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

Although Song Wenjun didn't know how Song Wenhui had transformed into the long-lost youngest daughter of the Prince of Nanyang.

But judging from her smug look, you can tell that her identity is probably fake.

The other party even pretended to be a victim, which was ridiculous.

"Cousin, have you suffered some kind of shock? Why are you so afraid of me? Or have you forgotten your days in the capital?" Song Wenjun spoke gently, which sounded like a spring breeze to others, but Song Wenhui sensed a threat in her voice.

Song Wenjun knew everything about her past, not to mention her shameful deeds.

If this continues, Song Wenjun might be pushed to the limit and reveal everything.

It would be better to keep her calm for now and find an opportunity to kill her later to prevent future troubles.

As if waking from a dream, Song Wenhui covered her chest and gave the Prince of Nanyang a shy smile: "Father, please forgive me. Ever since I escaped death, I have been having nightmares. I was too excited just now and lost my composure. I hope you and the Princess will not blame me."

Princess Nanyang did not acknowledge her identity at all, nor did she allow her to call her "Mother Princess," so she still addressed Princess Nanyang as "Princess Princess."

Then, to the surprise of the Prince of Nanyang, Song Wenhui walked up to Song Wenjun and said pitifully, "Cousin, we grew up together since we were little, but I never knew my true identity. Although I am now the daughter of a prince, I will never forget our sisterly bond."

“It’s not just you, it’s my cousin too.”

She spoke with genuine sincerity, but Song Wenjun detected a threatening undertone in her words.

Song Wenhui is threatening Song Jinshu with her life.

Song Wenjun slowly curved her lips into a smile: "I never expected that your background would be so bizarre."

It turns out that the daughter of a prince that everyone in the capital had been talking about was actually Song Wenhui.

It was also said that she kept vigil for her deceased mother for forty-nine days, and Gao's death was somewhat suspicious.

What exactly is being concealed remains unknown.

"Father, I want the jewelry my cousin sent, okay?" Song Wenhui ran to the Prince of Nanyang like an innocent and carefree young girl and gently shook his arm.

The Prince of Nanyang snapped out of his reverie and smiled indulgently at her: "I'll do whatever you like."

"Thank you, Father King," Song Wenhui said hurriedly.

Princess Nanyang felt nauseous at the sight; as a military woman, she couldn't stand such affected and pretentious behavior.

She stood up and said to the Prince of Nanyang, "I'm a little tired. You can take your time choosing."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Princess Nanyang's indifferent attitude infuriated Song Wenhui.

Thinking she held a high place in the Prince of Nanyang's heart, she began to stir up trouble: "Father, does Mother not like me? Are these things very valuable, which is why she's angry?"

Song Wenjun raised an eyebrow. Was this something a person with a brain would say?

Such blatant attempts to sow discord—aren't you afraid of getting slapped in the face?

What right do you, a young lady who has just returned to the manor, have to speak ill of the princess?

Although she couldn't understand the feelings between the Prince of Nanyang and the Princess of Nanyang, the fact that she had protected the Prince of Nanyang during his years of exile meant that no one could compare to her in the Prince of Nanyang's heart.

Song Wenjun looked at the Prince of Nanyang, wanting to see how he would respond.

The Prince of Nanyang frowned and looked at Song Wenhui with displeasure: "The Princess Consort is not someone who cares about money. She is the General of Nanyue. From now on, do not treat her like a woman from the inner quarters. She is very important to me, and I will not allow anyone to slander the Princess Consort."

This was the first time the Prince of Nanyang had spoken to Song Wenhui so sternly, and he even used the honorific title "This Prince" to address her.

In order to demonstrate his status, Song Wenhui did not expect that her quick wit would anger the Prince of Nanyang.

She hurriedly knelt on the ground, her face filled with fear: "Father, please calm down. I have spoken without thinking. Please forgive me this time, considering that I was wandering outside and did not know the rules."

"You can learn the rules if you don't know them, but you must change your habit of speaking recklessly, otherwise you'll lose your life sooner or later."

She thought the Prince of Nanyang would be lenient and let her go, but she didn't expect the Prince of Nanyang to be so angry.

Song Wenhui knelt on the ground, trembling, experiencing for the first time the terror that power brings.

She dared not act rashly again and respectfully replied, "Yes, daughter obeys."

The Prince of Nanyang did not look at her again, and turned to walk out.

Song Wenhui got up only after the footsteps had faded into the distance.

Inside the room, Song Wenjun and the manager of Yunshui Pavilion were both kneeling on the ground.

Song Wenhui glanced at Song Wenjun with disgust, but because the manager of Yunshui Pavilion was still there, she couldn't make a move against her.

She had no choice but to suppress the darkness in her heart and try her best to put on a happy face as if she were reunited with her sister. She said to the manager of Yunshui Pavilion, "You may leave now. I want to talk to my cousin for a while."

The manager of Yunshui Pavilion retreated dejectedly. Song Wenhui wished she could kill Song Wenjun, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind.

She has just returned to the manor, and it would be detrimental to her if a vicious reputation were to spread.

After thinking for a moment, she said to Song Wenjun, "I really like the things my cousin sent, so I'll take them all."

Surprisingly, Song Wenhui did not immediately retaliate.

They even accepted everything.

Song Wenjun immediately sensed something was wrong, but she was just a lowly merchant girl and couldn't compete with Song Wenhui, so she could only put everything down.

"Cousin, Father will be hosting a flower-viewing banquet for me in a few days. You must come!" Song Wenhui held Song Wenjun's hand affectionately, her eyes full of sincere smiles, but Song Wenjun did not miss the malice in her eyes.

The flower-viewing banquet may very well be a trap.

Song Wenjun could not refuse and had to agree: "Okay, I will definitely come then."

"Then I won't see my cousin off."

Song Wenhui yawned, looking sleepy, and put on the airs of a young lady.

She left without even glancing at Song Wenjun, supported by her servants.

Xiao Tao followed Song Wenjun out of the mansion, her eyes filled with worry: "This is too bizarre, how could she be a young lady from a royal family?"

Song Wenjun stood upright, her eyes fixed straight ahead, and gently rebuked, "Watch your words."

They hadn't even left the palace yet, and there were eyes and ears everywhere. Xiao Tao's words could easily cause trouble.

Xiao Tao shut her mouth, but she was very dissatisfied. It wasn't until she left the palace with Song Wenjun that she spoke up: "Miss, you can't come to the banquet. She's obviously targeting you."

"How could I not know that she was targeting me? Whether I came or not was not up to me. If I didn't come, she would accuse me of disrespecting the Prince's Mansion, which would only give her more excuses."

Disrespecting the royal family is a serious crime.

At best, they'll be imprisoned; at worst, they'll be caned.

Song Wenhui clearly intended to make Song Wenjun suffer in silence, and wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Xiao Tao's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd; Song Wenhui really deserves to die.

Just as the master and servant were about to get into the carriage, a dignified voice came from behind them: "Wait a moment."