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After staring for a while, Xie Xuanjin searched carefully by the candlelight in the room, his anticipation gradually fading.

He wasn't jealous! His expression remained normal.

Xie Xuanjin's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, but he quickly suppressed it and looked at Song Qingning with a solemn expression.

"There won't be any concubines, you don't need to..."

She wanted to say "worried," but then realized that his princess was clearly not worried at all.

Xie Xuanjin was about to change his words when he saw Song Qingning's eyes suddenly light up.

"You're not going to take a concubine?"

Her eyes shone brightly.

I'm happy!

This slightly soothed Xie Xuanjin's disappointment.

Xie Xuanjin's voice suddenly brightened, "Yes, I won't marry him!"

Song Qingning had a hint of worry, "But that's the Empress Dowager."

"So what?"

Xie Xuanjin didn't take it seriously, as if disobeying the Empress Dowager wasn't a big deal.

Seeing that Song Qingning's worries had not subsided, Xie Xuanjin took her hand and led her to the bedside.

It felt warm and soft in my palm, incredibly real.

That day, after leaving the Empress Dowager's palace, Xie Xuanjin held her hand all the way, and occasionally took her hand afterward.

Song Qingning did not reject his closeness.

"Go to sleep," Xie Xuanjin gently instructed, then turned and lay down on the soft couch.

Song Qingning lay on the bed, on the soft couch, her breathing gradually becoming even.

"Your Highness..." Song Qingning called out tentatively, but there was no response; he must have fallen asleep.

Song Qingning recalled Miss Xue's words: "He is a very good person."

Xie Xuanjin was indeed a very good person.

Even after experiencing such changes, his nature remained unchanged.

The Prince of Huai she met was calm, taciturn, indifferent, and aloof. But what about him before the upheaval?

The young man that Empress Meng described must have been a bright and cheerful boy.

Song Qingning found herself developing a slight curiosity about the bright young man.

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In the following days, Xie Xuanjin left early and returned late, as if he was busy with something. She didn't ask any questions. What Xie Xuanjin wanted her to know, he would let her know.

The day after the wedding, the power to manage the Huai Prince's mansion was handed over to Song Qingning.

The vast palace had numerous affairs to attend to.

The account books alone were piled up in several stacks, but fortunately Xie Xuanjin did not require her to do them herself.

I just told her to take her time to look at it, and it wouldn't matter if she didn't look at it.

But the warehouse key must be in her possession.

Aside from reviewing the account books, she would attend banquets hosted by various noble ladies in the capital, assuming the identity of the Princess Consort of Huai.

The ladies all knew each other, and they chatted over tea, enjoying a relaxed and comfortable life.

Song Qingning hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

The only downside is the increasingly widespread rumors circulating among the public.

From some unknown day, the news that the Prince of Huai was going to take a concubine spread like wildfire, becoming so convincing that everyone knew about it.

As Song Qingning went to the banquet hosted by his wife, he occasionally received a few sympathetic glances.

Fortunately, the ladies didn't want to embarrass Song Qingning, so they deliberately avoided mentioning the matter.

Time flies.

Once the twelfth lunar month arrives, it will be Lu's birthday.

The original plan was for the whole family of four, plus the Prince of Huai, to celebrate Lu's birthday together.

However, no one knows who spread the news of her birthday, because early that morning, the ladies of various households brought congratulatory gifts to her door.

Guests are welcome; there's no reason to turn them away.

Madam Lu immediately instructed Chen Mama to make arrangements to book a banquet at Jinsheng Restaurant.

Preparations were rushed, but fortunately, the arrangements were handled quite well.

In the flower hall, Madam Lu finally found a moment to speak and pulled Song Qingning aside. "Ning'er, I find today's events rather strange. Not many people know my birthday, so why have so many people come to my door?"

There are many people.

The wives of prominent officials from the capital, as well as noble ladies from various families, whether they knew them or not, all came.

"Mother, please greet the guests first," Song Qingning reassured Madam Lu.

I've just been pondering the oddities involved.

Then a familiar figure came into view.

"Fourth sister-in-law..." The voice was soft and affectionate.

The address "Fourth Sister-in-law" startled even Song Qingning, who looked at Song Qingyan walking towards her.

She was dressed in pink, and her cape was also pink.

Like a pink butterfly, it fluttered over with a big smile.

"Fourth sister-in-law, it's been a long time." Song Qingyan warmly reached out to take Song Qingning's hand.

However, Song Qingning avoided it.

Song Qingning's eyes clearly showed disgust.

Song Qingyan's anger flared up instantly, but thinking of the important matter at hand today, she suppressed it.

"Fourth sister-in-law, you seem unhappy to see me?" Song Qingyan's smile remained unchanged. "I heard that fourth brother is going to take a concubine. Is that true?"

Was she there to gloat?

Song Qingning sneered inwardly.

Song Qingyan "kindly" "comforted" her: "Qingning, you have to take this easy. It's normal for men to have multiple wives and concubines. If a concubine is favored, the principal wife should also be magnanimous."

"Fourth brother has been good enough to you; at least he didn't bring a concubine into the house on your wedding day."

"Do you know which family the concubine is from? Tell me quickly, and I'll help you see if she poses any threat to you."

Song Qingyan was like a vicious dog eager to bite its enemy.

They wanted to use this incident to strike at Song Qingning.

She wanted to tell Song Qingning that even if she married the Prince of Huai, it wouldn't be anything special.

She couldn't stop the Prince of Huai from taking a concubine.

How could Song Qingning not understand her thoughts?

"Song Qingyan..." Song Qingning spoke slowly.

"Hmm? How about it?" Song Qingyan's eyes were full of smugness, mixed with a hint of provocation.

He seemed to have forgotten how he knelt at Song Qingning's feet and begged for mercy that day.

Song Qingning looked her over, then suddenly smiled slightly. "Congratulations!"

Congratulations?

Song Qingyan looked surprised. "You're congratulating me?"

"Yes, congratulations, congratulations on returning to Prince Rui's side." Song Qingning's smile widened, her eyes pure, as if she were truly offering sincere congratulations.

Song Qingyan suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

But she quickly shook off that slight discomfort.

Remembering Princess Yuzhen's instructions, she continued, trying to provoke Song Qingning, "You didn't think of that, did you? Song Qingning, I was down on my luck before, but until the very end, who knows if things will turn around?"

"You are the legitimate daughter of a marquis, with a grand wedding procession of ten miles of red bridal procession. But how long has it been? The Prince of Huai wants to take a concubine. I heard it's the decree of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. You can't disobey!"

"Song Qingning, I've come here today specifically to see you make a fool of yourself!"

"Song Qingning, you are about to become the laughingstock of the entire capital!"

"Song Qingning..."

Song Qingyan continued to attack, thinking that Song Qingning would get angry and attack her.

But Song Qingning kept smiling, as if she didn't care at all about what she was saying.

"Song Qingning..."

Song Qingyan spoke again, unwilling to give up.

This time, before she could say anything, Song Qingning's face suddenly darkened, and she abruptly stepped forward, grabbed her, and shoved her back hard.

In that instant, a hint of triumph flashed in Song Qingyan's eyes.

She leaned her body, deliberately trying to fall.

But at the critical moment, Song Qingning suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, followed by Song Qingning's disdainful sneer:

"Did you deliberately provoke me to force me to attack you?"

"Let me guess, what is your purpose in releasing the information about my mother's birthday?"