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

Xiao Ling was so angry that her face was distorted. In that case, wouldn't Song Wenjun be on equal footing with her?

What she found even more unacceptable was that Song Wenjun was engaged to Xiao Ji, and she would become the future Queen Consort of Chu.

I will have to bow to her when I see her in the future.

Damn Song Wenjun, how could you be so lucky?

She didn't want to attend the banquet anymore, so Xiao Ling made an excuse to leave: "I suddenly feel unwell, so I'll head back home first."

Song Wenjun blocked her way: "Miss Xiao, have you forgotten something?"

"What did I forget?" Xiao Ling asked, puzzled.

"Have you forgotten to apologize?" Song Wenjun emphasized the last two words.

She disdains using her power to oppress others, but today she can make an exception.

Xiao Ling has made things difficult for her time and time again, and today she embarrassed her in front of everyone. Song Wenjun has no intention of letting her off easily.

Xiao Ling turned to face Song Wenjun with a disdainful smile: "You want me to apologize to you, Song Wenjun? You're delusional. In terms of status, we are equals. So what if I offended you? You're just a rich young lady. You have no right to make me apologize to you, and I won't apologize."

She was arrogant and conceited, and because of her status as the daughter of the Duke's family, she didn't take anyone seriously.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a melodious song reached everyone's ears.

"The imperial edict has arrived..."

A group of imperial guards appeared at the entrance of the alley. The leader was dressed in the clothes of the chief eunuch of the palace, who was none other than Eunuch Fu, who served Emperor Wen.

He held a bright yellow imperial edict in his hand and slowly walked towards the Prince of Nanyang's residence.

Hearing the commotion, everyone inside the courtyard came out.

Madam Lan helped the old lady walk in front, followed by the Prince of Nanyang and his wife, and then the concubines and their children from the mansion.

People at the door suddenly knelt down, and Grandpa Fu walked in with his pigeon-toed gait.

He opened the imperial edict and began to read it aloud.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Shangguan Wenjun, daughter of the Prince of Nanyang, is gentle, virtuous, and talented. I am delighted with her and hereby bestow upon her the title of Princess Yun'an, and grant her ten chests of gold and silver jewels and one hundred bolts of silk and satin. I hope that the Princess will uphold benevolence and bring blessings to the region. This is my decree."

After reading the imperial edict, Eunuch Fu smiled and said to Song Wenjun, "Princess Yun'an, please accept the edict."

Song Wenjun was greatly surprised and stretched out her hands in a look of fear: "This subject accepts the decree."

Eunuch Fu handed the imperial edict to Song Wenjun, then looked at Xiao Ling, his smile suddenly fading: "Third Miss, does the Princess now have the right to punish you?"

The color drained from Xiao Ling's face, and she said in a panic, "This humble woman knows her mistake, and hopes that the princess will not blame her."

"Third Miss, you have repeatedly made things difficult for the Princess. Do you not take the laws of our dynasty seriously?"

Fu Gonggong's words terrified Xiao Ling. She hurriedly crawled to Song Wenjun and pleaded, "Your Highness is so magnanimous, please don't hold it against me. It was all my fault just now. Please forgive me."

He just said he wouldn't apologize, but now he's kneeling at Song Wenjun's feet like a dog.

The onlookers all wore disdainful expressions, and their gazes fell on Xiao Ling, making her feel extremely humiliated.

She wished she could just crash into the car and die on the spot.

Xiao Ling looked at Song Wenjun with a malicious gaze. She couldn't deal with Song Wenjun now, but she still had her son.

You little bastard, I'll kill him when I get the chance.

Just as I was thinking this, I received a hard slap across the face.

Xiao Ling screamed and covered her face, looking at Song Wenjun in disbelief, clearly not believing that she had been hit.

"you you……"

She still wanted to be as domineering as before, but she held back because of Song Wenjun's status.

"I hope Miss will reflect on this slap when she goes back, and never do anything that would dishonor her status again. I, the princess, am magnanimous and will not hold it against you this time." Song Wenjun said calmly, with a smile on her lips.

Her words were soft, but every word she uttered chilled Xiao Ling to the bone.

Not taking it lightly this time doesn't mean there will be a next time. Song Wenjun is warning her that if she dares to cause trouble again, she will make her wish she were dead.

Xiao Ling shivered and responded softly.

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Fu left with a smile.

Before leaving, Xiao Tao slipped a bulging money bag into Grandpa Fu's hand.

Fu Gonggong gladly accepted the gift and thanked Song Wenjun repeatedly before leaving.

Xiao Ling was stunned by what she saw.

Even Eunuch Fu was so obsequious to Song Wenjun. Were they all insane?

Song Wenjun led the wives of officials and young ladies back to the courtyard. Xiao Ling remained kneeling on the ground until everyone had left, without getting up.

The maidservant cautiously stepped forward: "Miss, please get up quickly."

She reached out to help Xiao Ling up, but Xiao Ling slapped her hard across the face: "You bitch, are you laughing at me too?"

"Miss, spare me! I wouldn't dare!" The maid knelt at Xiao Ling's feet. Xiao Ling slowly rose, her eyes filled with ruthlessness: "Sell her to Tianxiang Tower to be the lowest-class prostitute."

"Miss, please, please spare me..."

The maid's shrill cries did not elicit Xiao Ling's pity; on the contrary, she felt much better.

The flower hall of the Prince of Nanyang's Mansion.

Song Wenjun sat in the main seat, opposite her four best friends.

But things are different now. The four beauties all looked reserved and dared not act rashly.

"What, don't you recognize me?" Song Wenjun blinked.

Xue Ning smiled sheepishly: "It's not that I don't recognize you, it's that I don't dare to."

Little did they know that the long-lost daughter of the Prince of Nanyang was none other than Song Wenjun.

My former best friend has transformed into a princess.

No one would dare to admit it.

Song Wenjun sighed helplessly: "The friendship between us sisters over the years is not as important as the status of a princess. If even you treat me with utmost respect, what fun will I have?"

"Wenjun, don't be angry. We're just not used to it yet. You have to give us sisters some time to adjust," Xue Ning said, unable to bear seeing Song Wenjun unhappy.

The next second, Song Wenjun laughed: "As long as you don't treat me like an outsider, I'm happy."

Upon hearing this, the sisters all laughed.

Only Madam Li of the Ningguo Duke's Mansion remained frowning.

Her melancholy appearance drew the attention of her sisters.

"Sister Li, is something on your mind?" Song Wenjun asked proactively. The sisters always talked about everything and would get together to pour out their troubles, so as not to keep it to themselves and suffer.

Li Xian nodded sadly, his eyes reddening slightly: "I have a feeling that my husband is keeping a mistress outside."

Although she was the young mistress of the Duke's mansion, she only gave birth to one daughter and had no more children.

Her in-laws often put pressure on her, mainly because they wanted her to have another son.

But more than a year has passed, and she still hasn't gotten pregnant.

A woman's intuition is usually accurate; for Li Xian to say something like that, there must have been some clues.