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

Shangguan Mingcheng walked up to Song Wenjun and took the tray with both hands.

He kept stroking the inkstone, and a rare ripple appeared in his usually calm eyes: "Congxing Inkstone, this really is a Congxing Inkstone, thank you, elder sister."

"We are family, there's no need for thanks, just be happy."

Song Wenjun could tell that Shangguan Mingcheng was not happy, so she didn't tell him to study hard or anything like that.

She carefully selected each gift, and they all suited everyone's tastes perfectly.

The old lady, in particular, had a slightly different opinion of Song Wenjun.

I had assumed that she was a woman from a small business background, someone who would be obsessed with money and scheming.

Unexpectedly, she was open-minded, generous, and thoughtful in every way.

No wonder she could become the wife of a marquis.

But when she got to this point, the old lady felt a pang of sadness, because being the wife of a marquis was not something to be proud of.

The gifts that Song Wenjun gave to everyone were all very valuable, and the old lady and her two aunts all wanted to return the favor with gifts.

However, they didn't have anything worthwhile to offer, so after discussing it, they sent Song Wenjun a few items for children.

Most of them are gold and silver fabrics, antique vases, and the like.

The old lady didn't reply casually, but instead gave Song Wenjun a Ru kiln gilt incense burner that the Emperor Emeritus had bestowed upon her years ago, as a return gift.

This was the old lady's most prized possession; it was incredibly valuable.

Upon receiving the vase, Song Wenjun immediately instructed someone to place it in a box and store it properly.

Things bestowed by the emperor cannot be treated carelessly.

……

The next few days passed peacefully, and Song Wenjun's extravagance made all the concubines in the mansion obedient.

Moreover, she brought with her a large amount of treasures and gold and silver when she entered the mansion.

This further enhanced the wealth and status of the entire Nanyang Prince's Mansion.

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about the old lady's food.

It has already changed from the original four dishes and one soup to six dishes and one soup.

Ordinary bird's nest has been transformed into expensive blood bird's nest.

The lives of both the second and third wives have improved.

Blue initially looked down on Song Wenjun's actions, but after reaping the benefits, she kept quiet about it.

Not only did he not target Song Wenjun, he also helped with the banquets at the Prince of Nanyang's residence.

On the day of the banquet, the entire Nanyang Prince's Mansion was bustling with activity.

The entire mansion, inside and out, was spotless, with lanterns hanging from the trees and a red carpet stretching from the entrance to the inner courtyard.

All the dignitaries and nobles who came to the banquet flocked to see what the daughter of the Prince of Nanyang looked like.

One carriage after another lined up at the gate, almost blocking it completely.

The steward and his servants greeted the guests at the entrance, while the servants led the carriage to the backyard.

Everyone was so busy they didn't even have time to drink water.

Song Wenjun did not feel that she was of any great status. She came out of the house and walked to the door to greet her sisters.

As soon as she appeared, the butler hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Miss, why are you out here?"

"It's stuffy staying in the courtyard, I'm going out for a walk." The butler knew that this young lady was approachable, so he didn't stop her anymore.

Just then, a luxurious carriage arrived, and the steward hurriedly went forward to greet it.

The carriage stopped, and Xiao Ling, dressed in a gorgeous dress, stepped out of the carriage with the help of her maid.

Today she was dressed up in her finest attire, wearing a Suzhou-embroidered moon-patterned brocade shirt and a soft silver light silk lily skirt.

Both the craftsmanship and the materials used exude an air of extravagance.

The gilded glass dragon holding a pearl auspicious lock she wore around her neck had an extremely expensive Hetian jade head; just by looking at the color, you could tell it was a top-quality piece.

She wore a sachet and a jade pendant at her waist, both of which were precious items.

The embroidered shoes are adorned with jewels, sparkling as she walks, like a fairy descending to earth.

Everyone frowned when they saw Xiao Ling's outfit.

