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

"I remember it all very clearly: at the Shen family banquet, Song Mao forced the Third Miss to admit her mistake in order to protect the Second Miss Song."

"Selfish and heartless, it's no wonder the princess is heartbroken."

"Luckily, he's not my biological child."

As one derogatory remark after another reached his ears, Song Mao's face turned pale and then flushed. He gritted his teeth and said, "I was also deceived back then, but the princess never gave me a kind look. Now that her own son has returned, she's throwing a grand banquet and making such a big fuss. Isn't this all just for show?"

"Mao-ge'er!" Fan Lianyi panicked and quickly tugged at Song Mao's sleeve: "Don't talk nonsense."

Song Mao's eyes reddened with anger, and he said recklessly, "For the past thirteen years, I have been the subject of gossip in the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. I have never even seen my own mother. I finally managed to bring her back, but she is unwilling to cooperate with my wedding ceremony. I am still a child, what wrong have I done?"

Song Mao had been keeping these words in his heart for a long time, and today he was going to take this opportunity to expose Princess Jia Hua's hypocrisy.

"Ever since you came back, you haven't given me a single kind word. You only know how to pamper Song Yue. Have you ever thought that I was also a child who grew up step by step? Don't you owe me anything?"

Song Mao shouted in a hoarse voice.

Song Yue could only frown upon hearing this. How could there be such shameless people in the world? She tried to move, but Princess Jia Hua held her down.

"Are you finished?" Princess Jiahua asked back.

Song Mao, with great emotion, shed tears, his eyes red as he looked at Princess Jia Hua with a wronged expression.

Princess Jiahua cleared her throat: "You were already seven years old when you came to the Duke's mansion. You were old enough to remember things. You took my son's place without a care in the world and enjoyed wealth and luxury for thirteen years. My youngest daughter was almost burned to death in the other courtyard. She was starving and cold. What's wrong with me protecting her more after I came back?"

"On the day I returned to the manor, it happened to be your wedding day. I ask you, how did you treat me when I, your own mother, was present?"

Princess Jiahua angrily rebuked: "You sit in the main hall, and my seat has been taken by someone else. You remain indifferent. I didn't want to make things difficult for you, so I didn't pursue the matter. In the end, you even accused me first. For so many years, you have had no worries about food and clothing and have been taught by famous teachers. Have you ever thought about going to the other courtyard to see what kind of life your own sister is living? You recognize the enemy as your mother, protect your half-sister, draw your sword against your own sister, and open your mouth to slander. Isn't this the truth?"

"If I had not found my son today, I would never have allowed such an ungrateful and shameless person as you to inherit the Duke's mansion!"

Princess Jia Hua had kept these words to herself for a long time.

She laughed: "When I learned that you were not my biological child, I was overjoyed and grateful that God had been kind to me."

These words are absolutely devastating.

The reason I look down on Song Mao has nothing to do with whether he's my biological son or not; it's because Song Mao has character flaws.

Song Mao's face turned deathly pale.

"You monopolized my dowry and bullied my younger sister. I have tolerated you countless times."

“But she’s just a woman, how can she compare to me?” Song Mao blurted out the question.

Princess Jia Hua sneered repeatedly: "Still so stubborn! You're beyond saving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, news came from outside that Prince Jing had arrived.

The crowd quickly made way for them.

A man in a black robe, whose face bore a striking resemblance to Princess Jia Hua, approached step by step. His expression was tense, and anger surfaced in his gentle eyes.

"This is Prince Jing!"

"As expected of the princess's eldest son, he is indeed handsome. Just standing there is enough to make everyone else pale in comparison."

Song Mao stood there. He had always been proud of his appearance and had always wanted to compare himself with Song Zhen. But as soon as Song Zhen appeared, Song Mao knew he had lost.

It has nothing to do with identity.

Song Zhen's every move exuded elegance and nobility, the air of a refined young nobleman.

As for appearance, Song Zhen is extremely good-looking and stands out from the crowd.

"Mother," Song Zhen called out, cupping her hands in greeting.

Princess Jia Hua personally helped the person up, saying, "My son, there's no need for such formalities."

Song Zhen straightened up, his gaze level with Song Mao's.

One is like the bright moon in the sky, gentle and elegant, while the other is furious and like a clown; they are simply incomparable.

“You…” Song Mao was about to speak when Song Zhen ignored him.

Song Zhen's gaze fell on Song Kaifeng.

