When the news of Pei Shuo's death in battle came back to Beijing, it was March, and the cold had not subsided, and the entire mansion was bleak.

The concubines of the mansion cried together, as if they were going to cry the peach blossoms on the eaves.

Pei Shuo's mother, Concubine Zhuang, summoned me to the palace, made me kneel down as soon as I entered the palace, and slapped me fiercely: "Broom star! My son is brave and good at fighting, why do you meet with accidents when you marry you and then go on the expedition?"

I knelt on the ground and didn't say a word, Concubine Zhuang has never liked me, if it weren't for my father's official residence as the prime minister, I wouldn't have been able to sit in the position of Princess Shuo.

A middle-aged mother who lost her son is also a poor person.

"Song Rujun, even if my son dies in battle, you have to guard the Shuo Wangfu for the palace, every grass and tree in the Shuo Wangfu, including everyone, is my son's."

I kowtowed heavily, "My son obeys."

Where can a princess who has no husband go?

It's just that I didn't expect it, but in half a year, my father found another way out for me, forcing me to break my promise to Concubine Zhuang.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, and Rujun is much haggard." My father sat in the high seat, and although he was smiling, I couldn't help but shiver.

"The prince has encountered an accident, his daughter is sad, and he has to run the huge palace, so he will inevitably be tired."

I lowered my head and looked at my mother's shoes, which were still new, but they were already outdated, just like my mother's in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Rujun, raise your head." My father walked up to me.

I raised my head, my eyelashes fluttered, my mother behind my father shook her head slightly, and I handed my mother a reassuring look.

The father smiled with satisfaction: "If you have this face, you should be born to be a master."

An ominous premonition rose in my heart: "What does my father mean by this?"

"Rujun, for my father to find another family for you, the position of King Heng's side concubine is not to bury your face."

I immediately knelt down to my father, "King Heng is the elder brother of his husband, how can his daughter marry?"

"My father said that if I can marry, I can marry," my father paused and chuckled a few times, "What's more, if you are beautiful and virtuous, King Heng is very willing."

I sat on the ground, the corners of my clothes almost scratched by my fingers.

Pei Heng hated me too late, how could he be willing to marry me?

My father helped me up: "Your mother is not young, and her body is not good, a few days ago, the son of Nanyang also tried to ask his father to marry Ruyi, Rujun, you think about it."

"Father, daughter marry." There are many concubines in the backyard of the prince of Nanyang, and they can't marry as they wish.

Mother's life, wishful marriage, my good father always knows how to force me to comply.

I don't know what my father said in front of the emperor, in short, as soon as the news that the daughter of the Song family was the concubine of King Heng came out, it immediately caused an uproar.

The concubine remarried as a side concubine, how ridiculous.

"Miss, you still don't want to go out these days." Qingmo handed me the notebook I asked her to buy, her eyes were red, as if she had cried.

"Okay."

I know what is being said outside, it is nothing more than scolding me for being unchaste, and my husband is in a hurry to marry another half a year after he died.

But if all these gossips could break me, I should have wiped my neck and killed myself when I was thirteen.

"You let me in! I know Song Rujun is in the room, and I can hear me!" It is the voice of wishful thinking.

I put down my notebook and sighed, "Let her in."

Ruyi rushed in, and when he saw me, his eyes were red: "Sister, do you really want to marry Prince Heng?"