Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Sun had never felt so nervous before. She finally plucked up the courage to walk up and talk to Song Zhi, but Song Zhi simply ignored her and walked past her.

At that moment, Sun felt a pain in her heart like a needle stabbing her.

She suddenly understood the pain Song Zhi had suffered from being ignored for so many years.

Song Yang patted her shoulder and said, "This is your own fault. Don't force her."

Sun turned around and leaned on Song Yang's shoulder, crying, "My daughter, my daughter."

……

Song Zhi originally thought that after this incident, Song Yang would at least stop thinking about arranging a marriage for her for a few days.

But that night, Song Yang asked the maid to take the remaining portraits into Qingfengyuan.

"Look, my child! This guy is a student from Qingshan Academy. The teachers there speak highly of him. I think he's very likely to be the top scorer in the imperial examination next year."

"Dad~"

Song Zhi's tone was helpless. She really wanted to tell Song Yang directly that she liked Mu Nanqi, but the time was not right. Firstly, she had not yet won Mu Nanqi over, and secondly, his identity and situation as the third prince would make him worried.

Song Yang said earnestly, "A daughter will eventually be betrothed to someone else when she grows up. The prince is not a good man. Dad is afraid that you will fall into the tiger's mouth."

Song Zhi held his hand to reassure him, "Dad, believe me, just like I believe in you."

The Song family is living in harmony, while the Eastern Palace is in chaos.

Ever since Mu Qinghan was confined to his bedroom, he had been feeling restless these past two days. And Song Yale kept wandering around in front of him with a bitter face.

At first he just pretended not to see it and was flirting with the two concubines. But Song Yale didn't know what was wrong with her and suddenly exploded and beat the two concubines in front of him, and scolded them for being vixens who only knew how to seduce men.

The person behind the two beautiful concubines was the queen. Knowing that Song Yale was now alone and had no one to rely on, she could not bear such grievances. Instead, she immediately wrestled with Song Yale without caring about her image.

The three of them fought back and forth, messing up her hair, tearing her clothes, and even almost accidentally hurting Mu Qinghan who was trying to stop them.

In the end, it was the maids and guards outside the door who heard the noise and went in to pull the people apart.

"Okay, okay, very good."

Mu Qinghan sat on the couch with his chest heaving violently with anger, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

He took the tea handed over by the maid and drank two sips. He pinched Anya Song's chin and said, "Have I been too indulgent to you recently, making you a little ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth?"

Anya Song’s hair hung down in a mess, her eyes were red, and for the first time she didn’t bow her head and surrender, “Why?”

Mu Qinghan frowned, "Why?"

Song Yale seemed crazy, "Why do you treat me like this? I gave up everything for you, why do you still want so many women?"

If it weren't for marrying him, she would still be the eldest daughter of the Song family, sought after by thousands of people.

She bet everything on him, but lost miserably.

She was really fed up with the considerate and humble attitude. All the grievances she had suffered during this period of time piled up together, like a taut string that suddenly broke. She just wanted to vent without hesitation and didn't care about anything else.

She finally saw through this man. All the vows of love and the romantic moments under the moonlight were based on the fact that she was also a daughter of the Song family.

The moment he knew that she was not the legitimate daughter of the Song family, she had become a dispensable useless child to him.

So he didn't care about her feelings or her situation at all, and even the lowly palace maids could catch his eyes.

Mu Qinghan sneered, "Didn't I offer you the position of Crown Princess? What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"But what's the use of such an empty frame for me?" Song Yale closed her eyes in pain, and a tear slid down from the corner of her eye.

What's the point of her coming here when she has the title of Crown Princess which is despised and ridiculed.

What she wanted was for him to treat her with respect and dignity, so that she could get the status and respect she deserved.

This was exactly what she had imagined at the beginning, otherwise why would she have gone to so much trouble to get this marriage.

"If you hadn't lied to me, you wouldn't have such an empty facade." Mu Qinghan pushed her away viciously.

If she hadn't interfered, he would have married Song Zhi smoothly, and things would never have come to this.

Anya Song fell to the ground in embarrassment. She propped herself up and raised her head with a chilling look, "Don't you have any love for me at all?"

Mu Qinghan looked disgusted.

As for my feelings for Anya Song, I did have some at the beginning.

After all, Song Yale was beautiful, and her talent was not fake, but this superficial feeling was eventually worn away by his repeated setbacks.

Even though he had lingered in her hibiscus tent every night in the past few days, he no longer had the same love for her as before.

He had been constantly regretting why he had been so impulsive as to break off the engagement with Song Zhi under her instigation.

"I am the Crown Prince, and will be the Emperor in the future. It is perfectly normal for me to have countless women around me. You are so jealous that it is really unbecoming. It seems you need to work on your character."

Mu Qinghan curled his lips gloomily and winked at the two concubines, who immediately walked over flatteringly.

Anya Song's face turned pale. Before she could speak, she heard Mu Qinghan say coldly, "If you don't want to see other women around me, then keep your eyes open and watch carefully until you see them."

There is a beautiful scene on the couch.

I don't know how long it took, but everything finally returned to calm.

Song Yale slumped on the ground with her head down, her messy hair scattered in front of her forehead, blocking her eyes and making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

Mu Qinghan hugged the two beautiful concubines with a satisfied look on his face. "You'd better behave yourself for me. I'll forgive you this time. If you dare to be so reckless next time, I will never tolerate it. Get out of here."

The two concubines smiled sweetly and covered their lips, "Your Highness, my sister is the Crown Princess. According to etiquette, we two concubines must see her off with courtesy."

Mu Qinghan snorted disdainfully, "She's just an orphan. If it weren't for me showing her favor, how could she be considered a Crown Princess? You two don't need to show respect to her in the future."

“Your Highness, if you say that, my sister will be sad.” The two of them looked at Song Yale provocatively.

Song Yale didn't react at all, as if she wasn't the one who rushed in and arrogantly slapped the two of them at the beginning.

She stood up tremblingly and walked out like a zombie.

Her eyes were lifeless, without a single tear in them.

"Why should she be sad? She's just being sentimental."

Mu Qinghan answered indifferently. Even though Song Yale walked far away, she could still hear bursts of giggles coming from inside.

She stopped and looked at the sky, and suddenly felt very cold.

It is already late spring, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, so why is it so cold?

She tightened her clothes and hugged her arms tremblingly.

"Crown Princess~"

Yaer followed behind and timidly asked, "Are you okay?"

She turned her head woodenly to look at Yaer, and it took her a long time to recognize that it was Yaer, the maid she brought with her to the East Palace as a dowry.

She asked, "Ya'er, are you cold?"

Yaer shook her head and said, "I'm not cold. If you are cold, I'll get you a hot water bottle right away."

"no need."

Anya Song continued to walk forward, "Do you think that I deserved this fate?"

Yaer suddenly knelt down, "I dare not."

Anya Song laughed self-deprecatingly, “Are you afraid of what I will do? In this huge East Palace, you are the only one who still treats me as the master.”

Yaer still shook her head, "Don't be sad, Princess. His Royal Highness is just angry today. He has you in his heart."

"Me?"

Anya Song shook her head and took a long breath, “I have nothing left, Yaer, do you dare to bet with me?”