Just because she was once a close friend of the deceased queen.

The prince supported by the Prince of Nanjun was not Emperor Sheng'an. One of the reasons why he survived was because the emperor and empress supported him for the sake of the princess.

It's a pity that Prince Nanjun is not a smart man after all.

But perhaps this is also the reason why the emperor is willing to spare his life.

Keeping a love-brained prince to redeem his reputation of slaughtering his brothers is always more reassuring than keeping those smart ones.

"Madam Han, Duke Ren, please accept the decree and express your gratitude." The eunuch who announced the decree said in a shrill voice.

After recovering from their shock, the mother and son had an urge to hug each other and cry.

Princess Nanjun murmured with tears in her eyes: "Sister Ning, after you passed away, my mother and I are still blessed by you. How can I repay you?"

Si Wei silently stepped forward and patted his mother's back to comfort her. "Don't be sad, mother. I will be loyal to the emperor and love the country in the future. As long as Daqian needs me, I am willing to sacrifice my life to repay the emperor's kindness."

"Good, you have great ambition." The eunuch who announced the imperial edict came out and handed the imperial edict to Si Wei, saying.

Si Wei pulled the purse from his waist and wanted to give it to the eunuch who announced the decree for tea, but the eunuch raised his hand to refuse.

"After I leave, the emperor still remembers the affection between Madam Han and the queen. If you encounter any problems, you can just send a letter to the palace and talk about it."

The eunuch, who knew something about the situation in the Prince of Nanjun's Mansion, seemed to be speaking these words to Si Wei and his mother, but this was also a warning to the father and daughter who were standing next to him with gloomy and unwilling faces.

After the eunuch who announced the decree left, the Prince of Nanjun grabbed Lingshan, who was jealous that Si Wei and her son could stay in the capital. Not only was her title of princess revoked, but she also had to accompany her father to live in that bitter and cold place.

He was about to go crazy and pounce on Princess Nanjun and Si Wei, who had always given in to her in everything for so many years.

"Father, please let me go. Why can they stay and continue to live in the palace and enjoy a good life while I have to suffer with you?" Lingshan, who had been stripped of her title, shouted.

He didn't notice how ugly his father's face looked, and he let go of his hand with a cold look in his eyes.

Lingshan was stunned for a moment, then she smiled happily, thinking that her father was still indulging her in bullying the mother and son as she pleased, just like before.

Han and Si Wei, who were no longer called Princess of Nanjun but were still granted the title of first-rank lady, looked coldly at the father and daughter as they went crazy.

Just when Lingshan was about to pounce on Mrs. Han regardless of the consequences, Si Wei finally took action to protect his mother. He raised his foot and pushed her away fiercely.

"Ah..." Lingshan covered her stomach and curled up, looking at her cheap brother who kicked her with resentment and disbelief, and cursed with a ferocious face: "You dare to fight back, you loser, your father will definitely kick you and your son out."

Si Wei stood there quietly looking at Lingshan, the child who was doted on by her father. Thinking of her father's indifference and disregard for him over the years, he looked up at the Prince of Nanjun who had been demoted.

"The emperor has given you five days to pack your luggage, so father should hurry up and pack it. Don't anger the king or you will lose your title. If you do that, you will probably become a commoner."

The Prince of Nanjun glanced at Si Wei and his mother with an obscure look, then turned sideways to look at his daughter whom he had doted on since she was a child. In an instant, he seemed to have aged by a dozen years as he walked out with his back slightly hunched.

Lingshan was completely stunned. In the past, if Lingshan didn't say that she was kicked by this annoying brother, even if he spoke to her in a bad manner, she would report it to her father and Si Wei would be punished.

"Father...Father King..."

The staggering Prince of Nanjun turned around and said in a hoarse voice, "I am no longer the prince. Don't call me that anymore."

Lingshan watched her father's dejected back as he walked out of the hall. She turned around and saw that Si Wei and the woman who had taken her mother's position had left, and she didn't know when they had left.

Thinking of Lingshan, who was ordered by the emperor to accompany her father to leave Beijing for his fiefdom, and her future life, she burst into tears, but there was no one to pamper and coax her.

A selfish person like the Prince of Nanjun might be able to accept that his unloved son would not inherit the title.

But since his throne was abolished by Emperor Sheng'an because of his daughter Lingshan, it would be impossible for him not to feel resentful.

Lingshan's arm was originally broken by An Xin. It was not until the Prince of Nanjun invited an imperial physician from the palace who was good at setting bones to fix it that it was not broken again when she fell off the sedan chair.

But when Si Wei kicked him out, he hit his arm and the bone was displaced.

Lingshan was afraid of pain and did not want to have her bones set again, so she lost one of her arms.

*As Prince Nanjun was afraid of angering the emperor, An Xin not only stopped causing trouble for her, but also suppressed her daughter Lingshan and stopped her from making trouble.

Compared to An Xin, Prime Minister Xiao and his family were so disgusted by the father and daughter, Prince of Nanjun and Lingshan, that they couldn't eat for several days.

Prime Minister Xiao's wife was so angry that she ignored the image of a noble lady she had always maintained and smashed several expensive ornaments, but her anger did not dissipate.

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"What do you mean my son's innocence has been ruined by his daughter? What kind of marriage are you talking about?

He thought he was a prince, but his dissolute daughter is not even worthy of being my son's concubine."

Xiao Wenrou came over and gently patted her mother's back, acting very filial: "Mother, calm down. They will leave Beijing soon. We just don't agree. Be careful not to get angry and hurt your body."

Xiao Wenjin, who was helped out by the servants, looked at his sister, who was still bright and beautiful, and his eyes drooped gloomily.

Although she knew about this, she was jealous of her students who were now successful in official circles, so she wanted to see them in trouble.

So when his followers told him that his sister wanted them to plot against Leng Xiangbai, the top scholar who was highly regarded by the head of the Hanlin Academy, he did not stop them.

But the idea was clearly that of this younger sister, and it was she who ordered the man to be knocked unconscious and sent to Princess Lingshan, who liked men, for her to play with.

But in the end, his sister was unharmed, while he was almost ruined by Princess Lingshan, that slutty girl who had dated countless men. How could he not hate her?

Xiao Wenjin now not only hated Princess Lingshan and An Xin who had captured him and toyed with him, but also hated this sister who always liked to pretend to be simple and innocent.

He believed that everything he was experiencing now was caused by his sister who had become weird and bold.

A few days later, Lingshan, who was unwilling to leave the capital's comfortable life and go to her fiefdom to suffer hardships, was escorted out of the palace by the Prince of Nanjun, who was afraid of angering Emperor Sheng'an.

However, before leaving, Lingshan had someone capture Liu Mingjie, who was about to leave after she got into trouble, and take him out of the capital.

From then on, An Xin and the others never saw this man again. He ignored his sisters for his own future and was pushed into the fire pit by his mother who doted on him, but remained indifferent.