Song Zhen then gave up.

This was my first time visiting the Eighth Prince's mansion, and I was in this situation. After hesitating for a moment at the entrance, the steward frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"My daughter is the third daughter of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion," Yun Dong said, leaning forward.

The steward was surprised and quickly ushered the person in: "It was this servant who was blind to your greatness, please forgive me, Third Miss."

When Song Yue entered the mansion, she was struck by its grandeur and magnificence. Everywhere she looked, there was beauty, but it was not extravagant. Instead, it was extremely understated, clearly belonging to a wealthy and noble family.

When the butler led Song Yue into the courtyard, they happened to see a group of guards carrying more than a dozen large boxes back and forth.

Snap!

The guard slipped, and the box hit the ground with a thud.

The butler rushed forward anxiously: "You fool, how could you be so careless? These are all the princess's treasures."

Song Yue frowned.

These are all Princess Lian'an's luggage.

"His Highness has ordered that the luggage be moved to Tanghua Pavilion," the steward said.

Song Yue felt a lump in her throat and had no desire to question Zhao Zhiyan anymore. She simply got up and walked outside, saying, "I suddenly remembered I have some things to attend to. Sorry to bother you."

The butler bowed and agreed, then escorted the person out again.

I happened to run into Zhao Zhiyan as he returned to the door.

Two people stepped down from a carriage, chatting and laughing. Zhao Zhiyan looked up and saw the girl walking in from the door. His smile faded: "Little girl, what brings you here?"

"Sister Yue, I'm just injured, nothing serious. Thank you for your concern. People say you have a spoiled temper, but I think you're kind-hearted." Princess Lian'an said with a smile, then rushed forward and suddenly exclaimed, "Ouch!"

"Be careful!" Zhao Zhiyan quickly steadied the person, "You twisted your ankle, how could you forget?"

The doting tone made Song Yue feel as if the two of them were a perfect couple.

“Brother Zhiyan.” Princess Lian’an playfully stuck out her tongue.

Song Yue saw all of this.

After helping Princess Lian'an to her feet, Zhao Zhiyan handed her over to a maidservant and said, "Take the princess into the mansion first."

"yes."

Princess Lian'an clung to Zhao Zhiyan's sleeve, refusing to let go. Zhao Zhiyan coaxed her repeatedly until she finally released her grip. After watching her enter the mansion, Zhao Zhiyan approached Song Yue and said gently, "After Lian'an went to Japan, she injured her head. She is innocent and has no ill intentions towards you. You don't need to take her to heart."

That same phrase again.

Pure-hearted?

That's not necessarily true.

Song Yue raised her head and smiled gently: "Princess Lian'an is here for a political marriage. Who does Eighth Imperial Uncle intend for her to marry?"

Zhao Zhiyan's expression changed slightly, and after a long while, he murmured, "Lian'an saved my life, and I cannot ignore her. I only have brotherly and sisterly feelings for Lian'an."

So, it seems they intend to keep the person here.

Song Yue was suddenly relieved that Song Yao had done a good deed by killing Song Kaifeng and delaying the marriage for three years.

If Zhao Zhiyan had been so open and honest before the marriage was arranged, she would never have cared about what happened today, and she wouldn't have cared if Zhao Zhiyan had to sacrifice everything for Princess Lian'an.

But now, bearing the title of the future Eighth Prince's Consort, she simply couldn't bring herself to accept Princess Lian'an.

"Princess Lian'an is a princess from Japan, of noble status. How does Eighth Prince plan to settle the affairs of the inner court?"

"I have no intention of marrying her."

“But the princess is here for a political marriage,” Song Yue asked stubbornly.

Zhao Zhiyan frowned and looked at Song Yue: "No matter what, no one can shake your position."

After saying that, Zhao Zhiyan instructed someone to escort Song Yue away.

A mocking smile appeared on Song Yue's lips as she left without looking back.