Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 710 It's Impossible to Like You in This Life (1)
After marrying into Prince An's mansion for more than ten years, Concubine An has not been able to give birth to an heir. This is an untouchable pain hidden deep in her heart.

In the past, King An's indifference to her was mostly due to this reason, and Wang An's rare change in attitude later was also because behind her was the Guangling Marquis Mansion, which was evenly matched with Wuding Marquis Mansion.

So even though An Wang's tenderness these days is just acting, she doesn't allow anyone to destroy the beauty of this forced pretend.

As soon as Pei Jin finished speaking, King An's complexion became very ugly. He crushed a teacup with his bare hands, splashed the tea, and scratched his fingers with broken porcelain pieces.

Princess An was shocked, and quickly got up from the ground and took out Spa to wipe the blood on Wang An's hands, but was pushed away by him again.

King An didn't look at her again, and stared at Pei Jin with raging eyes, as if he would burn him to ashes before giving up.

Pei Jin didn't take it seriously at Wang An's vicious gaze, and drank cup after cup of tea handed by the maid. He drank a lot of wine last night, and now he was already hungry.

But it seems that the breakfast in Prince An's Mansion tastes not very good.

Thinking of this, Pei Jin curled his lips slightly, closed his clothes and stood up slowly, "His Royal Highness, don't look at me with such eyes, otherwise I will think you hate my sister, change your orientation and want to blaspheme yourself brother-in-law."

King An rushed forward, and was about to ask someone to summon the prime minister to come in, but he heard Pei Jin raise his eyebrows and said: "As for the matter of Zuo Qiuling, if His Highness King An is willing to publicize it, then he will help Zi'an to publicize it. Now that everyone in the world knows it, it is logical for me to marry that third young lady."

"You!" Even Wang An, who was always steady, couldn't help but distort his face in anger after hearing these words.

This person is really not good at oil and salt!
Pei Jin ignored King An who was about to eat people in the front hall and Princess An who was terrified, and walked out of Prince An's mansion leisurely.

All the way out of the gate unimpeded, and sure enough, I saw the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion parked outside.

Pei Jin deliberately walked over to say hello, "Long time no see, Prime Minister, did you have breakfast before you got old?"

Both the Guanglinghou's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion are members of King An's party. Although Pei Jin never participated in their plans, he is the eldest son of the Guanglinghou's mansion after all. Therefore, even if the prime minister is not satisfied with this eldest son, he still has to rely on the Marquis of Guangling. Treat him with three points of politeness.

At this moment, for the first time ever, he heard Pei Jin say hello to him. After a moment of surprise, the prime minister opened the curtain and looked outside, wanting to confirm whether he had heard it wrong just now.

What catches the eye is Pei Jin's picturesque eyebrows stained with a smile, the prime minister was taken aback again, and then forced the corners of his mouth, "Will Prince Pei come to Prince An's Mansion?"

If he remembered correctly, Pei Jin and Concubine An had a bad relationship since they were young. Until the day Concubine An got married, Pei Jin never called her sister, let alone came to Prince An's mansion.

Presumably this is the first time.

But the smile on Pei Jin's face was so weird that people wanted to tear his handsome face to see what was hidden behind it.

"Isn't the prime minister here too?" Pei Jin's smile deepened, "It's really a fate, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The prime minister glanced at Pei Jin inexplicably, and then frowned slightly, always feeling that there was an indescribable weirdness in this person's words and deeds today.

However, Pei Jin had already walked away under the gaze of the prime minister. Such a carefree and melodious appearance could not be connected with the rumored gentleness at all.

"Prime Minister, His Highness Wang An invites you to enter the mansion." The eunuch of An Wang Mansion whispered an invitation from outside.

(End of this chapter)