The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

When they arrived, everyone was speechless with astonishment at Song Wenjun's wealth.

There were eight servants and maids.

Every piece of jewelry she wore was incredibly expensive; any one of them could rival the entire collection of Song Wenhui's jewelry.

"Mother, is she...is she Song Wenjun?" Even though she already knew who the person in front of her was, Song Wenhui just refused to believe it.

Why should Song Wenjun live such a luxurious life, while she and her mother still have to live under someone else's roof?

Everything Song Wenjun possessed clearly belonged to her.

Madam Gao's heart sank, and she said sarcastically, "If it's not her, then who else could it be? She's really made something of herself, becoming the wife of a marquis and not even recognizing her aunt."

"Jinshu, it's outrageous of you to call her over like this," Uncle Song said angrily, adopting the airs of an elder.

Song Jinshu looked embarrassed. The people who came to take Song Wenjun back to the mansion today were the old Marquis's men.

He had set up such a grand display to give Song Wenjun a lot of face; if he were to go and stop her, it would probably put Song Wenjun in a difficult position.

With so many people watching, it's really against the rules.

Just as Song Jinshu was in a dilemma, Song Wenjun walked towards them.

Not only was she adorned with jewels, but even her maids and servants were all dressed in fine clothes.

Standing in front of Uncle Song's family, they looked like country bumpkins in comparison.

When Song Wenhui saw that the maids' clothes were more expensive than her own, her face turned green.

"Greetings, Second Uncle and Second Aunt," Song Wenjun said respectfully as she stepped forward without any airs.

The two who were just moments ago so arrogant suddenly became like wilted eggplants, unable to utter a single word.

Song Wenjun's imposing manner made them feel guilty.

"It's really unfortunate that I'm in a hurry to return to my residence and can't host a welcome dinner for my second uncle and aunt. How about this, I'll send someone over in a couple of days to personally pick you up and take you to stay at the Marquis's residence for a while. What do you think, my second uncle and aunt?" Song Wenjun asked with a smile.

Uncle Song and Madam Gao were overjoyed. The Marquis's mansion! They had never been to the Marquis's mansion in their lives.

If even a wealthy merchant like Song Jinshu's mansion is this big, one can only imagine how wealthy the Marquis's mansion must be.

The two of them immediately replied, "Yes, yes, that's great."

"Then Wenjun will take her leave first." After saying this, Song Wenjun glanced at Min Shi, whose lips were tightly pursed, barely able to suppress her smile.

People like Uncle Song and Lady Gao are people that Song Wenjun has to deal with.

Just now, these two were clamoring for Song Wenjun to come see them, but now that she's here, they're like mice seeing a cat, not daring to utter a single word.

Surrounded by servants, Song Wenjun left the mansion and boarded the carriage to return home.

After she left, the yard suddenly felt much more spacious.

The oppressive feeling all over my body also disappeared.

Song Wenhui felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, and her voice lacked confidence: "Who wants to live in her mansion?"

"Wenhui." Madam Gao pulled her aside and said in a low voice, "Don't be silly. Whether you can marry into a good family really depends on Song Wenjun's help. You've seen how wealthy she is. If you can also marry into a marquis's or general's family, wouldn't you never have to worry about food and clothing in the future? Your mother can also benefit from your good fortune."

"With my beauty, it's just a matter of beckoning hands." Song Wenhui boasted of her extraordinary beauty and looked down on ordinary men in the capital.

If she's going to marry, she wants to marry the best.

Madam Gao patted the back of her hand and said excitedly, "That's right, my daughter could even become an imperial concubine."

These words made Song Wenhui overjoyed.

Song Jinshu listened to their conversation and couldn't help but feel worried.

They're like radishes and potatoes in the market, everywhere. How dare they become imperial concubines? How can they be so shameless?

Min, on the other hand, kept her eyes downcast and smiled faintly.

"Sister-in-law, what's with that expression? Do you think I'm not fit to be an imperial concubine?" Song Wenhui said arrogantly.

"No, Wenhui is naturally beautiful. What man wouldn't be attracted to her?"

Hearing her say that, Song Wenhui laughed: "I am famous for my beauty in our area. If Song Wenjun can be the wife of a marquis, I can certainly be too, and even better than her."

Min: "..."

Ha ha.

In the evening, a large table of food and wine was prepared at the mansion. Song Wenhui was picky again, complaining that some dishes were not tasty and others were too greasy.

As a result, he ate two large bowls of rice and even burped.

When it was time to sleep, she started acting up again, pointing at the pillow on the bed with a dissatisfied look: "I'm used to using silk at home, what is this that looks so rough?"

Upon hearing this, the maidservant serving her looked surprised and replied, "Miss, this is kesi (silk tapestry). A skilled embroiderer can only weave one inch of silk in a month. A pillow like this would take more than a year to make, and it is truly priceless."

"What?" Song Wenhui hurriedly picked up the pillow to examine it closely, but she didn't understand kesi (silk tapestry) and couldn't tell the difference.

All I know is that this pillow is very expensive, worth a fortune.

She awkwardly put the pillow down, unwilling to admit that she didn't know its value, and said in a forced tone, "Of course I know this is kesi (silk tapestry), but I prefer satin. Hurry up and change it for me."

"Yes, this servant will go and change it for Miss right away."

Song Wenhui was secretly shocked. How could these seemingly insignificant items be so expensive?

She'll have to be more careful in the future and make sure she doesn't show any weakness.

The little maidservant imitated Song Wenhui's seductive act from Madam Min. After listening, Madam Min chuckled and said, "It's like a pheasant flying into a phoenix's nest, yet still trying to pretend to be a peacock. This cousin is both vulgar and ill-mannered. She'll suffer in the future."

She was already annoyed by her after just one day, and just wanted Song Wenjun to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Otherwise, given her temper, she would probably kick them out.

Three days later, Song Jinshu prepared to head south.

Before leaving, he repeatedly instructed that Mrs. Min must treat her second uncle's family well.

Min agreed verbally, but as soon as he left, she sent a message to Song Wenjun.

Song Wenjun acted quickly, sending someone to pick her up at noon.

When Uncle Song and Madam Min heard that someone from the Marquis's residence had come to pick them up, they were so happy that they immediately changed their clothes and prepared some gifts.

Then he took Song Wenhui and headed towards the Marquis's residence.

In order to outdo Song Wenjun, Song Wenhui dressed up carefully.

She was covered in jewelry, looking just like a peacock spreading its tail.

She felt she outshone everyone, but in Min's eyes she was just a pig with a scallion stuck in its nose, putting on airs.

A refined demeanor is something that cannot be learned by anyone, especially the elegance and nobility that Song Wenjun possessed in her bones—that was something that could only be acquired through immense wealth.

Song Wenhui was a merchant girl from a humble family; how could she possibly know these things?

Upon arriving at the gate of the Marquis's residence, the group disembarked from the carriage.

Song Wenhui was almost blinded by the magnificent and imposing Marquis's mansion. Her heart pounded wildly, and she couldn't help but take two steps forward.

But she was stopped by a steward-like man: "You daring, lowly servant! Your master hasn't even come out yet, and you dare to walk in front of him? You have no manners at all."