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

Qin Qing was taken aback by Song Wenjun's direct question. She paused for a moment, blushed, and couldn't bring herself to say "yes."

For a moment, her face turned bright red from holding it in.

Song Wenjun stared at her anxiously, afraid that Qin Qing would utter the words "unwilling".

Qin Qing blushed deeply when Song Wenjun stared at her intently.

Finally, when she was forced into a corner, she nodded shyly.

Seeing her nod, Song Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done, isn't it?"

"I'm sending someone to deliver a message to my maternal grandmother right now, telling her to prepare the betrothal gifts. She's desperate to have a grandson, so the marriage will definitely be settled as soon as possible. Qin Qing, is there anything else you want?"

Qin Qing shook her head: "No."

She was an orphan and grew up without anyone to love or care for her.

I'm content to have a home now.

Song Wenjun was so happy she didn't know what to say: "If you have no objections, then I will take care of everything for you. After all, you are my sister, and I will definitely not let you suffer."

Qin Qing nodded: "With my sister taking care of things for me, I naturally have no objections."

Song Wenjun then remembered something else: "Tian Qi and Xiao Tao's marriage has also been arranged. Perhaps your two families can even hold their weddings on the same day."

"Xiao Tao?" Qin Qing's eyes lit up, and her face was also full of joy: "She and Tian Qi are a good match. The two of them together are a delightful bickering couple."

Song Wenjun nodded in agreement, and then sent someone to deliver a message to the general's mansion.

Sure enough, when Madam Ma heard the news, she was so happy she couldn't stop smiling.

They immediately matched the two people's birth dates and then sent a matchmaker to propose marriage.

Although the two were in love, they still went through all the usual procedures.

The betrothal gifts amounted to sixty-eight loads.

The large red chests almost filled the entire courtyard of the Chu King's mansion.

Once the process was completed, the date was set.

It will be on the eighth day of this month.

The eighth day of the eighth lunar month is an auspicious day.

Tian Qi and Xiao Tao were originally planning to set a date next month.

Seeing how quickly Qin Qing had made progress, the two discussed it and set the date for the eighth day of this month.

Although it was a bit rushed, thankfully everything was prepared.

The following days were spent cleaning the courtyard and preparing to welcome the newlyweds.

The wedding attire for Xiao Tao and Qin Qing was designed by Song Wenjun.

A dozen or so embroiderers worked day and night to finish the wedding dress in just three days.

Although it wasn't Song Wenjun who got married, she was even busier than if she had gotten married herself.

We need to take all aspects into account.

Despite feeling nauseous, Xiao Ji still had to constantly come up with ideas for her, and he lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

Seeing how hard he was working, Song Wenjun said, "Go back and rest. It's not like I can't handle it."

Xiao Ji looked apologetic and pitifully held Song Wenjun's hand: "Although I know you can manage, could you please take a look at me in your spare time?"

Song Wenjun felt very sorry for his pitiful appearance.

He then took the time to stay by Xiao Ji's side.

It seems that with Song Wenjun around, Xiao Ji's symptoms were alleviated.

He was even able to get up and handle official business. Seeing his energetic appearance, Song Wenjun couldn't help but wonder: "Are you really in pain or just pretending?"

Xiao Ji clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain: "Even if I'm feeling terrible, I still have to handle official business. Tian Qi is busy with his wedding right now, and I'm clearly short-handed. I'm not used to using other people, so I have to do it myself."

On his desk was a stack of official documents.

I don't know how long it will take to see.

Song Wenjun saw that he was sweating profusely and knew that he was enduring a lot of hardship.

She brought him some hot tea and said, "Don't push yourself too hard. Take a break if you're tired."

Xiao Ji smiled at Song Wenjun and said, "As long as you're with me, I'm not tired."

As the two were talking, a guard came in from outside and reported: "Your Highness, urgent report."

The guards looked serious, which made Song Wenjun look tense as well.

She couldn't help but walk up to Xiao Ji, wanting to read the letter.

Xiao Ji glanced at the letter and then put it away.

Song Wenjun looked puzzled: "What happened?"

"There's a small problem at the border. You stay home and rest. I'm going out for a bit." Xiao Ji didn't want Song Wenjun to see the letter, not because he didn't trust her.

On the contrary, he was protecting Song Wenjun.

Song Wenjun didn't mind; instead, she was puzzled.

What on earth happened that made Xiao Ji so anxious?

Xiao Ji did not return even after waiting until the third watch of the night. Seeing that Song Wenjun was still forcing herself to stay strong, Xiao Tao couldn't help but advise, "Your Highness, you should go and rest. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to take it."

Song Wenjun touched her lower abdomen and did not refute.

Yes, she's pregnant now, so even if she doesn't take care of herself, she has to take care of the children.

She nodded and lay down on the bed.

Xiao Tao helped her fall asleep before leaving.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Wenjun smelled a chilling, frosty scent.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiao Ji sitting at the head of the bed.

He stared blankly ahead, looking utterly defeated.

As soon as Song Wenjun made a slight movement, Xiao Ji snapped out of his daze and turned to face her with a smile on his face: "Did I wake you up?"

The sky outside the window was already turning white; Xiao Ji had been busy all night.

His hair was also a little messy.

A few strands of hair fell across his forehead. Song Wenjun saw that he was smiling, but his eyes were full of sorrow.

"What happened?"

If not for a major upheaval, Xiao Ji would never have become like this.

Song Wenjun took a coat and draped it over him, only to find that Xiao Ji's body was as cold as ice.

When she leaned closer, Xiao Ji deliberately stepped back, tears welling in his eyes: "Don't let the cold air get to you."

Song Wenjun waited for him, waiting for Xiao Ji to speak first.

After a silence lasting about an incense stick's time, Xiao Ji's deep voice slowly broke the silence in the night: "Bai Shu... he's dead..."

Song Wenjun's heart skipped a beat, and the image of that man, as pure and gentle as a breeze and the bright moon, involuntarily appeared before her eyes.

He didn't talk much, and people around him didn't even notice his presence.

However, he was Xiao Ji's most capable subordinate, even a brother who would risk his life for him.

The mere four words, "Bai Shu is dead," threw Xiao Ji into a panic.

Song Wenjun knew this kind of excruciating pain, and it seemed superfluous for her to say anything at this moment.

All she could do was hold Xiao Ji in her arms and offer him silent comfort.

Xiao Ji held Song Wenjun tightly, as if he could only draw warmth from her embrace.

In the darkness, a suppressed sound escaped from his throat. Song Wenjun gently patted his back, her nose tingling with emotion.

A sense of sorrow silently spread through the room. After what seemed like an eternity, Xiao Ji finally released Song Wenjun: "It was me, it was me who ruined him..."

If he hadn't sent Bai Shu to the border on such a dangerous mission, he wouldn't have died in battle.

Song Wenjun asked, "Is the news reliable?"