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

Song Wenjun hesitated, as she was used to living in her own residence.

Moving so suddenly is a bit hard to bear.

But if we don't move back, the King of Nanyang will be heartbroken.

Although the Princess of Nanyang was carefree and easygoing, she was actually quite thoughtful.

Seeing Song Wenjun's troubled expression, she said, "At the very least, you can stay at the mansion for a while and let your father enjoy some family time. It's not too late for you to move out after a year or two."

“Alright, we’ll follow Mother’s opinion.” Song Wenjun smiled sweetly at the Princess of Nanyang.

The way she called out "Mother Consort" came out so naturally that the Princess of Nanyang felt a jolt in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She had no children of her own, but now she's got a daughter all to herself.

Moreover, it perfectly suited her wishes.

Princess Nanyang's affection for Song Wenjun was no less than that for Prince Nanyang.

She warmly pulled Song Wenjun along and asked her, "I'll have the servants prepare a courtyard right away. Just tell Mother which one you like, and you'll be in the limelight at the family reunion banquet in a few days."

"Oh, there's no need for that." Song Wenjun was somewhat flattered.

“How can this be considered troublesome? Such a momentous event as recognizing one’s ancestors is naturally best celebrated with great fanfare, as it represents the Prince’s Mansion’s high regard for you.” Princess Nanyang patted her hand and said, “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy being your young lady.”

The Prince of Nanyang thought of a secret passage and a young lady of noble birth. He immediately went to the palace to ask the Emperor for permission to bestow the title of Princess Wenjun.

He recalled Emperor Wen's decree of marriage; if Xiao Ji were to marry Song Wenjun, their social status must be a match for his.

A princess paired with a prince, isn't that a perfect match?

When the imperial edict bestowing the title of "Family Recognition Banquet" arrives, Song Wenjun will surely be in the limelight.

The Prince of Nanyang's mansion was immersed in a joyful atmosphere, but Xiao Ji was kneeling in the center of the hall, enduring Emperor Wen's wrath: "You were the one who wanted me to retract the imperial edict, and you were the one who didn't want me to retract it. What do you take me for?"

"Father, please calm your anger. Please let me explain the reason." Xiao Ji also looked worried. If he had known that Song Wenjun was the daughter of the Prince of Nanyang, he would not have bothered to do this.

Emperor Wen slammed his fist on the table like a child: "I won't listen."

Xiao Ji sighed and said with a grin, "Father, you really won't listen?"

"He won't listen." Emperor Wen snorted coldly. He was going to teach this brat a lesson today.

They dared to play him for fools.

"If Father insists on not listening, then I will have no choice but to break off the engagement with Wenjun. She cannot be my Princess Consort of Chu, and Yan Yan will not be able to become the young prince." Xiao Ji said with a regretful expression.

Emperor Wen's brows furrowed slowly as he looked at him, puzzled: "What did you just say?"

"Song Wenjun is the long-lost daughter of the Prince of Nanyang, and they were only reunited today."

"What? What?!" Emperor Wen became agitated: "That old bastard is actually Song Wenjun's father? Then my beloved grandson is his grandson?"

Emperor Wen found this relationship extremely difficult to accept.

His eldest grandson became the grandson of the Prince of Nanyang, thus making them in-laws without him even realizing it.

Xiao Ji nodded slightly: "That makes sense."

With a bang, a teacup was thrown at Xiao Ji.

It shattered into pieces a meter in front of him. Xiao Ji remained unmoved, but Emperor Wen was furious: "Look what you've done!"

"Father, I know I was wrong." Xiao Ji knelt down neatly. Although he didn't know what Emperor Wen was angry about, he was right to admit his mistake.

Emperor Wen's face turned ashen, his heart filled with bitterness.

He had pursued Ma Qiushuang in the past, but she didn't like Emperor Wen; she preferred the Prince of Nanyang.

This became a regret for Emperor Wen, who thought he would have no further connection with the Ma family in this lifetime.

Unexpectedly, his good-for-nothing son ended up with Song Wenjun by a twist of fate.

What a tragic fate!

Just then, Eunuch Fu walked in from outside the hall, panting heavily.

He stepped forward and knelt smoothly before Emperor Wen, saying with a look of fear, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This old servant failed to catch up with His Highness Prince Chu, and this imperial edict was not read aloud in time."

Emperor Wen sighed and ordered, "Return the imperial edict."

"Huh?" Eunuch Fu was completely bewildered. Could an imperial edict really be returned?

Xiao Ji was secretly delighted and quickly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Father Emperor. You are wise and mighty."

Emperor Wen glared at him angrily, put the imperial edict back on the dragon table, and shouted, "Get out of here now!"

"Yes, Father, I'll leave now." Xiao Ji, having gained an advantage, feigned innocence, gave Emperor Wen a sly smile, and quickly walked out of the Qiankun Palace.

Emperor Wen slammed his fist on the table in anger, startling Eunuch Fu so much that he didn't dare to breathe.

After about fifteen minutes, Emperor Wen's anger subsided, and Eunuch Fu stepped forward with a fawning smile: "This servant congratulates Your Majesty."

"What's there to be happy about?" Emperor Wen snorted irritably.

Seeing this, Eunuch Fu quickly poured Emperor Wen a cup of hot tea: "I've heard that Miss Song, oh, I shouldn't call her Miss Shangguan, is a shrewd businesswoman. She has shops all over the capital, and many daughters and wives of officials follow her in business. If Your Highness marries Miss Shangguan, it will be like adding wings to a tiger."

The tea was slowly poured into the clear, white cup. Emperor Wen looked at the clear tea and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The national treasury is currently empty. If Shangguan Wenjun is willing to contribute to the country, the treasury will surely be replenished.

Thinking about it this way, Emperor Wen no longer felt he had lost out. He hadn't been able to win against that old man Shangguan Yu, but both he and his daughter were working for him. Thinking about it this way, he did feel much better.

However, Emperor Wen's joy was short-lived. Eunuch Fu said with a worried look, "Your Majesty, there is something else this old servant needs to report to you."

Emperor Wen rubbed his temples wearily and asked, "Is there anything else?"

“It has been three years since Prince Chun passed away, and Princess Chun and Crown Prince Jingyuan returned to the capital from their fiefdom this month,” Eunuch Fu said in a low voice.

Emperor Wen's eyes widened suddenly, a hint of panic flashing across them: "So fast?"

"We set off two months ago, and judging by the days, we should arrive in the next few days."

Emperor Wen frowned deeply: "My sister-in-law is used to being domineering and doesn't respect anyone. However, the Empress Dowager feels sorry for my elder brother and has come to me several times to ask me to bring her and her orphan back. If it weren't for the fact that the Empress Dowager is getting old, I wouldn't want to see her even once."

After saying that, he sighed deeply. Having such a sister-in-law was really enough.

"By imperial decree, the marriage between the Prince of Chu and the Prince of Nanyang will be brought forward." To avoid any unforeseen complications, Emperor Wen decided to have Xiao Ji and Shangguan Wenjun marry ahead of schedule.

Eunuch Fu naturally understood his meaning; he was afraid that the meddlesome imperial sister-in-law would nitpick.

"Have the Imperial Astronomical Bureau select an auspicious day as soon as possible and report back immediately."

Eunuch Fu respectfully responded and hurriedly went out.

Not long after, the Prince of Nanyang entered the palace and came to the Qiankun Hall.