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

Song Wenjun slowly got up, and Xiao Ji followed behind her like a dog's tail, obediently returning to the mansion.

On the way back, he kept pestering Song Wenjun, asking her, "Are you really going to put women in my life?"

Song Wenjun felt guilty about this matter.

Seeing Xiao Ji's hurt expression, she touched his face and said, "I was wrong about this. I shouldn't have just given you a woman. I don't feel good about it either."

In fact, Song Wenjun regretted it as soon as the peony was put in.

As a woman of the clan, she did nothing wrong.

But as Xiao Ji's wife, she made a mistake, and a terrible one at that.

Song Wenjun touched Xiao Ji's face and said to him earnestly, "If I didn't feel guilty, why would I have come out to look for you? But you were actually having fun in the music hall. How could you do this to me?"

As she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face.

A glistening tear clung to the corner of her reddened eye, then suddenly slid down onto the back of Xiao Ji's hand.

The burning sensation made his heart tremble.

But what followed was boundless joy.

Like a child who has received candy, he hugged Song Wenjun and kissed her hard: "I forgive you."

Hearing this, Xu's mother, who had been standing in the corner of the car as a background figure, suddenly raised her eyebrows.

She saw Xiao Ji nonchalantly embracing Song Wenjun, and even apologizing to her: "It was my fault, I shouldn't have made you angry."

Madam Xu gasped. "Your Highness, where is your integrity?"

The prince used all his intelligence on the battlefield, but he lost his mind when he was with the princess.

The princess could lose his bearings with just a flick of her finger or a shed tear.

It was clearly the princess's fault, but now the prince has been seduced by her and become a cuckold.

Zhi Shu pursed her lips tightly, trying her best to suppress her laughter without daring to look up.

Xiao Ji was so immersed in feeling sorry for Song Wenjun that he cursed himself for being a bastard.

Song Wenjun didn't do it on purpose, but he went to brothels just to spite her.

He shouldn't be forgiven.

He should be drunk in the street and despised by everyone.

Feeling so guilty, Xiao Ji dared not bring up the matter of Song Wenjun arranging a concubine for him.

He obediently took Song Wenjun back to the room, showering her with affection and sweet talk until she finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Xiao Ji, who was always punctual, was an hour late.

Song Wenjun did not emerge from the room until 15 minutes after he came out.

Zhi Shu glanced at her secretly and saw that she had almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks and was looking at Xiao Ji with a resentful expression.

Xiao Ji, on the other hand, was full of energy, as if he had taken an elixir of immortality.

Seeing Song Wenjun's expression, Xiao Ji cleared his throat and stepped forward, feigning nonchalance: "I have to go to the military camp today. You stay home and wait for me to come back tonight to hunt two rabbits for you..."

After saying that, he gave Song Wenjun a meaningful smile, but Song Wenjun bit her lip and ignored him.

Xiao Ji left in high spirits.

Song Wenjun took a walk in the garden for a while, but soon became so sleepy that she kept yawning and went back to take a nap.

I slept until the afternoon.

When she woke up, Xiao Ji had already returned.

He was sitting at his desk writing, and the room was filled with the faint scent of ink.

His well-defined fingers held a wolf-hair brush, and his wrist was adorned with a pair of turquoise prayer beads that occasionally clinked together, producing a clear, intermittent sound.

Her thin lips were slightly pursed, like plum blossoms dyed in snow.

His demeanor was aloof and refined, like the unattainable moon shining among the pines, exuding the elegance and nobility of an aristocratic family.

Song Wenjun was captivated by the sight, and for a moment she was somewhat dazed.

I can't tell if it's reality or a dream.

That refined and noble man was like a flower on a high mountain, unattainable, but at this moment he was in her room, sharing a room with her.

If there truly is reincarnation, it must be because she accumulated immense good karma in her past life that she is able to share this life with me.

Perhaps because of her pregnancy, Song Wenjun was somewhat sentimental.

Thinking this, my eyes welled up with tears.

She sniffed very slightly, but Xiao Ji sensed it immediately.

He looked up at Song Wenjun, and all his hostility vanished.

A smile touched her eyes, as warm as a spring breeze in March.

"Awake?" he asked.

The sound was like jade striking each other, indescribably beautiful.

Song Wenjun blushed, not expecting that Xiao Ji had caught her peeking.

She nodded and stood up.

Xiao Ji strode towards her, put his arm around her shoulder, and helped her to her feet.

Seeing that she was dressed in thin clothes, I took a coat and put it on her: "It's still chilly outside when you get up, don't catch a cold."

His clothes still carried his body heat, a warm feeling that comforted me.

Song Wenjun's eyes were still hazy from just waking up, and her dazed appearance looked rather cute. Xiao Ji suddenly remembered how she had clung to him and begged for pleasure the night before.

He was momentarily distracted when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and saw Song Wenjun looking at him with displeasure: "I'm talking to you."

"Hmm, what?" Xiao Ji asked, snapping out of his daze.

"I asked you why you came back so early." Song Wenjun found it a little funny. Ever since he married Xiao Ji, he had been absent-minded all the time.

Every time I talk to him, he'll be in a daze for a long time.

I don't know what I'm thinking all day long.

She had seen Xiao Ji handling official business with his subordinates; he was so imposing and looked down on everyone.

But when it comes to her, it's like she's a completely different person.

Xiao Ji snapped out of his daze, stroked Song Wenjun's soft hair, and pulled her into his arms.

Since their marriage, Song Wenjun had become accustomed to such an intimate posture with him.

She lay comfortably on Xiao Ji's lap, her little hands circling the jade pendant tassel at his waist. Xiao Ji let her play around and started talking to her about serious matters: "Three days from now, the King of Dongling will arrive. He will come to ask for Nan Zhi's hand in marriage and form a marriage alliance with Nan Yue."

Song Wenjun was taken aback: "How come it's so fast? Didn't you say it wouldn't arrive until after the New Year?"

"Things have changed, it's ahead of schedule." Xiao Ji said this with an indescribable sense of helplessness.

He didn't want Xiao Nanzhi to marry far away, but it wasn't something he could control.

The marriage alliance between Dongling and Nanyue was a way for the two countries to band together for mutual support. Without this marriage alliance, the iron hooves of Northern Qi would likely have continued their northward advance.

At that time, Dongling will be destroyed, and Nanyue will also be unable to escape the tragedy of national annihilation.

Song Wenjun was well aware of the gravity of the situation, and she fell silent.

But she still felt wronged for Xiao Nanzhi. She gently hugged Xiao Ji's waist and asked him, "Isn't there any other way?"

Xiao Ji gave a bitter smile: "There is no other way but to make Northern Qi submit."

However, the Northern Qi was twice the size of the Eastern Mausoleum and the Southern Yue combined.

Moreover, the Northern Qi army was strong and well-equipped, and Dongling and Nanyue were no match for them.

Making the Northern Qi submit to its vassal state is nothing short of a fantasy.

Song Wenjun sighed softly, hoping that the King of Dongling would treat Xiao Nanzhi well so that she could be free from worries about this matter.

Seeing her solemn expression, Xiao Ji patted her shoulder and said, "Let's talk about it after the King of Dongling arrives. Maybe things aren't as bad as we think. What if he treats Nanzhi well?"

Xiao Nanzhi has lost her memory. If the King of Dongling loves and dotes on her, it would be a good choice.