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

Xiao Ling covered her face and fell to the ground, landing right at Xiao Yin's feet.

With red-rimmed eyes, she looked at Xiao Yin, and her weak and pitiful appearance immediately captured his heart.

Furthermore, since this whole thing was Su Rongrong's fault, not only did she not repent, but she even dared to lose her temper. How could Xiao Yin tolerate her?

He helped Xiao Ling up and felt heartbroken when he saw her swollen cheeks.

Turning back, he angrily rebuked Su Rongrong: "Why didn't you just talk things out? Why did you resort to violence?"

He clearly favored Xiao Ling, which infuriated Su Rongrong: "She was the one who mocked me. As the principal wife, what's wrong with me teaching her a lesson? Does the Crown Prince intend to favor his concubine over his wife?"

The phrase "favoring the concubine and neglecting the wife" fueled Xiao Yin's anger even more: "How dare you! Even if she is wrong, as the Crown Princess, you should be tolerant. It is unbecoming of you to hit her in front of so many people."

"I haven't settled accounts with you for what happened today. You should think about how to quell your father's anger."

After Xiao Yin finished speaking, he pulled Xiao Ling away.

Su Rongrong slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the empty hall.

How did a perfectly happy occasion turn into a disaster?

After Song Wenjun returned to the Prince's Mansion, Xiao Ji ordered the gates to be closed.

Then, he grabbed Song Wenjun's wrist and hurriedly led her inside.

Seeing his mysterious expression, Song Wenjun couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter that's so urgent?"

“Yesterday, one of my subordinates brought over two deer, which I had put in the ice cellar. These things don’t keep for very long. Today I finally have some free time, so I asked the servants to prepare some good wine. Let’s have a nice barbecue at home.”

Song Wenjun smiled, realizing that Xiao Ji truly remembered every one of her hobbies.

Knowing that she loved roasted venison, he would often get her some to satisfy her craving.

The platform was set up in the backyard, with a pavilion, a rockery, and a pond.

It was almost autumn, and the weather was no longer as hot as summer.

Against the backdrop of blooming flowers and verdant willows, it possesses a unique charm.

The mild climate is very pleasant.

Xiao Ji directed his servants to make arrangements, while Song Wenjun sat in the pavilion watching.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired today, but I feel a bit exhausted these past few days.

Song Wenjun yawned, and upon seeing this, Mama Xu asked, "Is Your Highness sleepy?"

Not wanting to spoil Xiao Ji's mood, Song Wenjun shook her head: "It's alright, I'm still waiting to eat roast meat."

Xiao Ji had a deer divided into two parts. One half was sent to the Prince of Nanyang's residence, and the other half was sent to Old Madam Ma.

I'll eat the last one myself.

Before long, the meat was skewered and placed on the grill.

Tianqi and Xiaotao each took turns skewering meat and grilling it.

Soon, the aroma of meat wafted out.

"Wow, it smells so good." Song Wenjun sniffed, feeling her stomach rumbling with hunger.

Xiao Ji handed her the tenderest part, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."

Song Wenjun ate in small bites, her mouth filled with the delicious aroma.

But as she ate, she frowned, listlessly put down the meat skewers, and covered her nose.

Seeing that she had stopped eating, Xiao Ji asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's too fishy." Song Wenjun quickly waved her hand: "Take it away."

Xiao Ji picked up the leftovers and took a bite, puzzled. "It's not fishy at all, just like before."

"No, no, it smells so fishy." Song Wenjun's brows furrowed, and Xiao Ji, seeing that she wasn't joking, quickly moved the meat skewers away.

Song Wenjun held her forehead with her hand, looking like she was in great pain.

Her stomach was churning violently, so she got up and said to everyone, "You all eat, I'm going to take a nap."

Xiao Ji was worried about letting her go back alone, so he caught up with her and grabbed her hand: "What happened? Should we call a royal physician to take a look?"

Qin Qing had been taking care of her uncle at her original residence, but Xiao Ji was worried about the family physician, so he suggested going to the palace to find the imperial physician.

Song Wenjun hurriedly said, "No, Father is probably furious about the Qi Prince's Mansion right now. If you go to the palace now, you'll be walking right into a trap."

“But you look pale, how can I be at ease?” Xiao Ji frowned with heartache. “So what if Father scolds me? It’s not like I’ll lose a piece of my flesh.”

The two chatted as they walked until they reached the room.

Song Wenjun felt even more exhausted after lying down on the bed. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she wanted to sleep.

But Xiao Ji shamelessly persisted, saying, "I'm sleepy too, let's go together."

"Aren't you going to eat the barbecue?" Song Wenjun's eyelids were heavy with sleepiness, and she was already struggling to stay awake and talk to Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji covered her with a thin blanket, his laughter low and deep: "It's just a barbecue, nothing is more important than you."

After he finished speaking, Song Wenjun did not respond. He looked down and found that she had fallen asleep.

Xiao Ji paused slightly, then murmured, "Is it really that tiring?"

He lay down quietly, not daring to make a sound.

Song Wenjun slept until the afternoon, and when she woke up it was already dark.

There was no one around.

When I touched the bed, it was cold.

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Tao came forward and helped Song Wenjun up: "Your Highness, you're awake."

After a good night's sleep, Song Wenjun felt refreshed and invigorated.

"The prince has gone to the palace and specifically instructed me not to wake the princess." Xiao Tao's eyes were full of envy, and Song Wenjun looked at Xiao Tao with a look of relief.

In his previous life, this girl didn't have a good life with him.

In this life, I must find her a good home.

“Xiao Tao, you’re seventeen this year, right?” Song Wenjun suddenly said.

Xiao Tao nodded: "Mm."

"You're seventeen now, it's time for you to get married, I shouldn't be so selfish as to keep you around any longer."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Tao froze, her eyes reddening: "Your Highness, are you sending me away?"

Song Wenjun gently shook her head: "How could it be to drive you away?"

She took Xiao Tao's hand and said, "You and Tian Qi are in love. Even if you get married, you'll live in the mansion. Wouldn't it be better to get married sooner?"

Xiao Tao blushed slightly and said coquettishly, "Who wants to marry that silly goose?"

Judging from her expression, Song Wenjun knew that she had not guessed wrong.

She chuckled softly, "Yes, that silly goose Tian Qi thinks of you whenever he has something good to eat or fun to do. He turned down all the marriage proposals he was offered to marry you, and he offended a lot of people for it. What else could he be but a silly goose?"

"If you ask me, he should be more tactful and accept all those marriage proposals while taking his time to choose..."

Xiao Tao immediately became anxious: "Your Highness, how could you do this?"

"What about me?" Song Wenjun teased her deliberately: "Tian Qi is already twenty-two this year. Other people his age already have kids running around, but this silly goose has been waiting for you and hasn't dared to mention it to me."

Xiao Tao bit her lip, her face flushed.

She knew why Tian Qi didn't dare to stop her, after all, Song Wenjun was a first-time bride.

If he marries Xiaotao, Song Wenjun will have no one to serve her.

Presumably, this was also an order from Xiao Ji, deliberately suppressing Tian Qi.

Otherwise, given his personality, he would have come to propose marriage long ago.