After being divorced, she overturned the capital and seized the empress's position!

Having been rebuffed outside, Song Yao turned and went to the Rose Courtyard with a cold expression. Yuan Fuling quickly went up to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

In front of Yuan Fuling, Song Yao never hid anything and finally revealed her true colors.

She gritted her teeth and said, "It's all because Shen Ruyun took my dowry and refused to give it to me in order to curry favor with Yuehua Pavilion."

Speaking of the whole story, Yuan Fuling naturally stood on Song Yao's side: "The princess is currently very popular, and even your father and grandmother have to avoid her. Don't confront the princess head-on before you get married. Wait until you have a firm foothold before you do so."

Song Yao thought about it and agreed, so she stopped arguing and smiled, "Fortunately, my elder brother promised to give me ten taels of dowry."

With the help of the household members, it wouldn't look too bad.

Yuan Fuling's smile deepened.

Winter arrived in the blink of an eye.

A cold wind was blowing outside, making her feel chilly on her face. Song Yue shivered, got up and went into the courtyard. She sat down by the window next to Song Huan, and they practiced calligraphy together.

Song Huan sat upright. Her demeanor had changed considerably in the past few months at Yuehua Pavilion. Even Tao Shi praised her, saying that she was indeed a nanny from the palace, and her methods were extraordinary.

After practicing calligraphy, Yun Dong asked, "What would you two ladies like to eat for lunch? The princess just sent word that we have guests at the manor this morning, so I won't be able to keep you company."

"Who has come?" Song Yue asked in surprise.

Yun Dong said, "It is a young lady from a collateral branch of the Song family, along with three young masters sent by the clan. The princess has set aside a courtyard and a school for the three young masters to live in, and they come to pay their respects on the first and fifteenth of each month."

"What do girls from collateral branches do?" Song Huan asked, her eyes wide.

Yun Dong shook her head in confusion, and Zhang Mama replied, "It's prepared for the Han family."

Song Yue suddenly realized that Han Feng and Song Yao's affair had come to an end, but her mother was unwilling to give up on Han Feng and arranged another marriage for him, which was also a way of indirectly promoting Han Feng.

"I understand, Auntie is going to play matchmaker." Song Huan grinned. Having been under Princess Jia Hua's nose for so long, she understood the other party's temperament and had changed from being afraid to being at ease.

She knew that her aunt was a reasonable person.

Granny Zhang nodded: "Fourth Miss guessed correctly."

Song Huan laughed even harder and whispered in Song Yue's ear, "Yesterday, Aunt Yuan went to my mother and asked her to prepare some dowry for Second Sister. She was scolded by my mother. The whole mansion knows that Aunt Yuan has gone to great lengths to prepare a dowry for Second Sister."

Song Yue was completely unaware of this matter.

How could Yuan Fuling not have any savings after living in the mansion for so many years?

Tao had always disliked Yuan Fuling, so it was no wonder she wouldn't give her a single penny.

"But I don't know where my eldest brother got ten dowry items for my second sister," Song Huan said. After saying that, she immediately covered her mouth, annoyed at herself for speaking so quickly. She looked nervously at Song Yue.

Song Yue smiled and said, "He is him, and I am me. I can give it to whomever I want."

She had long since given up hope on Song Hengchuan.

As the two chatted, greetings came from outside. Granny Zhang craned her neck to look, walked over, and then turned back to look behind her: "Third Miss, Fourth Miss, it's Miss Lin."

Miss Lin, Song Lin, is a sixteen-year-old legitimate daughter from a collateral branch. She entered the door with proper manners and smiled at the two women, saying, "Third sister, fourth sister."

The two were somewhat unfamiliar with Song Lin, but Song Lin seemed gentle and approachable, and the group quickly became acquainted.

Song Lin presented each person with a gift, a set of valuable jewelry.

Song Yue glanced at it and said, "Sister Lin, you've gone to so much trouble."

"Not at all, I'm glad you don't mind, Third Sister." Song Lin smiled gently, stayed to talk for a while, and then went to greet the others.

After saying hello, Song Lin turned and left.

"This Sister Lin is really generous." Song Huan touched the red gold jewelry in the brocade box; it was heavy and had a certain weight to it.

This gold hairpin is indeed too extravagant.

Granny Zhang said, "Not every girl necessarily has it."

Sure enough, the maid quickly found out what the others had given. Song Yao received four hand-embroidered purses, each corresponding to one of the four seasons.

