Song Wenyue, who was not yet married, looked at Madam Song with a mixture of shame and anger upon hearing her words.

Madam Song's expression was not good either. She said a few polite words, advising her to always side with her husband and not to anger the prince. Then she added, "Now that you are married, your second brother and Yue'er are still unmarried. Now that you have a noble status, you should support your brother and sister."

Song Yaozhu sneered inwardly. The original owner of this body hadn't even eaten a few bushels of rice from the Song family, yet now she was already thinking of taking advantage of her.

"If my sister takes a fancy to someone, I'll shamelessly ask her about it."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenyue blushed and looked at Madam Song, appearing as if she were completely leaving the decision to her mother.

"You know about yesterday's palace banquet. The Third Prince is handsome and talented. Your fourth sister is very fond of him. Could you go into the palace and find out what the Imperial Concubine thinks?"

Song Yaozhu almost burst out laughing. How utterly clueless was Madam Song?

Seeing the troubled look on her face, Madam Song changed the subject and said, "Winter is coming soon. Is there enough charcoal in the manor? You got married in a hurry and haven't learned how to manage a household. Why don't I send a nanny to help you, so that you won't be deceived by those heartless and rotten servants?"

"No need. The Prince is in charge of all matters in the manor, and they wouldn't dare to deceive him."

Upon hearing this, neither Madam Song nor Song Wenyue looked pleased. What kind of man manages the household?

"Sigh, alright, you two should just live your lives well. You should also seize the opportunity and get pregnant as soon as possible. It would be best to have news before the new year, and by the time the time is right, it will be autumn. Only when you have a child will your position as a princess be truly secure. Otherwise, someone like the prince can easily change princesses several times over."

"Speaking of changing the princess consort, the Prince of Yan lost a princess consort, and two years ago he submitted a memorial to promote a concubine to the rank of principal consort. But this concubine has two secondary consorts above her, so how could he agree? This matter has become known to everyone in the capital. The emperor rejected his memorial, but unexpectedly he submitted it again the following year. I don't know if he will submit it again this year."

Madam Song originally intended to use this incident to warn Song Yaozhu to hurry up and get pregnant to secure her position, but unexpectedly it reminded Song Yaozhu instead.

Prince Yan, Yuwen Dao, was Yuwen Wuji's half-brother. He was a founding hero of the Great Chen Dynasty, and Yuwen Wuji owed half the credit for conquering the land. Therefore, he held military power, controlled the Yan region, and guarded the southern border, making him a major concern for Yuwen Wuji.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind.

Why not use the Prince of Yan to deal with Yuwen Wuji? She could push him to that position, and she could also bring him down!

Seeing that Song Yaozhu's complexion was really bad, Madam Song didn't stay long. She sat with Song Wenyue for a while and then left.

She left, and Xie Liwei went into the house right after.

"Why has Your Highness come?" Song Yaozhu was weak and powerless. She had just drunk a bowl of bitter medicine and her stomach was churning.

"How would I know what you've been saying about me behind my back if I didn't come!"

"Your Highness, you're eavesdropping again." Song Yaozhu gave him a reproachful look. "I was clearly praising you."

Xie Liwei was speechless; even he was frightened by her raunchy words.

"Your Highness has heard it too. My fourth sister is getting married, and I must find her a good family."

"Then what?"

"You can't visit someone empty-handed, can you?"

Xie Li gave her a dangerous look, wondering what she was up to, but still let her pick whatever she wanted in the storeroom.

A few days later, Song Yaozhu's lower abdomen stopped hurting. She went out with some silver and gold coins and had someone buy a pastry from an unknown pastry shop.

"Your Highness, if you'd like some snacks, our cook comes from Jiangnan and makes them much better than this!"

Song Yaozhu didn't speak, "Go to the First Prince's residence."

The driver was shocked, and Cai Jin and Cai Yin were also shocked.

But their master demanded that they complete their mission. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the carriage stopped in front of the First Prince's residence.

When the Crown Prince's wife heard that the Princess Consort of Xiaoyao had arrived, she was stunned for a long time.

"That carefree princess is really something, she didn't even send out invitations beforehand," the nanny muttered, holding the eldest grandson of the emperor.

The Crown Princess waved her hand. The person was already at the door; she couldn't just turn them away, could she? Song Yaozhu could be rude, but she couldn't.

Song Yaozhu entered the hall carrying some pastries, smiling as she said, "Sister, you said the pastries tasted good in the palace last time. I thought you're a foodie, so I brought some for you to try."

Her behavior was quite abrupt, which displeased the Crown Princess, but considering her background, she could understand. She could only force a smile and greet her.

"Please sit down, sister." The Crown Princess forced a smile. "Why didn't you send me a message? What if I wasn't home? Wouldn't that have made you come all this way for nothing?"

She said this tactfully, but in reality she was blaming Song Yaozhu for not knowing manners.

Song Yaozhu seemed not to understand, lifted the lid of the food box, pushed the pastries in front of her, and looked at her expectantly: "Sister, please try these pastries, how do they taste?"

The Crown Princess was extremely embarrassed. She looked at the pastries in front of her; they were ordinary and she had no appetite for them. But Song Yaozhu looked very expectant, and her sense of propriety made her feel awkward refusing.

Seeing her frozen in place, the nanny beside her immediately came to her rescue: "This servant noticed that these pastries are a bit cold. The Imperial Consort's stomach hasn't been feeling well these past few days, so she can't eat cold food. This servant will take them to the kitchen to heat them up before she eats them!"

Song Yaozhu urged, "Go quickly, go quickly."

The Crown Princess really couldn't figure out what she meant. Could it be that she really came all this way for a piece of pastry?

After a moment of silence, the Crown Princess noticed the conflicted look on Song Yaozhu's face and took the initiative to ask, "Does my sister have something to say?"

Song Yaozhu smiled sheepishly before saying, "It's like this, I heard that married women can get pregnant if they hold a lucky child, so..."

The Crown Prince's wife understood; she wanted to hold the little grandson, hoping to share in his good fortune and conceive soon, thus securing her position in the Prince's Mansion.

Who says she's stupid and clumsy because she's from the countryside? For someone of her status, marrying into the royal family is probably the best way out she could have planned for herself.

The Crown Princess's eyes were indifferent, but she was also on guard.

After all, she wasn't familiar with Song Yaozhu. What if something really happened if she suddenly tried to hold the little prince like that?

"Your Highness, it's unfortunate, the little prince has just fallen asleep," said the nanny beside her.

Song Yaozhu chimed in, "It's alright. I heard that as long as you're close to the child, it's fine. Can I catch a glimpse of the little prince?"

Her request was not unreasonable, and her tone was very earnest. In addition, her straightforwardness, which disregarded others' feelings, left the Crown Princess speechless.

"Alright then." She compromised and led Song Yaozhu inside.

The young prince was fast asleep, and Song Yaozhu, just as she had said, simply stood obediently by the bedside watching him without making any other move. A loving smile graced her face, and her hands were clasped together in front of her chest, as if in devout prayer.

"Your Majesty, thank you so much! I will go to the temple to offer incense another day, hoping that I will give birth to a son!"