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

As soon as the sound outside the door subsided, Princess Nanyang walked in, looking somewhat weary.

His handsome features swept across the room, landing on the two trembling women.

Without even looking at them, she gave the order: "Throw them both into the backyard."

Immediately, an old woman came in and dragged the two women away.

Qin suddenly became anxious: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I meant well, how could you take my people away on your own initiative?"

These two women were top-tier "skinny horses" that Qin Shi bought from Yangzhou. Her original intention was to place them by Song Wenjun's side so that she could pave the way for her daughter, Shangguan Yuru, and help her become a concubine of the King of Chu.

Unexpectedly, the moment he took that step, the Princess of Nanyang slapped him back.

Princess Nanyang stepped forward with a stern face and cold, sharp eyes.

His murderous aura terrified Qin Shi so much that her legs trembled.

She stepped forward and slapped Qin across the face, cursing without any politeness: "What kind of thing are you? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of my son? The Princess's mother is right here."

Princess Nanyang patted her chest, her face full of anger.

The slap caused Qin's cheek to swell up high.

She pointed at the Princess of Nanyang, her eyes red: "You, you..."

“I’ve always respected you as my aunt and let it go, but today is my son’s wedding day and you’ve come to ruin it. A slap would be too lenient. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. I’ll make this clear: as long as I’m here, all the concubine’s daughters in the manor will give up any thoughts of climbing the social ladder. If anyone tries to take advantage of my Wenjun again, don’t blame me for turning my back on them.”

Princess Nanyang referred to her son and Wenjun as "my son" repeatedly, without any affectation.

Mrs. Xu listened with great enthusiasm and was overjoyed.

That's great, finally someone is protecting the princess.

Qin's face turned red and then pale. Her sordid thoughts had been exposed and trampled underfoot by the Princess of Nanyang, leaving her utterly humiliated.

The words of the Princess of Nanyang filled her with despair.

Her plan to make Shangguan Yuru a concubine of the King of Chu was completely thwarted.

"I... I didn't mean that, sister-in-law, you've misunderstood me."

Princess Nanyang snorted coldly: "Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't have the chance. You can't get past me."

Her eyes were cold and sharp, showing no mercy. Qin was so frightened that she trembled and dared not utter another word.

In the end, he left sheepishly.

There were no outsiders in the bridal chamber, so no one knew about this embarrassing scene.

Princess Nanyang, still furious, apologized to Song Wenjun, saying, "It was my fault for not managing the people in the manor well, causing you trouble."

"Mother." Song Wenjun looked at her with burning eyes, and then bowed deeply to the Princess of Nanyang.

Startled, the Princess of Nanyang hurriedly reached out to help her up, saying somewhat awkwardly, "You are the Princess of Chu, how can you bow to me? I...I..."

Although she just said that she was Song Wenjun's mother, she didn't dare to claim that she was her biological mother.

She has only one biological mother.

That was Ma Qiushuang, the female general of the General's Mansion.

Song Wenjun held her hand and said, "My mother, you are all I have."

These words brought tears to the eyes of the Princess of Nanyang.

She had no children, but Song Wenjun genuinely accepted her and treated her like a mother.

Princess Nanyang was overwhelmed with excitement and could only nod repeatedly, "Good, good."

She quickly wiped away her tears and gave an awkward smile: "Look at me, why am I crying on such a joyous day?"

Song Wenjun wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief. Princess Nanyang quickly put her hand down and said anxiously, "Quickly, quickly put on the red veil, the wedding procession has arrived."

Outside, the sound of firecrackers was deafening.

The wedding procession has finally arrived.

Princess Nanyang covered Song Wenjun's head with a veil and helped her sit on the wedding bed.

Under the veil, Song Wenjun's face was slightly flushed.

Her hands were twisting in confusion; she still had many uncertainties about this marriage, and she had married him in a daze.

What if things don't go as she wishes, what if the people in the Prince's mansion are a complicated bunch?

just in case……

Xiao Ji will marry a concubine and a secondary wife in the future.

Can she, as a princess, truly be magnanimous and tolerant?

With many thoughts swirling in Song Wenjun's mind, she asked herself a question from the bottom of her heart, and then found an answer.

She was unwilling.

But she is a princess, and must be tolerant of others.

Well, let's just take it one step at a time.

Song Wenjun suppressed the bitterness in her heart and listened to the sounds outside.

It seemed that Xiao Ji had arrived at the door and was being blocked outside by a group of people who were chatting and laughing and making things difficult for him.

What's rare is that he's down-to-earth and lets people do as they please.

Even if the requests were a bit excessive, he would agree to them all.

Song Wenjun couldn't help but think to herself, "Fortunately, he has a good temper and treats Yan Yan well. As for myself, he should be very good to me too."

The door was forced open, and people rushed in.

It was difficult to see clearly through the veil; only a blurry figure could be discerned.

He was dressed in a bright red groom's suit, beaming with joy.

A pair of affectionate eyes gazed deeply at her, and she heard his voice: "Wenjun, I've come to marry you."

He reached out his hand to her; it was a pair of neatly trimmed hands with long, slender fingers.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, exuding masculine power.

Song Wenjun gently placed her hand in his palm and used his strength to stand up.

The next second, she felt light as Xiao Ji lifted her up in his arms.

She gasped softly and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, then heard Xiao Ji laugh heartily: "I've finally married you, let's go home."

His unconventional behavior startled Granny Xu: "Your Highness, this is unacceptable! The bride must be carried out of the manor by her brothers from the clan. How can the groom carry her out?"

Xiao Ji didn't even turn his head, carrying Song Wenjun as he strode out: "My bride, naturally I'll carry her on my back."

The voice was undeniably domineering.

His queen cannot be touched by any other man, not even his brothers.

Everyone could only stare wide-eyed as Xiao Ji carried Song Wenjun away.

Behind them, someone chuckled faintly: "Judging from how anxious His Highness the King of Chu is, it doesn't look like a wedding ceremony at all, it looks more like he's here to abduct the bride."

Song Wenjun slightly curved her lips, a hint of a smile spreading across her eyes.

As they walked outside, the Prince of Nanyang was entertaining guests. When he saw Xiao Ji carrying Song Wenjun out, he broke out in a cold sweat: "What's going on? Why is the Prince carrying her out? There has never been such a precedent before."

"Why is Your Highness making such a fuss about setting a precedent when there is none?" Princess Nanyang's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

The reason why the groom cannot carry the bride is to prevent the bride from becoming superior to the groom in the future.

"The person in question has no objections, so why are you meddling in their affairs?"

The Prince of Nanyang was old-fashioned and had never entertained such thoughts.

He only asked the question because he was afraid that Song Wenjun would be gossiped about.

Just kidding, he'd love for Song Wenjun to ride on Xiao Ji's head.

After being rebuked by the Princess of Nanyang, he immediately changed his attitude and chuckled, "Good hug, good hug."

We have to ride roughshod over him; how can his daughter suffer a loss?