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

Although the woman looked shy, her eyes were red at the corners, and she was looking at the old lady with tears in her eyes.

It felt like the joy of reuniting with long-lost relatives.

The old lady glanced at it, and her face slowly darkened.

She pleased countless people throughout her life; I dare not say anything else, but her eyes were exceptionally accurate in judging people.

She could clearly see who was being hypocritical and who was genuinely expressing their feelings.

A woman I've never met, I've never even seen her before, where did she get the tears?

The old lady remained calm and asked Shangguan Yu, "And who is this?"

The Prince of Nanyang then remembered Song Wenhui and hurriedly called her forward, saying, "Mother, she is my long-lost youngest daughter, Wenhui."

"Lost for many years?"

"This is a long story, I will tell my mother in detail when I return to the manor."

With many people watching outside, it was not appropriate to reveal Song Wenhui's identity yet. The Prince of Nanyang thought he would wait until the matter was investigated before announcing her background.

Upon hearing his words, Song Wenhui felt a pang of unease.

I thought she would naturally enter the royal palace and become a noble young lady.

Unexpectedly, the Prince of Nanyang did not publicly acknowledge her identity.

Moreover, seeing that the old lady's attitude towards her was not warm, and seeing a bunch of grandchildren behind her, she felt even colder.

It will be very difficult for her, as an illegitimate child, to gain a foothold in the Prince's mansion.

Only by pleasing this old lady can one truly gain a foothold in the Prince's mansion.

The Prince of Nanyang helped the old lady walk into the mansion. Song Wenhui followed behind them. Just as she was about to take a step, she saw a group of people crowding behind the old lady and pushing her aside.

Several young women turned back and gave her a disdainful smile, their expressions full of contempt.

Song Wenhui was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode, but she had no choice but to suppress her anger.

After the old lady entered the mansion, she pulled the Prince of Nanyang into the room to talk.

Song Wenhui was put to rest in a guest room, where servants served her tea and snacks, and no one else came.

When Song Chengfu entered the Prince's mansion, he felt as if there was gold everywhere, so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes.

The room contained a sandalwood screen with eight auspicious symbols, a cloisonné vase with gold floral and halberd-shaped handles, and a gilded incense burner with a dragon playing with a pearl. Any one of these items alone would be enough to feed him for more than ten years.

"Daughter, we've struck it rich!" Song Chengfu looked like he was buried in a treasure trove, his eyes glued to the view.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenhui's brow twitched, and she snapped, "Watch your mouth next time, or you'll let something slip."

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Chengfu quickly covered his mouth, looked around in lingering fear, and stepped forward to ask in a low voice, "What should we do from now on?"

Song Wenhui leaned back slightly, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, a smug look on her face: "From now on, this will be my home. I am a young lady of the Nanyang Prince's Mansion. If I win the favor of my father and the old lady, they might even make me a princess. Wouldn't that be better than going back to Qingzhou with you?"

"As long as we can live a life of wealth and luxury, I'd be willing to call him 'Dad' even if it meant you calling him 'Dad'."

Seeing Song Chengfu's greedy look, Song Wenhui rolled her eyes at him and said, "Can't you watch your words? This is the Prince's residence. You can't say such vulgar things again."

"Okay, okay, hehe."

The father and daughter smiled at each other, their minds filled with thoughts of wealth and glory, having long forgotten about the tragic death of Gao Shi.

Meanwhile, the appearance of Song Wenhui at the Nanyang Prince's Mansion caused quite a stir.

The old lady suppressed all these words, and no one was allowed to reveal them until Song Wenhui's identity was confirmed.

Even those within the manor were forbidden from discussing it privately.

She then summoned the Prince of Nanyang and his wife to her room and asked them for details.

"How did you manage to run into your daughter on your way back to the capital from the Northwest?"

The old lady clearly didn't believe that such a coincidence could happen in the world. The moment she saw Song Wenhui, she felt that she was a scheming woman.

If it weren't for that jade pendant, Shangguan Yu probably would never have known he had a daughter.

The old lady even suspected that Song Wenhui had deliberately created the encounter with Shangguan Yu using the jade pendant.

But then I thought about it again and realized that wasn't right.

Neither of them possessed the ability to predict the future, so their guess was clearly unfounded.

The Prince of Nanyang nodded slowly: "Mother is right, but the jade pendant is indeed an item of my Nanyang Prince's Mansion, there's no mistake about that, back then..."

At this point, he glanced somewhat guiltily at the Princess Consort of Nanyang.

The latter, with a sullen face and without even lifting his eyelids, said, "Why is Your Highness staring at me like that? Just say what you have to say. I'm not the kind of person who gets jealous easily."

The Prince of Nanyang visibly breathed a sigh of relief and gave an awkward smile.

Seeing him like this, the old lady gave him a disapproving glare.

Even after all these years, he's still terrified of his wife.

"Back then, Qiu Shuang and I secretly pledged our lives to each other, exchanging tokens of our love. I gave half of this jade pendant I had to Qiu Shuang, while she gave me her necklace. We vowed to be together for all eternity, but in the end, I betrayed her..."

At this point, the Prince of Nanyang let out a deep sigh.

Princess Nanyang turned her head to look outside and admire the scenery.

Seeing this, the old lady coughed lightly with some dissatisfaction: "You can't blame yourself for this. It's just fate playing tricks on you. If it weren't for the sudden war in Qingzhou, General Ma wouldn't have led his troops to war and never returned. Let's not talk about the past anymore. In the end, I also bear some responsibility for this. If I hadn't tried so hard to stop it back then, you and Ma Qiushuang might already be married."

"Why did you try to stop the Prince's marriage back then, Madam?" Princess Nanyang asked, puzzled.

"I'm only doing this for his own good. He's gentle and kind-hearted. If he marries a woman who's good with weapons, how will he live in the future?" the old lady replied irritably.

Princess Nanyang drew out an "oh" and said, "I see."

Her face wore a strange, sarcastic smile, which made the old lady feel a lump in her throat.

Compared to Ma Qiushuang, the Princess of Nanyang was no less formidable.

Over the years, the Prince of Nanyang has been like a little kitten in front of her. If she had known this would happen, she would have preferred to let the Prince of Nanyang marry Ma Qiushuang.

The old lady really didn't want to see the Princess of Nanyang's gloating face, so she looked at the Prince of Nanyang and asked him, "You've brought her back to the manor, what are you going to do with her?"

"Once her identity is confirmed, we will let her be recognized as a member of the family. We will also notify the General's Mansion, since the General's Mansion is now in ruins and she is the only remaining bloodline."

The Prince of Nanyang had considered things very carefully, but the old lady became worried: "Over the years, the General's Mansion has been at odds with our Prince's Mansion, especially that young General Ma who has been opposing our Prince's Mansion at every turn. You must be careful."

"Which General Ma?" Princess Nanyang asked, puzzled.

"He is General Ma's youngest son, named Ma Zhi. He was only nine years old when General Ma went to war. After General Ma died in battle, the emperor was grateful for General Ma's merits and treated him very kindly. He is now in charge of the Ma family army."

Princess Nanyang responded with an "Oh," adding, "He certainly has guts."

Upon hearing this, the old lady gave her a strange look, feeling quite displeased.

The other party frequently causes trouble for the Prince's Mansion, yet she seems to admire it. Isn't that siding with outsiders?