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That night at the City God Temple, Prince Yu, drunk, had a one-night stand with Lady Liu.

The night was too dark, and no lamp was lit. Lady Liu did not see his face. When she woke up, Prince Yu had already left, leaving behind only this thumb ring.

Liu had only gone with Shen Ao after finding out that he would be going to the City God Temple, so she assumed that the person that night was Shen Ao.

Shen Ao knew that the two had a wild night together. He intended to befriend Prince Yu, and he also understood that this night was just an accident for Prince Yu. Prince Yu did not want to have anything to do with Liu Shi.

Shen Ao took the blame for the incident, tacitly acknowledging that he was the one from that night.

"I never expected that she would become pregnant that night." Prince Yu took the jade thumb ring, held it in his hand, and examined it carefully.

A moment later, a layer of sinister intent appeared in his eyes, and with a heavy slam, the jade thumb ring shattered on the ground.

A crisp sound echoed through the secret chamber. Prince Yu smiled disdainfully at Shen Ao, "Since you've been covering for me for so long, then keep doing it. I will remember your contribution."

Shen Ao immediately understood what he meant.

He then asked, "Should I give Song Qingyan special treatment?"

"No need. I have no shortage of daughters. The Great Jing Dynasty currently only has one Princess Rou'an, and there will only be one Princess Rou'an in the future. Song Qingyan... is not worthy!"

A hint of disgust flashed in Prince Yu's eyes.

Song Qingyan's tarnished reputation was of no help to him.

Not only that, this woman's thoughts are so despicable that they are disgusting.

"This matter need not be mentioned again," Prince Yu instructed, before leaving through the secret passage.

Back at Prince Yu's residence.

Xie Yunli was in his courtyard.

Upon seeing him return, Xie Yunli immediately stepped forward to greet him, "Father, your son has obtained some fine wine. Father, it has been a long time since we've had a proper drink..."

Xie Yunli was carrying the wine.

Prince Yu loved fine wine, and he and his son would occasionally enjoy a drink together.

The father and son had a very good relationship. In the past, when Xie Yunli invited him to drink, Prince Yu never refused.

But today, Prince Yu glanced at the wine in his hand and said, "Yunli, let's not drink today. Your father is a little tired."

He was originally a prince who was idle.

Recently, Emperor Yuan put him in charge of entertaining the envoys from the south, requiring him to leave early and return late every day.

Seeing Xie Yunli's disappointed expression, Prince Yu stepped forward and took the wine jar, saying, "I'll leave the wine here for now, and we can drink it another day, father and son."

After saying that, he turned and went back to his room.

The smiles on the faces of the father and son vanished as soon as the door closed.

Those outside the house grew increasingly suspicious.

The people inside the house gradually formed their own guesses.

……

The biggest event in the capital recently is the marriage of the second daughter of the Marquis of Yongning to the Prince of Huai.

The arranged marriage has been over for half a month, and the wedding date is in half a month.

Empress Meng ordered the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the wedding.

Since Song Qingning began her leave, she has rarely left the Marquis's residence. Empress Meng sent palace maids to the residence, but not to teach Song Qingning manners.

I was just helping her with some of the tedious things related to preparing for the wedding.

Song Qingning placed Chunqiu, one of the four palace maids, next to Lu Shi, while keeping Xia Dong by her side.

"Miss, the old Marquis has sent word that your marriage to the royal family is a major event, and before the wedding, you must offer sacrifices to your ancestors," said Granny Yu.

Seeing Song Qingning frown, Granny Yu continued, "Whether or not we hold a sacrificial ceremony is just a formality. Our ancestors in heaven are watching. If you don't want to go through the trouble..."

"No trouble at all!" Song Qingning smiled.

She was born beautiful.

Recently, the Empress has been sending her all sorts of beauty products, which have made her skin fair and rosy.

Her bright smile at that moment startled Granny Yu.

"The tombs of the Song family ancestors are not far away, only a day's journey. One day is used for offering sacrifices, and two days are used for the round trip. It doesn't take much time or trouble," said Song Qingning.

