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

Shangguan Yulan froze on the spot, even though she was the one who had been hurt.

But why did she get divorced, and why is she the one being criticized?

What did she do wrong?

Tears streamed down her face; she could almost foresee what the future held.

It was simply that her mother would persuade her to return to the Earl's mansion for the sake of her younger brother's marriage.

Then they'll say some meaningless things, like, "Once a woman gets married, she belongs to her husband's family, and her own family shouldn't interfere in her affairs."

Ultimately, what the Lan family cares about most is their younger brother.

Shangguan Yulan felt a tightness in her chest. Did women have no way to survive after marriage?

This time Qi Jin went all out, but what about next time?

How will he treat himself?

Shangguan Yulan didn't react for a long time, which made Qi Jin and Madam Qi panic.

I thought she was easy to control, but I didn't expect her to show her true colors now.

What does this silence mean? Is it a prelude to a counterattack?

Madam Qi's eyes darted around, and she unleashed her trump card.

She cried out and fell to the ground, clutching her handkerchief and sobbing, "It's my fault for not having this blessing. I failed to discipline my son and hurt my daughter-in-law. I'm the one who deserves to die the most."

Qi Jin quickly played the good cop: "Mother, it's all my fault. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

Shangguan Yulan frowned. What were these two trying to do, singing in unison?

They looked as if they were the ones who were injured.

"Yulan, please forgive Jin'er just this once. I promise he will never dare to lay a hand on me again. Please give him a chance." Madam Qi pleaded, clutching Shangguan Yulan's clothes tightly.

Qi Jin nodded repeatedly: "I'm a bastard, I deserve to die, hit me, Yulan, I can't live without you..."

As he spoke, he hugged Shangguan Yulan's leg and began to sob.

The two argued until Shangguan Yulan had a headache. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, closed her eyes, and said, "Get out. Let me have some peace and quiet."

Qi Jin and Madam Qi exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.

But in his eyes, a look of disgust appeared.

They really don't know what's good for them. They've begged her so much, and she still won't let it go. What does she want?

"Yulan." Qi Jin called her again, and Shangguan Yulan growled, "Get out."

Qi Jin trembled, then pulled Madam Qi out without another word.

Once outside, Madam Qi angrily flicked her sleeves and muttered under her breath, "What kind of thing is this, daring to give us attitude?"

"Mother, she's just in an awkward position right now. Let's be patient with her for a couple of days. Once she calms down, she won't be so resentful anymore."

Madam Qi thought about it and agreed: "Alright, let's leave her out for a few days."

Then he instructed Qi Jin: "It was so hard to coax her, so you must not go out these next few days and keep her coaxed."

Qi Jin nodded: "I understand, Mother."

……

Song Wenjun had been busy with the shop's business these past few days. When she went out, she saw a new shop opening on the street—a teahouse.

Below, many people stopped to watch.

Xiao Tao peeked out but immediately pulled back in: "What bad luck, it's Madam Lan's shop."

Song Wenjun understood; it must be the ten shops given by the Qi family.

Since the old lady spent most of her time in the mansion and she didn't have the energy to manage it, she simply handed the shop over to Madam Lan to help her manage it.

Mrs. Xu said indignantly, "Such a mother is rare indeed. Her daughter suffered such a great injustice, yet she still remarried her to the Qi family and made money with these ten shops. What's the difference between this and eating human blood buns?"

Song Wenjun remained silent; she had no intention of getting involved in the Lan family's affairs at all.

It has nothing to do with her.

The carriage stopped in front of the clothing shop, and Song Wenjun, wearing a veiled hat, stepped out of the carriage.

As the weather gradually turns cooler, Yan Yan has also grown taller.

She couldn't wear his clothes from last year anymore, so she wanted to sew two new outfits for him herself.

As the group entered the shop, the shopkeeper, seeing Song Wenjun dressed in fine clothes, hurriedly came forward to greet her: "What kind of fabric would this lady like to buy?"

"It should be soft and gentle on the skin, suitable for children."

"Madam, you may take a look at our silk brocade. It is the smoothest and softest, and is specially made for children."

Song Wenjun nodded, and the shopkeeper then led her to see the cloth.

Just then, a sweet, delicate voice rang out: "Shopkeeper, bring me the best fabric in your shop."

A woman with a seductive appearance and frivolous manner walked in.

The woman had a seductive smile on her face, and her waist swayed as she walked, clearly indicating that she frequented brothels.

Her identity is self-evident.

The shopkeeper's face showed displeasure; his shop was exclusively for wealthy ladies and young ladies.

How can he do business if this woman walks in so ostentatiously?

Just as he was about to rush out, he saw the woman take out a gold ingot, and the shopkeeper's eyes widened.

Most women in brothels are dependent on wealthy young men, but few are this extravagant.

It seems that this person has managed to curry favor with the son of a wealthy family.

The shopkeeper's expression immediately changed, and he bowed and scraped as he welcomed the woman in, saying, "Miss, please feel free to look around."

The woman wore a disdainful smile, as if she had already anticipated the shopkeeper's attitude.

Her slender fingers traced the fabrics in the shop one by one, then she slowly shook her head: "They're all cheap stuff, what's there to see?"

Suddenly, her eyes looked in Song Wenjun's direction, and her eyes lit up: "Hey, this one is not bad."

The woman walked up to Song Wenjun, reached for the silk brocade, and said frivolously, "This is perfect for making a bellyband. Please wrap this up for me, boss."

Xiao Tao immediately stepped forward to stop her: "Excuse me, this piece of cloth is what my wife has her eye on."

"You didn't pay any money. Since you didn't pay any money, it's naturally whoever paid it, and it belongs to them." The woman looked smug, her eyes filled with contempt.

Before Xiao Tao could say anything more, Song Wenjun stopped her: "Let's look at something else."

As I passed by the woman, she scoffed, "Poor wretch."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun stopped and looked thoughtfully at the top of the woman's head.

The woman felt uneasy under her cold gaze and said, her voice trembling with fear, "What are you looking at?"

Song Wenjun asked calmly, "May I ask, Miss, where did you get that hairpin in your hair? It's quite unique."

Xiao Tao followed Song Wenjun's gaze and couldn't help but gasp.

This hairpin was clearly part of Song Wenjun's dowry to Shangguan Yulan.

Out of sisterly affection, she gave her only the most precious things.

Such hairpins and headdresses are worth a thousand gold pieces.

Such valuable items are only worn at palace banquets or on important occasions.

Shangguan Yulan should know the importance of jewelry, and she certainly wouldn't show it to others easily under normal circumstances.

If that's the case, how did this frivolous woman manage to get it?