Today is the banquet of the daughter of the Prince of Nanyang. She is the real host. Isn't Xiao Ling trying to steal the spotlight?

Xiao Ling paid no attention to the gossip around her.

She wanted to steal the limelight from the daughter of the Prince of Nanyang; she wanted everyone to see clearly that only she, Xiao Ling, was worthy of the Prince of Chu.

Who does that daughter of the Prince of Nanyang think she is? She doesn't deserve to be called her.

Xiao Tao gently tugged at Song Wenjun's sleeve and whispered, "Trouble is coming."

"Guests are always welcome, no problem." Song Wenjun was about to go out to greet her when Xiao Ling saw her first.

Upon seeing Song Wenjun, her expression immediately turned ugly.

The imperial edict only stated that Xiao Jinyan was a grandson of the emperor who had been separated from his family, but did not explicitly state Xiao Jinyan's background.

Therefore, Xiao Ling was unaware that Song Wenjun was the future Princess Consort of Chu.

Naturally, she had no idea that she was the daughter of the Prince of Nanyang.

Xiao Ling frowned and stepped forward, bluntly asking, "Song Wenjun, what are you doing here?"

Just as Xiao Tao was about to reveal Song Wenjun's identity, she was stopped by her.

She smiled at Xiao Ling and asked in return, "Then what does Miss San think I would be doing here?"

"I advise you to behave yourself. You're a divorced woman with a child in tow, so don't even think about climbing the social ladder. Don't be so naive as to think that Brother Xiao has taken a liking to you just because you've had a few interactions with him."

Xiao Ling spoke with malice and sarcasm. She chuckled and said, "Someone of your background isn't even worthy of warming Brother Xiao Ji's feet. You didn't come to the Prince of Nanyang's mansion just to curry favor with the Prince of Nanyang's daughter and ask her to give you a title, did you?"

"Song Wenjun, how shameless are you?"

She deliberately refrained from speaking loudly, mindful of her status.

To outsiders, Xiao Ling has a smiling face and speaks softly, appearing gentle and charming.

Who would have thought that her gentle and charming demeanor was all an act?

Song Wenjun was not angered by her. Instead, she smiled at Xiao Ling and said, "Oh, is that so? You don't even deserve someone like me? Then do you deserve me?"

"His Highness the King of Chu is already engaged, yet you still cling to him. If we're talking about being shameless, no one can match you."

Xiao Ling's expression changed drastically. She looked at Song Wenjun in disbelief, seemingly unable to understand why a mere businesswoman would speak to her like that.

She raised her hand to slap Song Wenjun across the face, but Xiao Tao was faster and grabbed her wrist: "Third Miss, this is the Prince of Nanyang's mansion, not your Duke's mansion."

Song Wenjun remained calm and composed, which infuriated Xiao Ling.

She angrily pointed at Xiao Tao and cursed, "You lowly servant, how dare you speak to me like that? You're asking for trouble! Guards, drag her away and beat her to death!"

Her entourage surged forward, ready to attack Xiao Tao.

"Let's see who dares!" Song Wenjun shouted sharply. Although she was just a weak woman, the aura she exuded was not to be underestimated.

Seeing this, the butler hurriedly stepped forward and said to Xiao Ling, "Third Miss, this is the Nanyang Prince's Mansion after all. How could you be so violent towards my young lady?"

"Your young lady..." Xiao Ling sneered, "Where is she?"

Then, she pointed at Song Wenjun and laughed arrogantly: "Are you blind, you dog slave? If she were your young lady, I would crawl out of here."

The butler hurriedly explained, "Third Miss, she is indeed my young lady."

Xiao Ling's expression changed slightly: "What? She's the long-lost eldest daughter of the Nanyang Prince's Mansion?"

"Exactly."

Xiao Ling's expression only changed slightly before returning to normal: "Even if she is your young lady, so what? Ignorance is no excuse. I didn't mean to."

She was both shocked and angry. How could Song Wenjun be the long-lost daughter of the Prince of Nanyang?