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

Song Wenjun looked slightly embarrassed when asked this question.

She and Xiao Nanzhi did have a very good relationship, but she betrayed Xiao Nanzhi's trust.

Whenever she thought of Xiao Nanzhi's desperate eyes, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you answer me?" Xiao Nanzhi asked again.

Song Wenjun forced a smile: "Yes, we have a very good relationship. I've always treated you like a younger sister."

Xiao Nanzhi laughed: "I knew it! No wonder you seem so friendly to my sister-in-law."

The more she acted this way, the more pain Song Wenjun felt inside.

She would rather Xiao Nanzhi not smiled at her like that, or even speak ill of her, because that would make her feel better.

However, whether before or after losing her memory, Xiao Nanzhi remained the same to her, and Song Wenjun felt that she could no longer treat her the same way as before.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't.

How could she smile at Xiao Nanzhi as if nothing had happened after hurting her?

She doesn't deserve Xiao Nanzhi's kindness.

Song Wenjun went to the palace today only to check on Xiao Nanzhi's recovery. She was relieved to see that Xiao Nanzhi was well.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." After saying this, Song Wenjun left the palace as if she were fleeing.

Xiao Nanzhi looked at her retreating figure with a puzzled expression and asked the palace maid beside her, "Did my sister-in-law treat me like this before? She said we had a very good relationship, but I can't feel it at all."

The palace maid dared not reply, and kept her head down in silence.

Xiao Nanzhi did not get the answer she wanted, but she did not stubbornly ask again.

The eldest princess walked over from the side, and she ran over with a cheer: "Mother!"

Her innocent and adorable appearance melted the princess's heart.

Touching her soft hair, the princess smiled and said, "Mother has told you many times that you must not be so childish anymore. You are a princess, you must act like one, you must be dignified..."

"I know, I know, Mother. You just want me to act like a proper young lady, don't you?" Before the princess could finish speaking, Xiao Nanzhi interrupted her.

She sighed helplessly, "But I like it this way. What's the fun in life if you're like a wooden doll?"

The eldest princess knew she couldn't say anything to her, so she gently tapped her forehead and said, "You're just like a little rascal."

At this point, the princess's smile faded slightly. Looking at Xiao Nanzhi's fair face, she tentatively asked, "Nanzhi, you've grown up and it's time for you to get married. The King of Dongling has already asked the Emperor for your hand in marriage and will be arriving in the capital soon. Are you willing to go?"

The eldest princess looked at Xiao Nanzhi with concern, but there was not a trace of reluctance on her face.

A hint of anticipation even shone in her large eyes: "Is Dongling Kingdom big? Does it have any good food or fun activities?"

This question left the princess speechless.

Just a few days ago, Xiao Nanzhi was on the verge of death, but now she's full of energy again.

Looking at her lively and energetic daughter, she felt a sudden pang of heartache.

Then, meeting Xiao Nanzhi's expectant gaze, he nodded: "Good, very good. The King of Dongling has asked for your hand in marriage. Once you marry him, you will be the Empress, second only to the King, and you can have whatever you want."

Will the daughter ever see her mother again?

The eldest princess smiled and said, "If you wish to see me, I will come to you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Nanzhi smiled and nodded emphatically: "I'll marry him."

She used to refuse any marriage alliance, no matter what she tried, and even the eldest princess couldn't persuade her.

But now that Xiao Nanzhi has said she's willing to marry him, she can't feel at ease at all.

Even though her daughter agreed, why is she still so upset?

The princess's eyes immediately reddened, and despite her efforts to hold back, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Seeing this, Xiao Nanzhi hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears: "Mother, why are you crying for no reason? I am going to be an empress, not a prisoner. Besides, we can see each other often, right? You said that you would come to see me whenever I miss you."

“If Mother finds this inconvenient, why don’t you stay in Dongling as well? I’ve heard that it’s spring-like there all year round, so Mother’s legs won’t hurt in winter.”

Xiao Nanzhi was so sensible and obedient, but the princess cried even harder.

She hugged Xiao Nanzhi tightly, bursting into tears: "My daughter, my daughter..."

If it weren't for dire circumstances, who would willingly marry their daughter off to such a distant place, causing separation from their family?

Xiao Nanzhi was bewildered as the princess embraced her. Thinking that her mother must be feeling sorry for her, she happily hugged the princess back.

……

Two months later.

A sudden gust of wind, carrying the crisp chill of early winter, bursts into the world, sweeping across the streets and alleys.

Song Wenjun was three and a half months pregnant, but her abdomen was still flat.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell that she's pregnant at all.

Xiao Ji held her waist, looking her over from left to right, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Why isn't there any bump at all? Where did all that food go?"

Song Wenjun can eat and sleep well now, but she hasn't gained any weight.

Xiao Ji was so worried. When would he be able to touch the little belly he had been longing for day and night?

Song Wenjun slapped his groping hand away and glared at him, annoyed: "It's only been three months, how could you have a big belly? It should be at least five or six months."

"Then you should eat more so the baby can grow faster." Xiao Ji rubbed his hands together, wishing Song Wenjun could eat eight meals a day.

He was so eager to experience the wonder of fetal movement.

Seeing his naive and unsophisticated manner, Song Wenjun had no desire to speak to him anymore.

She reached out to push Xiao Ji, but he didn't move.

He even shamelessly pulled her closer to him, chuckled knowingly, and said, "It's been three months, the pregnancy is stable, so perhaps we can..."

He kept grumbling and wouldn't let go; how could Song Wenjun not know what he meant?

She bit her lip, looking troubled.

Xiao Ji is in his prime; it would be too cruel to make him fast for ten months.

After thinking for a moment, Song Wenjun made a difficult decision: "Husband, I want to discuss something with you."

Xiao Ji blinked at her like a puppy: "Why do you need to discuss things with me? I'm not the one who makes the decisions in our family. You can do whatever you want."

"Well, you said it yourself."

"Of course it was me who said it. Besides, do I have the right to interfere in our family affairs? Haven't you always been the one in charge?" Xiao Ji still held Song Wenjun and coaxed her gently, "Can we sleep together tonight?"

Seeing how hard he was trying to hold back, Song Wenjun nodded somewhat reluctantly.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ji was so happy he almost jumped up: "Wait for me, I'll go take a bath right now."

After saying that, he ran off like a child who had just received candy.

Song Wenjun looked conflicted, but she still made up her mind: "Zhishu, go and call Peony in..."