Prime Minister Song was displeased with his eldest daughter's late-night antics and insisted that he come to the woodshed. Who knew he would witness such a scene? His vision blurred, and he staggered a few steps. If he hadn't grabbed the door in time, he probably would have sat down on the ground.

In the woodshed, a young man and woman were naked and entangled together. The woman, who was moaning in a daze, was none other than his own beloved daughter. Anyone who saw her would faint, wouldn't they?

"You, you..." Prime Minister Song's hands trembled, and he pointed at Song Wan'er for a long time without being able to speak.

Song Wan'er never imagined that she would be surrounded by so many people. In shame and anger, she immediately picked up the clothes next to her to cover her chest and burst into tears.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister." Zhang Yourong never expected that she would be caught in the act at the most crucial moment, when she needed to release her pent-up emotions.

He was so frightened by Shen Wangshu's laughter that he turned pale and, forgetting his own weakness, hurriedly turned around to drape a garment over Song Wan'er's shoulders. Only then did he frantically put on his own clothes to cover his snow-white skin. Trembling, he got up and saw that Prime Minister Song's eyes were wide open, clearly greatly shocked. He quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and apologized, saying, "It was my rudeness. I... I am willing to take responsibility for Wan'er!"

Prime Minister Song never imagined that the one who would ruin his family's reputation would be his beloved concubine's daughter, and he was so angry that his heart ached terribly!

As the prime minister, he walked on thin ice in the court, wishing his reputation were as pure as water! He never imagined that there was such a illegitimate daughter in his own family who had brought him such misfortune!

If this matter were to become known, wouldn't he be ridiculed to death? He relies on his reputation for a living; how would he maintain his standing in the capital then?

Then his gaze fell on his eldest daughter, and he found it increasingly difficult to catch his breath.

If this girl hadn't insisted on discovering this, he, he, he, he would rather have never known!

"How will you take responsibility?" Shen Wangshu asked with a smile, completely oblivious to Prime Minister Song's inner turmoil.

"I am willing to marry Wan'er," Zhang Yourong said, turning back with deep affection.

He also felt a little smug.

The old lady of the Marquis of Linxi did not agree to this marriage, but now that he has been caught red-handed by Prime Minister Song, even if the old lady is unwilling, Prime Minister Song is an important official in the court and will surely make her agree.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that this matter is not all bad.

"What does Father think?" The old lady of the Marquis of Linxi's mansion had always wanted her son to marry a noble wife. Now that Shen Wangshu had given her the prime minister's illegitimate daughter, she should be content. She turned to Prime Minister Song with satisfaction and asked.

Need I say more?!

If Song Wan'er doesn't marry Zhang Yourong, who else can she marry in the future?! And if he were to reveal this, he would lose all face!

Prime Minister Song felt a sweet, metallic taste of blood filling his throat. He knew he was in trouble and quickly swallowed the blood, nodding with a ferocious expression.

He looked at Song Wan'er with some disappointment.

This concubine's daughter gained his favor, but she ruined his reputation because of her. She was not as considerate as Song Lan, his eldest daughter.

At least this girl knows how to protect the Empress Dowager, which is why the Emperor and Empress both praise her, isn't it?

He was heartbroken, but Zhang Yourong's willingness to accept the marriage was already a blessing, so why would he have any complaints? He immediately nodded.

With his nod of approval, Zhang Yourong's face lit up. She turned back with almost delighted surprise to look at the girl she had just been holding in her arms, and then ran off like a gust of wind.

Seeing that he ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye, Prime Minister Song mustered his strength to stand up and sternly told He Ling that the maids and servants who had witnessed the incident today should shut up. Only then did he walk up to Song Wan'er, who had timidly put on her clothes and stood up.

"You unfilial daughter!" His heart was already burning with rage, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face!

Song Wan'er screamed and collapsed back to the ground, trembling.

"You lowly slut!" Prime Minister Song hated Song Wan'er to the core. All traces of his former affection and tenderness were gone. Ignoring his eldest daughter's amusement, he kicked Song Wan'er hard in the stomach. Seeing her writhe in pain, he roared, "You'd better pray to the gods and Buddhas, begging the Marquis of Linxi's mansion to accept this marriage! If they don't marry you, I'll personally end your life!"

How could he allow a concubine's daughter to do such a shameful thing? He could tolerate illicit relations, but catching them in bed together was something even the thickest skin couldn't bear!

Song Wan'er was kicked a few times by him, and she cried so sadly that she couldn't continue. She looked extremely pitiful.

She was genuinely praying that the old lady would agree.

The matter had probably become quite a big deal, because the next day, someone from the Marquis's residence came to deliver a message.

Since you've taken the initiative, you naturally have to take responsibility.

The matriarch agreed to accept Song Wan'er as her daughter-in-law.

However, just as Prime Minister Song breathed a sigh of relief and Aunt Rou and her daughter were overjoyed and relieved, the Marquis's mansion came to visit again three days later.

This was a bolt from the blue.

It is truly despicable to have an affair with someone of such low character; it is shameful for someone so lowly to be the principal wife of one's son.

The old lady of the Marquis of Linxi went back on her word and asked Prime Minister Song if it would be acceptable to make this illegitimate daughter a concubine instead of the principal wife.