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

After getting into the car, Xiao Ji became much more obedient.

He held Song Wenjun's hand and told her about yesterday's events: "Gu Huaizhou wouldn't have appeared at the Nanyang Prince's Mansion for no reason. I've already investigated what happened yesterday, and today we'll go to the palace to get our money back with interest."

The only person who could be at odds with Xiao Ji is the eldest prince.

Moreover, he had also said that he would give Xiao Ji a big gift on his wedding day.

Song Wenjun's eyes flickered: "How can we demand it? The person is already dead, there's no way to verify anything, and the other party won't admit to something without evidence."

“Who says there’s no evidence?” Xiao Ji smiled, a hint of smugness on his face. “I never fight a battle unprepared. I’ll show them what happens if they dare to attack you.”

It turns out he wanted to vent his anger.

Song Wenjun felt a warmth in her heart, intertwined her fingers with his, and said with tenderness in her eyes, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? I'm your husband now, I'll be your sky from now on, it will never fall down." After saying that, he smiled slyly and moved closer to Song Wenjun, fawning like a puppy, "But you are my water, I can't live without you."

Song Wenjun blushed and gently pushed him away, saying, "That's so cheesy."

Everyone says that Xiao Ji is a dignified gentleman, but who knows that he is a completely different person in private?

Before long, the carriage stopped at the palace gate.

Xiao Ji repeatedly instructed, "After entering the palace, we should first pay our respects to our mother, and then to our father. The Empress will inevitably want to talk to you. Be careful in everything while I'm not by your side. Although she won't dare to be blatant, be careful not to suffer any losses in secret."

"If she goes too far, just turn against her."

Song Wenjun's beautiful eyes widened instantly: "Turn against her? That's the Empress, how could I turn against her?"

"It's alright, I'll take care of it even if the sky falls." Xiao Ji winked at her, and Song Wenjun asked again and again, "Really, it can be turned around?"

"Truly, it's more sincere than my heart."

Song Wenjun was both amused and exasperated by Xiao Ji's words: "Where did you learn these things from?"

If he said he could do it himself, Song Wenjun would never believe it, even if she were beaten to death.

Xiao Ji smiled sheepishly, but didn't hide anything: "I learned it from storybooks."

"You've learned very well." Song Wenjun rubbed her forehead: "Don't learn it anymore."

"You don't like it?"

Song Wenjun sighed, "I really can't like you. Your sweet talk might work on young girls, but it doesn't work on me."

I thought Xiao Ji would be disappointed, but to my surprise, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I also feel something's off."

It's a bit like a parrot trying to imitate something, but ending up with a dog instead of a tiger.

He waved his hand: "I won't learn it anymore."

Where did Tian Qi find these storybooks? Not a single one of them is useful.

The two entered Consort Ning's palace, where a matron was already waiting at the door: "Greetings to the Prince and the Princess."

"Rise." Xiao Ji raised his hand, then took Song Wenjun's hand and strode in.

Inside the palace, cheerful laughter could be heard.

As soon as Xiao Ji and Song Wenjun entered, the little one rushed over, looked up, and sweetly called out, "Mother, Father..."

Song Wenjun and Xiao Ji were overjoyed. Xiao Ji picked him up and kissed him hard, saying, "Good son, you've grown so much in just a few days."

After saying that, she sweetly said to Consort Ning, "It must be because of Mother's good teaching that Yan Yan has made such rapid progress."

Consort Ning's face was full of joy: "Your son is a clever little devil. Since he entered the palace, he has collected a lot of good things. Now, the concubines in the palace are all afraid of him."

"Wow, that's amazing! My son is fantastic." Xiao Ji said with pride.

That kid's got some skills.

Those concubines were all incredibly difficult to deal with, and there were even people they were afraid of.

He decided to let the little guy stay in the palace for a while longer.

A palace maid brought tea forward, and Song Wenjun knelt before Consort Ning, saying respectfully, "Mother, please have some tea."

Consort Ning hurriedly took the tea, took a sip, and happily gave Song Wenjun a large red envelope, as well as two gold bracelets with dragon and phoenix motifs as a reward.

Xiao Ji took a closer look and couldn't help but beam with joy. These two bracelets were a gift from the Emperor Emeritus when Consort Ning gave birth to him.

It was extremely valuable, and she had always been reluctant to wear it, but unexpectedly, she gave it to Song Wenjun so generously.

This shows her attitude towards Consort Ning.

"Thank you, Mother Consort." Song Wenjun hurriedly took the bracelet, and Consort Ning personally put it on her wrist: "Wear it carefully, this is a gift from the Emperor Emeritus."

She seemed to be implying something, and Song Wenjun looked at Xiao Ji, puzzled, only to see him calmly drinking tea, looking unfathomable.

He winked at Song Wenjun: "Your mother has her reasons for asking you to wear it, so just wear it."

The mother and son clearly had an ulterior motive in making Song Wenjun wear it, and since they didn't say anything, Song Wenjun didn't ask any further.

"Alright, you two still have to pay your respects to your father, the Emperor. Go on your way." Consort Ning knew the two had a lot to do, so she didn't linger any longer.

He kept only Yan Yan by his side and sent the two of them to the Qiankun Palace.

Song Wenjun looked at her son with some reluctance; she hadn't even had a proper hug with him yet.

Unexpectedly, the little guy didn't miss her at all; instead, he waved his little hand to say goodbye.

Well, all her sincere feelings have gone to waste.

Emperor Wen naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the two of them. Although he wasn't entirely satisfied with his daughter-in-law, he was quite fond of his young grandson.

For Yan Yan's sake, he wouldn't make things difficult for Song Wenjun.

He bestowed many gifts upon her and then let her leave, leaving Xiao Ji behind as if he had something to discuss.

When Song Wenjun left the Qiankun Palace, a nanny was waiting for her outside the door.

Upon seeing her emerge, the nanny hurried forward and respectfully said, "Your Highness, the Empress requests your presence."

When Song Wenjun entered the palace, she asked Xiao Ji that the first person she should pay her respects to after entering the palace was naturally the Empress.

But they went to pay their respects to Consort Ning first. Aren't they afraid of angering the Empress?

Empress, the mother of the nation.

This is really embarrassing for her.

Xiao Ji smiled dismissively: "My mother is such a proud person, how could she possibly let you pay your respects to the Empress first? The two are like oil and water. She only made an exception after she begged the Emperor for permission."

"Mother, is she really that powerful?" Song Wenjun was shocked.

How could the Emperor allow such blatant disrespect for the Empress?

"Speaking of which, we have to thank Xiao Ling. The Empress is her aunt. She embarrassed you at the Prince of Nanyang's residence last time, and Mother Consort still remembers it. In addition, there were rumors that the advisors of the Duke of Zhenguo's residence were abusing their power. Although Father Emperor was angry and did not punish the Empress, he used this incident to teach her a lesson."

After listening, Song Wenjun finally understood.

It turns out that the Emperor intended to put the Empress and the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion in a bad light.

Over the years, the Duke of Zhenguo has indulged his children in his household to be arrogant and domineering, relying on the Empress's support. Xiao Ling is the best example of this.

Song Wenjun followed the nanny into the Empress's palace.

Song Wenjun stepped forward and knelt on the ground, her voice clear and bright: "Greetings to Her Majesty the Empress, and please have some tea, Mother Consort."

The empress is the mother of the nation, and naturally, she is Song Wenjun's nominal mother.

Beside her, the nanny brought over scalding hot tea and said sternly, "Your Highness, you must hold the teacup steady. It would be very unlucky to break it."