Song Yue was also stunned by her mother's actions.
Princess Jia Hua turned around and immediately switched to a gentle expression: "Did I scare you?"
"without……"
Being beaten on his son's wedding day was definitely the first thing that happened in the capital. Song Hengchuan stormed out of Yuehua Pavilion, and the slap mark on his face was undeniable.
When the news reached Yuan Fuling's ears, she was somewhat taken aback: "Was it really the princess who hit him?"
"Madam, besides the princess, who else would be so bold as to hit the eldest son?"
Yuan Fuling thought about it and realized it made sense. Shocked, she quickly led people to visit the new house. When they saw Song Hengchuan, they indeed saw the handprint.
"Chuan, Brother Chuan, what's wrong?" Yuan Fuling asked with concern.
Song Hengchuan covered his face and remained silent.
Yuan Fuling had no choice but to ask the servants, only to learn that it was Princess Jiahua who had struck her. Yuan Fuling gasped in shock: "How could the princess lay a hand on someone? It's been over ten years since we last met, and she's still his own son..."
These words were like adding fuel to the fire, making Song Hengchuan's face even uglier. Seeing this, Shen Ruyun whispered, "The princess is probably angry."
"You don't need to speak up for her. What is she angry about?" Song Hengchuan snorted.
Shen Ruyun explained carefully: "Your Highness must have investigated what kind of life Third Sister lived in the villa for many years. And you also know what kind of life Third Sister lived after returning to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. You can't hide that from Your Highness either."
Princess Jiahua was definitely angry that Song Hengchuan hadn't protected Song Yue and had instead targeted her, which is why she lost her temper.
"In the end, it's all about Song Yue. Do you think I, the eldest son of the legitimate wife, am less important than some wild girl I've raised outside and never even met?" Song Hengchuan said angrily.
Shen Ruyun knew her husband was angry and wouldn't listen to her even if she said something, so she sighed softly.
"Did Yue'er say something she shouldn't have?" Yuan Fuling muttered; "What kind of heartless parents are there in this world?"
Song Hengchuan slammed his fist on the table in anger: "It's Song Yue again!"
Seeing that her husband was angry with Song Yue, Shen Ruyun quickly said, "Husband, the princess feels very guilty towards her third sister who is being raised in the other courtyard. The more you target her, the more the princess will hate us."
The mother and daughter only met after thirteen years, and Song Yue was not doing well. Tell me, which mother could bear to see her like this?
Song Hengchuan is different again. He is the eldest son of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, who grew up in luxury and was well taken care of. The princess doesn't need to worry about him at all.
Between the two, the princess must feel sorry for the weak.
Before Yuan Fuling could say anything more, Shen Ruyun stepped forward and said gently, "Mother, please don't try to persuade my husband anymore. The princess is in a bad mood and might take it out on someone. It would be bad if it implicated my second sister."
This statement is both a reminder and a threat.
After Yuan Fuling became wary, she indeed stopped speaking recklessly. She gave Shen Ruyun a meaningful look, pursed her lips, said nothing, and got up to leave.
The once bustling Jingguo Duke's mansion fell silent because of the princess's return. The Jingguo Duke also heard that Song Hengchuan had been beaten, but he did not dare to go to the princess to question her. Instead, he went to Ninghui Hall.
“The princess must be angry.” The old lady clutched her prayer beads, having not shown her face all day. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes seemed to hold a thousand sorrows that could not be dispelled.
From the day she learned that the princess would return sooner or later, the old lady lost her appetite, couldn't sleep, and felt weak all over.
He didn't even attend today's wedding banquet.
"You are, after all, an elder; the princess won't do anything to you," Duke Jing comforted himself.
The Dowager shrugged and closed her eyes, recalling how she had personally poured Princess Jia Hua a cup of wine, knocked her unconscious, dismissed the people around Princess Jia Hua, and personally escorted her to the carriage for the marriage alliance.
She even changed her wedding dress herself.
Just before disembarking from the carriage, Princess Jia Hua opened her eyes, her calm, abyss-like gaze fixed intently on her.
She remembered that look in her eyes for thirteen years.
"No one expected that the princess would return one day. What are your plans?" The Dowager Lady looked at the Duke of Jingguo.
The family has even prepared a memorial tablet for the princess and makes offerings to it every year, so they have no hope of her returning.
Now that they're back, they won't return without a single soldier; they'll come back silently, catching everyone off guard.
The Duke of Jingguo remained silent.
“The founding emperor is dead, and no one in power now can control him. Back then, Jia Hua was the only one who supported the current emperor. Who among the civil and military officials doesn’t know what the emperor’s thoughts have been all these years?” The old lady was worried, and the prayer beads in her hand spun faster and faster: “Even if she commits murder and arson, someone will cover for her.”
Thinking about Jia Hua's personality, the old lady's head was buzzing.
When she said these words, she seemed to have no regard for the Duke of Jing's gloomy face. Princess Jiahua was clearly his wife, yet so many people were eyeing her.
"She has long been disgraced and has served many men. To be honest, my son feels disgusted whenever he sees her." The Duke of Jingguo said with a look of utter disgust.
The old lady frowned: "No matter what you think, she has finally returned. Given her personality, she would never agree to be on equal footing with Madam Yuan."
The Duke of Jingguo remained silent.
For so many years, Yuan Fuling had been gentle and careful with him. He had promised her that she would become the mistress of the Duke's mansion in the future.
If Yuan Fuling were to break her promise, she would surely be disappointed in herself.
“At this point, why are you still worrying about titles? Don’t forget that Yao’er isn’t married yet. If she’s unhappy and upsets Yao’er, you’ll regret it!” the Grand Madam said.
Duke Jingguo gritted his teeth: "I'll go back and discuss it with Fuling."
The Duke of Jingguo's mansion was brightly lit all night.
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