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

Song Wenjun's expression immediately turned serious. She was right; there was indeed something wrong with the medicine.

Seeing that her expression was off, Qin Qing hurriedly asked, "Sister Song, did you drink this medicine?"

"No, that's not it." Song Wenjun didn't want Qin Qing to know too much; it was too unsafe for someone as inexperienced as her.

Some things, she has to let slowly seep in.

We must not act rashly.

Qin Qing saw that she didn't say anything and seemed indifferent, as long as it wasn't Sister Song who drank it, it had nothing to do with her.

Now that the cause had been found, Song Wenjun knew how to deal with it.

Gu Huaizhou, in a desperate attempt to poison the old Marquis, would surely fall into his hands if he succeeded.

When he becomes king, no one will be able to do anything to him.

Although Song Wenjun wanted to see the two of them both suffer heavy losses, this was definitely not the right time.

She needed the old Marquis to suppress Gu Huaizhou; she wanted to force him and Jiang Miaoyin to expose their scandalous affair, making them pariahs with no chance of ever recovering.

The memory of her tragic past life still haunted Song Wenjun, who felt as if a small mountain was pressing down on her heart.

She couldn't sleep peacefully until she avenged her great grudge.

Gu Huaizhou, Jiang Miaoyin, this time I'll let you taste the bitterness of heartbreak.

……

The following day, Song Wenjun invited the four beauties to tea.

Xue Shi has been looking radiant lately, having taken Song Wenjun's advice and firmly grasped the household management.

She no longer foolishly supported him like before. She thought the couple would drift apart, but to her surprise, her husband changed his attitude and became even more attentive to her.

I would buy her a hairpin or earrings from time to time to please her.

He didn't even visit his concubines often anymore; he mostly stayed in her courtyard.

The people in the manor are all opportunists; seeing that Lady Xue is favored, they respect her as well.

She now completely believes Song Wenjun's words: talking about feelings between husband and wife is a joke; they are only bound by interests.

If one day she becomes no longer of any use to you, then this marriage will come to an end.

However, Xue Shi had come to terms with it. As long as her husband was willing to pamper her, she didn't mind spending a little money on him.

If it's more than a hundred taels, then she'll go to the old lady and plead poverty.

She can't be in charge of this household but not contribute a single penny to the family.

"The year is over and I'm exhausted. Every day it's either this relative or that colleague, constantly running around like a horse. My head is spinning." As soon as she sat down, Xue Shi started complaining to Song Wenjun.

Her only close friend was Song Wenjun, and the two could talk about anything.

Song Wenjun listened quietly, occasionally pouring her a cup of tea: "Speak slowly, have some tea to soothe your throat."

"It's the same every year, it's really exhausting. I have a sister-in-law, but she's just a figurehead. I have to handle all the affairs of the household myself. Even a body of iron can't take it."

The accompanying Lady Li from the Ningguo Duke's Mansion and Lady Li from the Minister's Mansion both laughed.

The two echoed, "Every family is like this, it's not just yours. Only the person in charge knows how tiring it is."

"Men eat and drink and leave in a flash, but women have to handle all the big things behind the scenes. They have to return all the gifts that each family sent, and they have to be careful when choosing gifts so they don't suffer any loss. If they do anything wrong, they'll be the subject of gossip." These were the words of Lady Li, the wife of the Duke of Ningguo, who had a deep understanding of this.

Of all the sisters, she suffered the most.

Although she was the Duchess of the State, she had the most bitter life. Her husband took a new concubine during the New Year.

She was not particularly beautiful to begin with, while the concubine, with her delicate and charming appearance, clung to the Duke of Ningguo and wouldn't let go.

He also frequently swaggered around and made sarcastic remarks towards Madam Li.

Madam Li was not valued by her parents-in-law in the household. Because she had damaged her health during her first pregnancy, she had not been able to conceive again. However, her mother-in-law insisted that she try to get pregnant again.

Her husband doesn't even stay overnight in her room, how can she conceive?

Even the bitterest herb is not as bitter as hers.

Every time she saw Madam Li, her face was pale and she looked distressed.

Song Wenjun and the others could only comfort her and hope that she would take it easy.

“Actually, you can learn from me.” Madam Xue said to Madam Li, “I’ve come to terms with it. That’s all there is to marriage. If he respects you and gives in to you, then you should give him a good look. If he becomes distant from you, then you should just treat him like he’s invisible. You can earn money and your dowry is not small, so why live your life according to his mood?”

A woman's dowry when she gets married is so elaborate that she is covered from head to toe, and she will never use her husband's family's coffin even when she dies.

The coffin was already prepared when she got married.

Moreover, for a noblewoman like Madam Li, her dowry upon marriage would be more than she could ever spend in her lifetime.

Madam Li's face showed a look of horror: "This, this is not right. A woman's duty is to obey her husband after marriage and to be filial to her parents-in-law."

Song Wenjun felt that Madam Li's ideas would eventually harm her.

As sisters, she didn't want to see Madam Li get herself into trouble: "Who says a woman has to depend on a man to live? Sister Li, if I may say something unpleasant, you're trying so hard to please him now, but does your husband have even the slightest respect for you?"

Madam Li's face turned pale, and she shook her head.

A pang of sadness spread through my heart.

Even though she had already given birth to a son, her husband's family still disliked her in every way.

The Duke of Ningguo was extremely critical of her, saying things like her skin wasn't fair enough or that she lacked elegance.

Even her handwriting was subject to criticism from the Duke of Ningguo.

Mrs. Li slowly shook her head. In front of her close friends, she made no secret of anything: "No, he has never liked me."

"Why would you foolishly throw your heart into someone who doesn't like you?" Xue Shi, having been through it all, knew the lesson well and quickly shared her experience with her: "If you ask me, you should abandon all that love and affection. That kind of thing is the most harmful. You have a son and a dowry in hand. Once your son grows up, you'll be set for life. Just consider your cheap husband dead."

Madam Li frowned deeply, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that what Xue Shi said was indeed true.

From the moment she married her husband, he was all she could see and think about.

Perhaps it's time for her to change her way of life.

Song Wenjun tugged at Xue Shi, telling her to stop talking.

In this kind of situation, the person involved has to realize it themselves; otherwise, no matter how much others say, it's all in vain.

Besides, she had important business to discuss with several women today.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

"With our friendship, there's no need to talk about helping each other. Just tell me what you need."

Song Wenjun smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. I just don't like my husband and want him to leave the capital for a few days."

"Is that all?" Madam Xue smiled and said, "It's easy. A few days ago, my husband had to go out of town for a case, so I asked him to take your husband with him as a bodyguard or something. He definitely wouldn't object."

“Alright, let’s do it this way.” Song Wenjun smiled. “Release him on the first day of my Spring Festival Banquet.”

Xue nodded, indicating that he understood: "Everything is up to you, you have the final say."