When Song Kaifeng saw Song Zhen, he was not happy, but looked like he had seen a ghost.

"It's not surprising that people look alike. How can the princess be so sure that this is her own son? Don't let it turn out that she's mistaken again." Song Mao snorted.

Princess Jia Hua looked at Song Mao with venomous eyes, which made Song Mao's legs go weak. He subconsciously took two steps back and muttered fearlessly, "I was just reminding the princess. After all, the princess didn't realize I wasn't her biological son back then."

Song Zhen smiled slightly: "I started my education at the age of three. My mother personally taught me the Four Books and Five Classics. When I was four, I was naughty and fell off a rockery, leaving a scar on my arm."

He lifted his sleeve, and sure enough, there was a crescent-shaped mark on his slender arm.

The old lady exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, it is indeed a crescent moon mark."

Song Zhen continued, "When I was six years old, I entered school and was taught by the head teacher. The first article I wrote was about parting."

Song Zhen's gaze fell on Song Kaifeng: "You said that it's not a good thing for a young child to be so worried, and advised me to be more magnanimous. When I was seven years old, my mother left the mansion. I knelt in the Moyuxuan for three days and three nights, begging you not to send my third sister away. You found a Taoist priest who said that my third sister's fate was unfortunate and extremely difficult to raise. She needed to be sent away from the mansion to be raised. You had someone pull me out and lock me up. I was worried, so I crawled out of the dog hole and followed her all the way, taking my third sister away from the other courtyard. I was caught, and you made me kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole month to wear down my character. I talked back to you, and you believed Yuan Shi's words and wanted to send me to the other courtyard. It was Aunt Han who pleaded for me, so I was allowed to stay in the mansion for the time being. But later, I fell ill."

With each word Song Zhen uttered, Song Kaifeng's face darkened, and Princess Jiahua behind him felt her heart bleed.

Song Yue felt a lump in her throat; her brother had done so much for her at such a young age.

Suddenly, Song Zhen lifted her hem, revealing her left leg, where a scar as thick as a baby's arm was clearly visible, causing Song Kaifeng's pupils to shrink.

Princess Jia Hua cried with heartache: "What, what happened?"

“He personally burned me with the candlelight from the ancestral hall to force me to admit my mistake,” Song Zhen said.

"What!" Princess Jia Hua gasped.

Song Zhen pulled Princess Jia Hua back: "Mother, I regret it. I shouldn't have talked back to him. If I had controlled my temper, my sister wouldn't have suffered so much when I was more independent. I failed to protect my sister."

Song Yue could no longer hold back. She rushed forward and hugged Song Zhen's arm: "Big brother, I don't blame you. Waaah, it's good that you're back."

Her older brother, who is so young, has already done so much for her.

A group of people behind him listened and shed tears.

"He's utterly despicable, tormenting his own two children like this for the sake of a concubine."

"If anyone ever says that Prince Jing is unfilial, I will be the first to disbelieve it."

"What use is a biological father like that?"

Song Kaifeng's face turned ashen from the accusations. He looked up at Song Zhen and saw the mockery in the other's eyes. He finally understood.

Song Zhen said all this today to let everyone know about the past and to distance himself from her.

Otherwise, with the pressure of filial piety, Song Zhen's disobedience would be considered a great disrespect.

But things are different now. Even if Song Zhen is unfilial, it is still understandable.

“You…” Song Kaifeng’s breathing became rapid.

Song Zhen put down his robe, gently stroked Song Yue's dark hair, his eyes full of doting: "Fortunately, we all came back safe and sound, Yue, from now on I will spoil you."

Song Yue sniffed. She no longer needed to secretly envy Song Yao; she too had an older brother who loved her.

"it is good."

Seeing her children embracing, Princess Jiahua felt both gratified and heartbroken. Her sharp gaze fell on Song Kaifeng, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

"Tell me, am I real or fake?" Song Zhen asked Song Mao in return.

Song Maoze looked at Song Kaifeng.

Song Kaifeng looked away guiltily, but he was absolutely certain that Song Zhen was Song Hengchuan!

"When my mother returned to the capital, Consort Shen was critically ill, and news was blocked. By the time we learned of the news, the Eighth Prince had already come to pick us up, which caused the delay," Song Zhen explained.

Princess Jiahua shook her head: "I know you are a good child. The Prince Shen's mansion has been kind to you, and this is only right."