Mother, I have returned to the throne.

After talking with the fat man for a long time, Song Yuan returned to his palace in the afternoon.

However, as soon as he arrived at the backup, Song Yuan heard some fiddling.

Look closely.

I saw Situ Jing practicing in the yard, his fists dancing with great vigor.

Such details made Song Yuan's eyes light up, and the problem he had been pondering for a long time was solved.

I finally understand what this tigress likes.

People who love martial arts cannot live without two treasures.

Just like Lu Bu back then, even though he was a dragon among men, he still had to bow down for the Red Hare.

A thousand-mile horse and a golden armor have always been the greatest pursuits of heroes.

Although Situ Jing is a woman, she is still a warrior after all, so it is not surprising that she has such thoughts.

As for war horses, it is indeed difficult to get them with Song Yuan's current resources.

Even the horses his men rode were funded by the dynasty, so where could he find the so-called thousand-mile horses?

However, the golden armor was not a difficult task for Song Yuan.

The forging technology of the Qin Dynasty was originally stronger than that of other countries. In addition to his own status, if he really wanted to, wouldn't he be able to choose from all kinds of armor in the national treasury?

Thinking of this, Song Yuan smiled and made up his mind immediately.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be held in two days. I will take this opportunity to ask my father for a few sets of armor.

When the golden armor is put on her, the tigress in the family will surely change her attitude.

While Song Yuan was thinking, Situ Jing had stopped practicing and walked calmly to Song Yuan with a towel in his hand.

Situ Jing was originally smiling, but as a fragrant breeze rushed into her nose, her face suddenly darkened.

This smell clearly came from Song Yuan. As a woman, how could Situ Jing not understand what it meant?

The good mood immediately vanished, and when he looked at Song Yuan again, there was obviously more anger in his pupils.

As the princess, Situ Jing said with a forced smile, "Wang Yi's nature is really hard to change. He has already brought the courtesan home, but now he still has to go out every day!"

"I just wonder which brothel the prince is going to today to have some fun? I'm a little curious. He's going to the border in a month or so. How many sisters can he bring back with him?"

Situ Jing's words made her jealous.

Faced with such harsh emotions, even the servants beside them couldn't help but shudder.

It seems that the prince has made the princess angry again.

Tonight, there will probably be another round of ghost howling in their courtyard!

"What? You are so concerned about this matter, are you jealous again?" Song Yuan was stunned for half a second, and immediately realized that this was a misunderstanding.

The fragrance on my body is all due to soap.

But he was too lazy to explain, and instead took the opportunity to tease Situ Jing.

"I suddenly realized that my beloved concubine seems to be jealous all the time recently. Why, do you care about me so much?"

"I bother!"

Situ Jing rolled her eyes in annoyance, and found Song Yuan's words a little funny.

"I care about you? Even if you hang out in brothels every day and break your waist, I won't care about you at all!"

"Alright, alright, you know in your heart whether you care or not!"

Seeing Situ Jing's hypocritical look, Song Yuan felt a little funny in his heart. In order to prevent the misunderstanding from deepening, he stood up and took out a wooden box from behind him.

"Don't think I don't know why you said that. Maybe it's because of the fragrance on me, right?"

"But you've wronged me this time. My fragrance isn't from the brothel, it's all because of this thing!"

As he spoke, Song Yuan handed over the wooden box, which contained the latest batch of soap.

Song Yuan's approach was naturally different. This was high-end stuff that he had instructed Fatty Zhao to prepare in advance.

These soaps contain valuable spices, originally intended to distinguish their value and specifically to pick the best ones.

In order to curry favor with his leader, Fatty Zhao specially gave him two boxes before leaving.

Now Song Yuan's attempt to offer a gift to Buddha happens to explain the previous misunderstanding.

"what is this?"

With a vigilant look on her face, Situ Jing came forward, raised her nose, and immediately detected a familiar smell.

Thinking about what Song Yuan said, Situ Jing realized the misunderstanding. However, she always said one thing and meant another. Even though she knew she was wrong, she still spoke to Song Yuan.

"You're not trying to curry favor with me with this, are you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and open it first!"

After Song Yuan's repeated insistence, Situ Jing reluctantly took the wooden box.

The moment you open the box, a fragrant breeze blows towards you.

Looking inside the wooden box, square objects are neatly stacked together.

Why haven’t I seen this thing before?

What is the secret behind this?

"What on earth is this?" Situ Jing stretched his neck and asked curiously.

A hint of pride flashed in Song Yuan's eyes.

Never seen it?

See how I'm going to shock you this time!

As he spoke, Song Yuan came forward and picked up a bar of soap: "This thing is specially used for bathing. Wait, I'll show you how to use it!"

Song Yuan waved his hand and asked the servant to bring a basin of water.

After soaking his hands, he applied soap and rubbed them to clean them, then put his palms to Situ Jing's nose.

Situ Jing's eyes suddenly lit up when she sensed a fresh scent!

