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

Xiao Ji left home in a huff, without alerting anyone, and naturally without taking his servant with him.

He lingered near the Prince's Mansion for a while, but when he didn't see Song Wenjun chasing after him, he became even angrier.

He thought to himself that the loud noise should have alerted her.

She knew she was angry but didn't come out, which means she doesn't care about me.

He felt an indescribable sense of loss, even more disheartened than if he had lost a battle.

After a moment of wild speculation, he suddenly realized that he was dispensable in Song Wenjun's heart.

It's like a sincere heart was wasted on a dog.

"Song Wenjun, Song Wenjun, don't you have a heart?"

After gazing at the wall in melancholy for a long time, Xiao Ji resolutely left.

Little did he know that Song Wenjun came out right after he left.

The weather in mid-October was already bitterly cold, with the cold wind blowing straight into your bones.

Xiao Ji wandered aimlessly, and by the time he came to his senses, he was already on the streets of Chang'an.

The streets were deserted; there wasn't a soul in sight.

But from the music hall came the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments, faintly mixed with women's laughter and men's voices.

Xiao Ji shook his head as he looked at the music hall; he had always disdained coming to such places.

Just as he was about to leave, someone gently patted his shoulder.

He turned around, and a large, square face appeared before him.

"Your Highness, it really is you!" The man exclaimed with delight, his eyes shining as he looked at Xiao Ji, filled with admiration.

Seeing the confusion in Xiao Ji's eyes, he quickly pointed to himself and said, "Your Highness, you've forgotten, it's me, Zhao Yu."

"Zhao Yu?" Xiao Ji searched his memory and had a vague recollection of him.

He remembered who it was: "It's you."

Zhao Yu was a tea merchant. Once, while selling tea, he encountered robbers but was fortunately rescued by Xiao Ji.

He had been living in Jiangnan for a while and only recently arrived in the capital.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Xiao Ji as soon as I arrived here.

Upon seeing him, Zhao Yu was extremely excited: "Your Highness, I've finally met you! You are my savior. Today I'm treating you to a meal, so please do me the honor. Come on, let's go inside and have a couple of drinks."

He warmly invited Xiao Ji to walk into the music hall, even though Xiao Ji was feeling quite annoyed.

Seeing his warm invitation, she couldn't refuse and had no choice but to follow him inside.

Zhao Yu requested a private room and a table full of fine wine and dishes.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, several brightly dressed women entered, each with bare chests and waists. Xiao Ji choked on his wine before he could even swallow a sip.

He choked, his face turned red, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He was too embarrassed to even look at those beautiful women.

But because of his pride as a man, he was too embarrassed to refuse.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Yu couldn't help but find it amusing.

The King of Chu is already married, so why does he still act like a young man?

What man doesn't come to places like this?

The thought of him wandering the streets late at night evoked a sense of sympathy, and I immediately guessed why he was alone on the street.

She probably had a fight with her partner at home and came out for some fresh air.

Zhao Yu raised his wine cup and smiled at Xiao Ji, saying, "Your Highness, I would like to offer you a toast."

The women were quite sensible; seeing that no one asked them to come forward and serve, they picked up their musical instruments and began to play.

Only one woman with a slender waist was left to dance in the middle.

For a moment, the room was filled with the aroma of wine and food, like a paradise.

Xiao Ji raised his wine glass and clinked it with Zhao Yu's. After a few drinks, his blood warmed up and a rosy glow rose on his face.

Perhaps he had something on his mind, for a hint of melancholy appeared on his face.

Although the place was filled with the aroma of wine and the warmth of the surroundings, Xiao Ji was not happy at all.

He couldn't understand why Song Wenjun wanted to take a concubine for him; he would rather that person be his mother or the emperor.

How could it be Song Wenjun?

Judging from his expression, Zhao Yu vaguely guessed what was going on.

He slowly reached out, gently grasped the exquisite wine pot, and carefully lifted it.

Then, with an elegant tilt of the pitcher, the clear, transparent wine, like a silvery stream, steadily poured into the glass in front of him.

After completing this action, Zhao Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he said softly, "Your Highness, seeing how worried you are, you must have many troubles on your mind. If you trust me, you might as well tell me, and perhaps I can help you untangle these knots in your heart."

It should be noted that Xiao Ji would never easily reveal his family's secrets to others.

However, things are different today, because the person before me is Zhao Yu.

This person is not a local of Beijing; he is only making a brief stop here.

Even if I told him about those family matters, I don't think it would cause much of a stir.

So, taking advantage of the alcohol, Xiao Ji chuckled and then, slightly drunk, murmured, "Brother Zhao, do you think that if a woman truly loves a man, would she be so heartless as to push him into the arms of another woman?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu's face immediately revealed a cryptic and meaningful smile. He leaned closer and lowered his voice, replying, "Oh, so that's how it is... In my opinion, we need to analyze the specific circumstances. As for whether that woman loves you or not, others may not know, but Brother Xiao, surely you have some idea in your heart?"

"If she loves you, she will put you at the center of everything and think only of you. If she doesn't like you, she won't care about your feelings. Don't you think so?"

Xiao Ji frowned and thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to be true.

Song Wenjun showed him great care and concern, attending to every little detail.

She managed the household perfectly, giving him no worries.

He had complete confidence in Song Wenjun.

But he just couldn't understand why Song Wenjun would try to force him to have other women when she clearly had feelings for him.

Does that mean their feelings for each other aren't deep enough?

Seeing that Xiao Ji had taken it to heart, Zhao Yu added, "Actually, whether a woman loves you or not can be known simply by testing her."

Xiao Ji's face showed a hint of doubt: "Try?"

“Yes, give it a try.” Zhao Yu chuckled and offered him a suggestion: “If this woman gets jealous, then she definitely has feelings for you; if not…”

Zhao Yu didn't say anything more, because Xiao Ji understood.

Yes, he could try Song Wenjun.

But she's not here right now, and I can't just go back looking dejected.

Just then, the dancer finished her dance and sat down right next to Xiao Ji: "Young master, I'd like to offer you a toast."

Just as Xiao Ji was about to send the man away, he saw Zhao Yu staring intently ahead, his eyes filled with infatuation: "I never expected there to be such a beautiful woman in the capital. She is dignified and elegant, and her wealth is unmatched."

"How strange, how could there be such a woman in a music hall?"

Xiao Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked over, only to see Song Wenjun, along with Xu Mama and Zhishu, standing five or six meters away from him, quietly watching him.