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

After taking a bath, Xiao Ji casually dried his wet hair with a towel and slowly walked into the room.

A faint fragrance filled the room, the scent of incense that Song Wenjun liked.

The dim, yellow light shone through the lampshade, making the whole room appear exceptionally quiet and mysterious.

Xiao Ji squinted, trying to adjust to the dim light.

Finally, he could vaguely make out the outline of the blurry figure on the bed.

The figure was lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket, with long, flowing hair cascading down the pillow.

A fair arm can be seen peeking out through the gauze curtain.

Xiao Ji felt a surge of joy and thought to himself, "I never expected that Song Wenjun, a woman who is usually so dignified and quiet, would be so romantic tonight."

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and his steps became lighter as he walked towards the bedside.

He sat gently on the edge of the bed, just about to touch Song Wenjun's hand.

She suddenly stood up and hugged his neck, which surprised Xiao Ji slightly.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the woman in his arms pressed herself tightly against him.

Immediately, Xiao Ji's eyes turned cold.

He shoved the woman aside and coldly questioned, "How dare you! Who let you in?"

Peony was surprised that Xiao Ji recognized her as not being Song Wenjun so quickly, considering the prince's usual coldness.

Startled, she knelt on the bed, clutching the blanket, and said in a soft voice, "Your Highness, please calm down. It was the Princess who sent me to serve you..."

"Your Highness?" Xiao Ji's eyes narrowed dangerously.

He suddenly remembered what Song Wenjun had asked him earlier, saying that she had something to discuss with him.

Xiao Ji never expected that Song Wenjun meant to take a concubine for him.

He was so angry that his temples throbbed and his brain throbbed with pain.

"Get out, get out..." Xiao Ji suddenly lost his temper, and Shaoyao was so frightened that she hurriedly wrapped herself in the quilt and left.

Inside the room, Xiao Ji paced back and forth angrily, gritting his teeth as he said, "What a Chu Princess, what a Song Wenjun."

He desperately wanted to find Song Wenjun right now and ask her what she really thought of him.

But when she thought about how she was pregnant and couldn't stand being treated like this, she could only swallow her anger and resentment.

Xiao Ji kicked the table to pieces, then dressed and strode out of the room.

Song Wenjun stared blankly at the ground inside the room, feeling uneasy about making this decision.

But she was a princess, the mistress of the royal household.

Even if she doesn't mention the Emperor and Consort Ning, they will eventually have to. Rather than being brought up by them, she might as well take the initiative.

Xiao Ji should be asleep by now.

Even though it was her suggestion, the thought of Xiao Ji lying in bed with another woman made her heart ache so much she could hardly breathe.

Song Wenjun blinked, forcing back the overflowing heat.

She had already prepared herself mentally when she married Xiao Ji.

But when that day actually came, she found it hard to accept.

Tears unknowingly streamed down her face. Zhishu took a handkerchief and said softly, "Your Highness, please wipe your face."

Although she hadn't known Song Wenjun for long, Song Wenjun was the kindest of all the masters she had ever met.

She was approachable and kind to her servants.

The princess is wonderful in every way, except that she's a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to romance.

Zhi Shu wanted to offer advice, but didn't know where to begin.

Madam Xu brought in ginseng tea and saw Song Wenjun still sitting in the chair with her hand supporting her forehead. She sighed and stepped forward, saying, "Your Highness, it's time to rest."

Song Wenjun shook her head: "I'm not sleepy yet."

Does her mother not know whether she's sleepy or not?

In the past, she would have someone prepare water for washing up as soon as it got dark.

The reason she's not sleepy today is because her heart is with the prince.

"It's not that this old servant is being nosy, but the Princess really shouldn't have pushed the Prince to another woman's side." Mama Xu also disapproved of Song Wenjun's actions; other mistresses would try every means to win over their husbands.

Her princess, on the other hand, took the initiative to arrange for the prince to take concubines.

Song Wenjun blinked, her nose tingling slightly: "Aunt Xu, do you also think I did something wrong?"

"This old servant dares not comment on the Princess, but this old servant feels that the Princess has failed the Prince's deep affection. This old servant has seen countless couples but has never seen a man who would cherish the Princess as the apple of his eye. The Prince's deep affection for the Princess is a testament to heaven and earth."

Song Wenjun felt inexplicably nervous after hearing what Xu's mother said.

She glanced at the sky outside, then jumped up. Just as she was about to walk toward Xiao Ji's study, she saw someone enter through the door.

It is a peony.

Peony, with tears streaming down her face, knelt at her feet: "Your Highness, I have failed you in your trust."

Song Wenjun was stunned for a moment: "Your Highness, he, he didn't?"

Peony shook her head with red eyes: "The prince threw a huge tantrum and slammed the door as he left."

"Has the prince left?" Madam Xu asked anxiously.

Peony nodded fearfully, gently wiping away the tears that kept sliding down her cheeks.

Despite being a lowly servant, she was still a delicate woman after all!

However, what was chilling was that there was not a trace of lust in the eyes of the incomparably noble Xiao Ji when he looked at her.

All that remained was a deep sense of hatred and disgust.

Such indifference and heartlessness would undoubtedly be a great humiliation and hurt to any woman.

Standing to the side, Song Wenjun couldn't help but panic. She asked anxiously, "Where exactly did the Prince go?"

Peony sobbed as she replied, "Your Highness, this servant truly does not know..."

Upon hearing this answer, Song Wenjun's heart was instantly filled with unease and she found it difficult to calm down.

At this moment, her feelings were extremely complex.

There was a sense of relief because Xiao Ji hadn't done anything excessive to Shaoyao; but at the same time, there was also great tension and worry because he was so angry that he ran away from home.

Xiao Ji had never been so angry before, which showed that he was extremely upset.

Song Wenjun helplessly rubbed her forehead. She was wrong, she was really wrong.

Mother Xu is right; it was she who broke Xiao Ji's heart.

As dusk fell, a breeze picked up, and a thin fog descended upon the night.

A chilly wind swept through the frigid air, causing Song Wenjun to shiver involuntarily.

The chill seeped through the fabric and into my skin; even my bones felt cold.

As the cold wind blew, Song Wenjun's mind gradually cleared up.

If you make a mistake, you should correct it.

She was going to find Xiao Ji and apologize to him properly.

"Zhishu, prepare the carriage. This princess is going out for a while."

Zhi Shu seemed to have guessed Song Wenjun's intention. She respectfully responded and then instructed someone to prepare the carriage.

Xu's mother did not stop her, but silently brought a thick cloak and put it on Song Wenjun.

He took two more hot water bottles and followed behind Song Wenjun.