"I'll consider this a favor you gave me. Since you're kind enough to do that, I'll forgive you for what happened just now!"

Situ Jing's brows relaxed and he immediately smiled. At the same time, he waved his hand and gave instructions to his guards.

"Come, take this soap back to the Zhenbei Palace and give one box to my mother so she can try it out!"

The subordinate took the wooden box and looked quite embarrassed.

After all, whether or not to send anything as a gift in this palace depends at least on the prince's opinion.

Although Situ Jing's words were light, if he offended the prince because of this, he, a servant, would have his head chopped off.

Seeing the guards looking at him eagerly, Song Yuan couldn't help but pat his head.

I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha, but I forgot all the details. How come I forgot my mother-in-law?

"Well...you can keep this box of soap for now! Give me half a day, and I'll prepare a few more and send them to Mom and the others, how about that?"

"After all, there's only one box here, and there are many women in the mansion. How can we get enough to share? I'll prepare everything by then and make sure no one is left out. I can't lose face in any way, right?"

Song Yuan successfully resolved the embarrassment with just a few words.

Noticing Song Yuan's attentiveness, Situ Jing's mood immediately improved a lot.

Recalling the conversation between the two yesterday, the old lady suddenly waved her hand and said, "For the sake of the soap you gave me, I'll write off what I owed you!"

How could Song Yuan have imagined that there would be such an unexpected surprise?

It turns out this girl isn't that hard to fool.

A box of soap, can that write it off?

It’s a pity that I had been thinking about this before!

"I was originally thinking of giving you a set of golden armor... but I didn't expect you to be dismissed so easily. Now look what you say, should I give you the golden armor or not?"

With a smile on his face, Song Yuan started teasingly.

Situ Jing frowned slightly: "Golden Armor is something that a general must have. Although I am a princess, I don't have the title of general. Even if you really give it to me, I dare not wear it!"

"You are my woman, what are you afraid of?" Compared to Situ Jing's worry, Song Yuan acted particularly domineering.

According to the ritual system of the Qin Dynasty, the so-called golden armor was not made entirely of gold.

Only the key parts are made of gold, and the surface is gilded.

This set of equipment is mainly used for ceremonial purposes.

And only generals with two or more bottles are eligible to wear it!

Although Situ Jing is a princess, even more so than a second-rank official, it is indeed a bit unreasonable for her to wear such an outfit.

But in Song Yuan's opinion, what does this matter?

I even dare to rebel. It’s just a set of armor. What’s wrong with wearing it?

"Don't worry, we're heading to the border soon. At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, I'll ask my father for a reward. Since we're about to part, how could he refuse to give it?"

Song Yuan saw some desire in Situ Jing's eyes.

He immediately spoke to comfort her.

Under Song Yuan's continuous attacks, Situ Jing also silently accepted such statements. At the end, his eyes lit up and he spoke with a hopeful look on his face.

"Then let's make a deal. I'm waiting for the golden armor you mentioned!"

By then, I will be wearing golden armor and holding a Tang sword.

How majestic would that be?

"There is no problem with this matter!" Having satisfied the princess, Song Yuan suddenly had an idea.

I've finally served you well, shouldn't you agree to some of my conditions?

"In consideration of my behavior, Princess, should you come back to my room with me tonight?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Situ Jing's face flushed instantly. Without thinking, she immediately refused.

"Don't mess around! I just got my period yesterday. How could I allow a prince like you to be contaminated with such filthy aura?"

you fart!

Faced with such a far-fetched explanation, Song Yuan's face was filled with grief and indignation.

You were jumping up and down like a monkey just now.

Why didn’t you think about your period just now?

What decent woman could be so lively during her period?

Even if you are just trying to be perfunctory with me, can you at least find a suitable reason?

The more Song Yuan thought about it, the angrier he became.

Others party every night after getting married.

Not only did he get scolded by this tigress when he got married, but now even sleeping in the same room with her is a luxury, let alone the bridal chamber!

No, how can I bear this oppression?

Where there is oppression there must be resistance!

I have to stand up no matter what I say today. If a tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?

"As a couple, why should we worry about these details? Besides, when we get to the border, you'll be my personal guard. If you don't adapt now, what will happen if you're not used to it and something goes wrong?"

With just a few words, Song Yuan blocked Situ Jing's retreat.

A trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the tigress's face. After hesitating for a long time, she finally changed her words.

"Well, I can go back to my room, but if you dare to do anything wrong, I'll kill you, don't you believe it?"

Huh?

If you say so, we have to have a try tonight!

How can you feel at ease with the person next to you if you haven’t slept with him/her?

If I ask you to be my personal bodyguard, you have to stick closely to me!

Song Yuan immediately made up his mind that he must take it down in one fell swoop that night.

Silly girl, stop resisting.

The more you resist, the more excited I am.

I'm going to eat you tonight!

Jesus can’t keep him either!