Three days is enough time for some people to take action.

Song Qingning gave them a chance.

It all comes down to who will emerge victorious.

Granny Yu relayed Song Qingning's message to the old Marquis Song.

Not long after, the old Marquis Song came to Jinxiu Pavilion in person, his face full of excitement. "Qingning, your grandfather knew that you were a person of great understanding."

"Don't worry, Grandfather will make sure everything is arranged perfectly for this ancestral worship ceremony. I'll rent, no, Grandfather will buy the most luxurious carriage, and I guarantee it won't be bumpy."

"Qingning, the glory of the Song family rests on you. You are a meritorious person, and our ancestors would be pleased to know this."

Lord Song sighed, as if he wanted his ancestors to know about Song Qingning.

But Song Qingning still saw the hidden selfishness in the glint in his eyes.

He didn't want his ancestors to know about Song Qingning.

Rather, it was to let the ancestors know him, to know that he had made an indispensable contribution in raising Song Qingning.

That's not all...

Song Qingning glanced at him subtly. "Who's going to the ancestral mausoleum this time?"

"Of course, all members of the Song clan will go," said Old Marquis Song.

His merits should not only be reported to the ancestors, but also be seen by the living.

"Are they all going?" Song Qingning frowned. "That's too ostentatious. Besides, the elders and uncles are too old for them to travel around."

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

Lord Marquis Song was afraid that Song Qingning would change his mind. "As for the travel, it doesn't matter. I will arrange everything properly."

Song Qingning's brow gradually relaxed. "Then thank you for your hard work, Grandfather."

Since he will arrange everything properly, she doesn't need to worry about it.

Lord Song happily made the arrangements.

Three days later, we set off to pay respects to our ancestors.

Early in the morning, the area outside the Marquis's residence was filled with carriages, and the uncles and elders of the clan also arrived early.

Lord Song dressed in formal attire and personally took charge of the arrangements.

Lu and Song Qingning rode in the same carriage, while Marquis Yongning and Song Shiyin rode horses, and the rest rode in pairs.

The procession stretched out, and just as they were about to set off, someone inside the Marquis's residence called out:

"Wait, wait..."

The voice was urgent, and soon after, Madam Liu hurriedly left the mansion.

For this ancestral worship ceremony, Lord Song did not intend to send Lady Liu.

Upon hearing Liu's voice, the old Marquis Song lifted the carriage curtain and saw her dressed for travel. He immediately stopped her, saying, "Liu, what are you doing out here? You are injured; you should stay at home and recover."

Liu gritted her teeth inwardly.

How could she stay in the manor?

This time, Lu Shi and Song Qingning are going to pay respects to their ancestors, and they will not return. She must go and see them off.

Despite the pain from the fabric rubbing against her back, Liu said, "Father-in-law, my injury is healed. I can come along."

Seeing that Lord Song was about to refuse, Lady Liu said, "I am Qingning's mother. If I do not accompany you, it will cause gossip and be detrimental to the Marquis's mansion."

Lord Song looked troubled.

What Liu said made sense, but she ruined the reputation of Song Qingyan's children, making her like a rat in the street, and Song Mingtang was imprisoned, with no news of him.

She was a jinx to the Marquis's household, radiating bad luck.

If you go to the ancestral tombs, you'll offend your ancestors...

Moreover, his right eyelid twitched violently when he saw Liu Shi just now, and he felt uneasy, as if something bad was going to happen.

The less trouble, the better.

"Liu Shi..." Old Marquis Song still decided not to let Liu Shi go.

But just as he opened his mouth, Song Qingning's voice came from the carriage behind him:

"Grandfather said that all members of the Song clan should go, and since I am in good health, I naturally cannot be absent."

In the most luxurious carriage in the middle, Song Qingning lifted the curtain and her gaze fell on Liu Shi at the door.

More than half a month later, when Liu saw Song Qingning again, she was momentarily dazed.

When did Song Qingning become so dazzling?

She no longer recognized him!