What was given to the old lady was a Ganoderma lucidum.

The Tao family possessed four bolts of shimmering brocade.

Song Yue smiled. This Song Lin was quite a character; no wonder her mother had chosen her.

Song Lin was married at the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. Princess Jiahua specially chose a courtyard for Song Lin and generously prepared a lavish dowry, showing her great respect.

Anyone who didn't know better would think it was the Duke of Jingguo's daughter getting married.

When the Han family came to fetch the bride, Princess Jia Hua personally oversaw the procession, escorting Song Lin step by step to Han Feng's hands.

Han Feng was quite emotional today, tightly holding the red silk ribbon. Before marrying Song Lin, Princess Jia Hua had specially sent someone to deliver Song Lin's name and portrait to Han Feng.

The marriage was only finalized after Han Feng personally confirmed it.

Song Lin is gentle, generous, and understanding, much better than Song Yao. Moreover, thanks to Princess Jia Hua's schemes, Han Feng has not only cleared his name but has also begun to make a name for himself in the capital.

This gradually rekindled Han Feng's previously dormant spirit.

“You are the person I have chosen. How could my judgment be wrong?” Princess Jiahua smiled confidently.

The matchmaker urged, "Groom, the auspicious time is almost here, let's go."

Han Feng bid farewell to Princess Jia Hua.

The wedding procession left the Duke of Jingguo's mansion amidst the banging and clanging of the procession.

No one dared to cause trouble during the event, and the wedding proceeded very smoothly.

Next, Princess Jiahua sent Song Yue and Song Huan to the school together, ostensibly to help them bond with the three young masters.

Seeing that the mansion had set up a school, which was quite large and had even hired famous teachers to teach, Song Hengchuan could no longer sit still and was so angry that he threw a tantrum in the courtyard.

"I thought it was just talk, but they actually brought in these shady characters and want to replace me!" Song Hengchuan said angrily, panting heavily.

No one dared to offer any advice.

Even Shen Ruyun only frowned when she saw it, turned around and left without offering a single word of comfort.

The maid couldn't help but advise, "Young Madam, isn't the princess completely abandoning the eldest son by doing this? What will you do in the future?"

Shen Ruyun shook her head fearlessly. The princess had already promised her that she would grant her future child a title, and that was enough.

"Let him be."

If you can't figure things out yourself, don't blame others for treating you the same way.

It's unclear whether Song Hengchuan has finally seen the light, but he started frequently visiting Yuehua Pavilion to pay his respects. Sometimes he would even wait for Song Yue on her way to school, bringing her some unusual trinkets or food.

But Song Yue ignored him and pulled Song Huan to walk a few steps faster.

"Third sister, I know I was confused before. How about I make it up to you in the future?" Song Hengchuan said with a smile.

Song Yue raised an eyebrow, staring intently into the other person's eyes, where countless grudges were clearly hidden.

"What do you want from me?" Song Hengchuan asked with a guilty expression and a low voice, "How can anything sent by our clansmen compare to the bond of blood?"

Seeing Song Hengchuan feigning pitifulness, Song Yue found it amusing. If someone hadn't threatened Song Hengchuan's position, he would never have come to apologize.

Before Song Yue could speak, the butler rushed past her, and perhaps because he was in such a hurry, he tripped at the threshold.

The commotion attracted the attention of several people.

"What happened?" Song Hengchuan asked.

The steward said, "Outside, a group of people are kneeling outside the door, demanding an explanation from the princess."

Upon hearing this, Song Yue frowned deeply: "What kind of talk is that?"

"A few days ago, the princess killed many guards at the entrance of Yuehua Pavilion. Those guards were all law-abiding citizens. Their families came to the door, and there are still many coffins piled up outside." The steward was almost scared to death when he opened the door.

The group quickly got up and went outside to look. Sure enough, they saw hundreds of people kneeling outside the door, all dressed in mourning clothes, covering their mouths and weeping bitterly.

The oldest was at least eighty years old, and the youngest was being held in someone's arms.

A large number of onlookers had already gathered around.

"Princess, you've taken lives so lightly! Give me back my husband!"

"And my son."

"Taking human life seriously!"

The people kneeling all shouted in unison.

"Song Yue!" Song Yao appeared from behind without warning. She said angrily, "This whole thing started because of you. You should apologize right now, or you'll ruin the reputation of our Duke's Mansion."

Song Yao felt disgusted. She was getting married in a few days, and now this was causing such a stir. It was really bad luck.