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

The old lady was unhappy, but she didn't say much.

After all, during the years of exile, the Princess Consort of Nanyang stayed by the side of the Prince of Nanyang. In the end, if it weren't for her, the Prince of Nanyang would probably not have survived.

Because of this favor, the old lady also indulged the Princess of Nanyang.

After the mother and son finished speaking, the Prince of Nanyang and his wife left.

Back in his residence, the Prince of Nanyang was filled with emotion: "The residence seems unchanged, yet it also seems different."

The Prince's Mansion is still the same as before, but it looks a bit dilapidated.

Even after renovation, signs of decay are still visible.

For example, the old tiles on the roof haven't been replaced yet, and the abandoned garden in the backyard hasn't been planted with greenery.

One of the steps under the covered walkway has collapsed, and the withered persimmon tree in the corner has not sprouted any green leaves for a long time.

Princess Nanyang followed behind Prince Nanyang, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Instead of wasting time on sentimental musings, you should think about how to settle your daughter's foster mother's body, which is still lying in the backyard."

After being reminded by the Princess Consort of Nanyang, the Prince of Nanyang also remembered this matter.

He was just about to discuss it with the Princess of Nanyang when he saw her walk away without even touching the ground.

Her calm voice drifted from afar: "This is your family matter, I have no intention of getting involved."

The Prince of Nanyang sighed; he was already used to her temperament.

After pausing for a moment, he walked towards the guest room to find Song Wenhui.

No one paid any attention to Song Wenhui all morning.

Apart from the servants serving her tea and water, no one spoke to her.

After a while, she lost her temper: "Guards! Guards! I want to see my father!"

As soon as Song Wenhui stepped out, she was stopped: "Miss, the old lady asked you to wait here."

"I want to see my father, you can't stop me," Song Wenhui said, emphasizing her words.

The longer she stayed there, the more uneasy she felt.

If the Prince of Nanyang listens to the old woman and doesn't want to acknowledge her, then all her plans will be ruined.

The servant remained unmoved: "Miss, please don't make things difficult for me. Please wait here patiently."

"Get out of my way! I want to see my father. Who can stop me?" Song Wenhui got up and was about to rush out when two servants stepped forward and blocked her way.

In a moment of desperation, Song Wenhui slapped the servant: "You dog of a servant, you think you can stop me?"

With one slap, five finger marks appeared on the servant's face, but the other party did not budge an inch.

Song Wenhui was furious and was about to rush forward when she heard a deep voice: "Stop."

She saw the Prince of Nanyang walking hurriedly towards her.

Song Wenhui was startled, wondering how much the Prince of Nanyang had seen.

If he sees me hitting someone, it might leave a bad impression on him.

“Father,” Song Wenhui immediately changed her expression and called out pitifully to the Prince of Nanyang, “These people are blocking me from going out, I’m so scared.”

The Prince of Nanyang had just witnessed Song Wenhui's arrogant and domineering behavior. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied, he forgave her for her mistake after thinking about how long she had been wandering among the common people.

He stepped forward and ordered the servants, "All of you, get out of here."

The servant acknowledged and withdrew. Song Wenhui threw herself into the arms of the Prince of Nanyang and cried her heart out: "Father, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to see you so badly. I don't know anyone here. I just need you to rely on."

The cry of "Father!" brought immense sorrow to the Prince of Nanyang, who had no children of his own.

He has only this one precious daughter, and this is the first time in his life that someone has called him father.

His nose tingled, and he almost burst into tears.

He touched Song Wenhui's cheek, his heart softening completely: "Don't be afraid, your father is here. It's all my fault for making you wait so long."

Song Wenhui shook her head, then smiled through her tears: "As long as Father is here, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Alright, alright, come on, let's take a walk together."

"Yes, my daughter obeys."

Nan Wangyang strode forward, with Song Wenhui following beside him, glancing at him cautiously every now and then.

Seeing the gentle smile on his face, she boldly took the arm of the Prince of Nanyang and said, "I'll help you, daughter."

The Prince of Nanyang's eyes were full of admiration: "Excellent."

The two strolled slowly together in the courtyard. The Prince of Nanyang then brought up the matter of Lady Gao to Song Wenhui: "Lady Gao's body is still in the backyard of the Prince's mansion. After all, she raised you. I will give her a proper burial, but there is one matter that I need to ask for your opinion on."

When the Gao family was mentioned, Song Wenhui immediately showed a sad expression.

In his heart, he scoffed, "What a nuisance. Even in death, they can't let people rest in peace."

"I am very grateful for your thoughtful consideration, Father. Please feel free to tell me if there is anything you need."

“After all, she raised you for more than ten years, so her funeral cannot be too meager. However, the funeral cannot be held in the Prince’s mansion, so I can only rent a place for you. I hope you can understand your father’s situation.” The Prince of Nanyang’s face was both sincere and guilty.

His attainment of this position has far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

But he was still seeking Song Wenhui's opinion, which clearly showed that he valued her highly.

Song Wenhui thought about it and realized that the reason she was disliked by the old lady was simply because others didn't understand her.

If she portrays herself as a kind-hearted and grateful person, she will surely leave a good impression on the old lady.

So she said to the Prince of Nanyang, "Father's reminder is right. I will listen to you in everything. I will definitely handle Mother's funeral properly. She raised me and I should wear mourning clothes to see her off."

"I wish to keep vigil for my deceased mother for 49 days. I hope my father will grant me permission."

The Prince of Nanyang saw that Song Wenhui's words were reasonable and showed a gratified expression: "Good, as expected of my daughter, Shangguan Yu, she is loyal and righteous."

Hearing the praise from the Prince of Nanyang, Song Wenhui was overjoyed.

The 49-day vigil will become a beautiful story in the future, and perhaps the emperor will bestow upon her the title of princess because of her filial piety.

The Prince of Nanyang quickly rented a house in the city, specifically for Song Wenhui to use for Gao's funeral.

They also bought more than a dozen servants from outside to serve her, and fearing that Song Wenhui would be too busy, they even transferred the steward from the mansion to her.

All for the sake of helping her with Gao's funeral arrangements.

Song Wenhui and Song Chengfu both went to the house where the funeral was being held, and they would be there for the next two months. Song Chengfu was a little unhappy: "Why did you agree to hold the funeral for forty-nine days? Isn't that stupid? It's easy for you to leave the palace, but it will be difficult to go back in."

Song Wenhui wore mourning clothes and had a plain face.

However, there was no sadness on her face. She knelt in front of Gao's coffin and threw yellow paper into the brazier to burn it one by one.

A faint smile played on his lips: "If I don't hold this funeral, how can I show my filial piety and loyalty? After all, she is my deceased mother, and it is only right that I keep vigil for her."

Song Chengfu sneered and tapped the coffin with his finger, saying, "Your mother only got this because of you. Otherwise, how could she have such a good coffin, not to mention having monks chant sutras for her salvation?"

"Mother, please bless your daughter so that her wish may come true." Song Wenhui threw Huang Shi into the brazier and gave the coffin a coquettish smile.