandma, you are so bold and presumptuous. Please punish me, grandma."

Old Madam Yu pointed at her, tears streaming down her face. "Do I blame you for your quarrel? What I hate is that you pretended to be a perfect couple in front of me, but in fact you are incompatible with each other, and you kept me in the dark and used me as a monkey. Forget it, I will never see your grandfather again when I die."

Cheng Songan knelt down and crawled to her legs, then said in tears: "Grandma will not die, don't abandon Yun Dai..."

In her previous life, after her grandmother died, there was no one in this mansion who could truly protect her.

Cui Yuanqing raised his head silently, watching her lying on the old lady's lap, tears once again wet her makeup, and unlike the resoluteness when she drew her sword to kill him, she cried very forbearingly and restrainedly, which made his heart twitch slightly, and he felt uncontrollably distressed.

He forgot that she was originally a girl with a clear distinction between love and hate. It was true that she liked Brother Sansi in the past, and it was also true that she hated him, Cui Yuanqing, now.

She had only lived with her grandmother for a month, but her feelings for her seemed to be unusually sincere. But why did she hate him so strongly?

Seeing her shoulders shaking slightly as she cried, and her frail shoulders seemingly unable to withstand a single blow, Old Lady Yu's heart softened, and she stroked her black hair and said, "Promise me that you won't separate from Yuan'er."

Cheng Songan's trembling shoulders paused for a moment, she bit her lip with a little force, and her lower lip was almost bitten through.

Cui Yuanqing lowered his head, not daring to look at her. The waiting time had never been so long, as if he had experienced a lot of changes in the world.

Old Madam Yu didn't wait for an answer and sighed, "Forget it, I won't force you, but you have to promise that you will never leave Cui's house while I am alive."

A drop of blood oozed out of Cheng Songan's lips. According to her previous life, Old Madam Yu would die unexpectedly next year. She wanted to help her avoid that accident in this life. What she said just now about living a long life with her was also sincere.

But if I agree, I will never leave Cui Mansion and never leave Cui Yuanqing.

Cui Yuanqing couldn't help but tremble a little and couldn't clench his hands.

After a long while, Cheng Songan closed his eyes and said, "I promise."

Cui Yuanqing's heart, which had been hanging in the air, fell back into his chest and he chuckled in despair.

Old Madam Yu pulled Cheng Songan up, wiped her tears and asked, "What did you come here for?"

Cheng Songan then remembered Princess Xiang's business, explained the reason, and asked Xing'er to re-make up her face before leaving.

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, Qiangwei ran over in confusion and asked in a sobbing voice, "What happened? I vaguely heard some fighting and crying. Could it be because of you holding the sword today..."

Cheng Songan patted her hands and reassured her.

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inside the hall.

Cui Yuanqing kowtowed again: "Grandson thanks you very much, grandmother."

Old Madam Yu was still a little angry: "She was just a child back then, so what? You have been venting your anger on her all these years, and you think I don't know? I kept her because I like this child, it has nothing to do with you."

Cui Yuanqing fell to the ground and said in pain, "My grandson will never mention the Xue family's affairs again. I only ask Yun Dai to stay with me."