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

Prince Chu's Mansion.

The area was surrounded by layers of imperial guards; not even a fly could escape, let alone a person.

Madam Xu carried Yan Yan to Song Wenjun's side: "Your Highness, the young prince has arrived."

Yan Yan toddled up to Song Wenjun. Looking at her well-behaved and adorable son, she felt a pang of sadness and her eyes reddened slightly.

She gently reached out and tenderly stroked the child's delicate face, a faint smile playing on her lips. She whispered, "Yan Yan, don't be afraid. We will all be safe and sound. Your father will definitely come back. He would never commit treason. He has been wronged."

Xiao Jinyan nodded vigorously. His little face still had a touch of childishness, but his eyes revealed a tenacity beyond his years: "Mother, I'm not afraid. Father said I'm already a little man, and I must protect you and not let you suffer any injustice."

As he spoke, he gently patted his chest.

The mother and son smiled at each other, creating a heartwarming scene.

"Even if something does happen, your master can lead you out of the encirclement." Mei appeared by the door at some unknown time.

He crossed his arms, a carefree smile playing on his lips.

It seems that all living beings are like ants in his eyes, and he doesn't even care about imperial power.

But that stunningly beautiful face paired with that head of white hair looked inexplicably out of place.

He has been recuperating for several months since his last injury.

Although his life was saved, his vital energy was severely depleted, and all his black hair turned white.

His white hair did not make him look old; on the contrary, it made him even more alluring.

Upon seeing Mei appear, Xiao Jinyan cheerfully called out to him, "Master."

Mei nodded approvingly and reached out to pat his head: "Good boy."

However, what followed caused a sudden change in tone: "As long as you want to leave, those shrimp soldiers and crab generals outside can't stop me. Quickly tell your master, where do you want to go?"

Judging from his demeanor, if Yan Yan were to speak, he could probably slaughter the entire imperial city.

Mei's unconventional behavior gave Song Wenjun a great headache.

I wonder if my son will turn into a little devil if he follows such a master.

She quickly shook her head gently at Yan Yan, who grinned at her and said, "Don't worry, Mother. Father hasn't returned yet, so how could I possibly leave? Although I'm still young, I know that if I escape from the palace at this time, it will only solidify Father's guilt."

Song Wenjun's heart trembled slightly, and her eyes welled up with tears. She wondered what she had done to deserve such a wonderful son from heaven.

She was so happy that her child was so sensible at such a young age.

"Good son." Song Wenjun straightened Yan Yan's clothes. "We'll wait for your father to return at the Prince's residence. We won't go anywhere else."

"Yes, I will protect Mother." Yan Yan nodded emphatically, her little face full of determination.

Mei looked at the mother and child and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

No one among his disciples could possibly harm him in the slightest.

If anyone dares to harm Yan Yan, he will cut off their head.

Song Wenjun issued an order: "Everything in the mansion shall remain as before, and no one shall leave the mansion at will."

Although the Emperor placed Song Wenjun under house arrest, he did not cut off the supplies to her household.

Fresh vegetables and rice are delivered every few days.

Except for the inability to leave the palace, everything inside the palace remains the same.

In her spare time, Song Wenjun could even play the zither and teach Yan Yan to write characters.

To outsiders, this was not house arrest at all.

When the news reached the Crown Prince's residence, Xiao Yin angrily swept all the teacups off the table: "Father is really too soft-hearted, he only put the people from the Chu Prince's residence under house arrest."

His jealousy reached its peak, and he wished he could rush into the Chu King's mansion and kill Song Wenjun and her son.

He was clearly the crown prince, but the emperor favored the Prince of Chu's family.

Especially that brat Yan Yan, he's just so annoying.

Su Rongrong quietly watched Xiao Yin, who was furious, a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of disdain flashing in her eyes.

From their youth, Xiao Yin was inferior to Xiao Ji in every way.

Whether in terms of personal conduct or martial arts skills, Xiao Ji is superior to him.

If one had to find a reason why Xiao Yin was superior to Xiao Ji, it would only be his background.

As the Empress's legitimate son, the position of Crown Prince fell to him solely because of this.

Suddenly, Xiao Yin caught a peculiar look in Su Rongrong's eyes.

Enraged, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck tightly, roaring, "What kind of look is that? You dare to mock me, don't you?"

Since Xiao Yin ascended to the position of Crown Prince, his temper has become increasingly unpredictable and irritable.

He no longer showed the same gentleness and patience towards Su Rongrong as before.

Su Rongrong's neck was tightly gripped by Xiao Yin's large hand, her face instantly turning bright red. She struggled to pry Xiao Yin's wrist away, her face full of pleading, and managed to say, "Your Highness...Your Highness..."

But Xiao Yin not only didn't loosen his grip, he tightened it even more.

Now, whenever he sees Su Rongrong's face, he is reminded of her past with Xiao Ji.

Xiao Yin gradually increased the pressure with his fingers until her face turned from red to purple and her eyes rolled back, before he finally released her.

Even so, the anger in his heart had not subsided.

He pointed his finger viciously at Su Rongrong's nose and cursed, "You slut, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. You're just still hung up on Xiao Ji. But don't forget, you're now the Crown Princess, my woman!"

His fierce and violent appearance terrified Su Rongrong, turning her face as pale as paper.

Terrified and helpless, she shook her head frantically, desperately trying to defend herself: "No, I really didn't have such thoughts."

"You'd better not. If I discover you have no intention of betraying me, I will make sure you die a gruesome death!"

After uttering these harsh words, Xiao Yin left in a fit of rage.

Inside the room, Su Rongrong helplessly slid to her knees on the ground.

Her throat burned with pain, and the fingerprints on it were clearly visible.

For the past few months, similar scenes have been playing out every few days.

From her initial anger and confrontation with Xiao Yin to her current numbness, it's as if she has already lived her entire life.

Every time Xiao Yin abused her, Su Rongrong wished he were dead.

Even when the woman she had carefully trained was sent to Xiao Yin's bed, he didn't even bother with her.

Not only did he not touch the woman, he even mocked Su Rongrong, saying, "You're only trying to please me now because of my position as crown prince. If you lost that status, would you still be doing this?"

Since then, Xiao Yin has never stayed overnight in her room.

Su Rongrong had been scolded by the Empress countless times and cried in secret, but no matter what she did, Xiao Yin was no longer the same as before.

The more she hated Xiao Yin, the more she missed the days she spent with Xiao Ji.