The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Now Song Shiguang is imprisoned in the cell opposite Prince Yongle, and the two of them stare at each other every day.

As soon as he woke up in the morning, Prince Yongle would curse Song Shiguang's eight generations of ancestors; he would curse them again before eating, and again before going to bed at night. In any case, he would curse people's ancestors whenever he remembered.

Song Shiguang didn't dare to talk back. Not to mention his current situation, he was not qualified to talk back, even in the past he was not qualified.

The key point is that he was extremely regretful. He suddenly remembered that he was a prince, with a bright future. If he married the daughter of the Marquis of Jian'an and lived a good life, he could actually live a good life.

How did he end up in jail overnight? How did his family's title become inherited by his second uncle overnight?

He was unwilling to accept this, very unwilling to accept it. He remembered that his first wife had sold her dowry for him to help him pursue a career in government; he remembered that the last time he was in prison, it was his first wife who raised money everywhere to get him out.

But he didn't remember that as soon as he got out of prison, he beat his wife so badly that she was bruised and battered and sent her back to her parents' home.

Song Shiguang threw himself on the prison door and shouted, "Sir, Sir, please tell my wife to find a way to save me. As long as you save me, I will do whatever she says. I will do whatever she says."

The jailer sat there, threw a few peanuts into his mouth, and squinted at him, "Wife? When disaster strikes, everyone flees, but I still save you! Why don't you save the money for something else instead of saving someone like you!"

"No, no! My wife is the legitimate daughter of Marquis Jian'an. She has always loved me! She will not abandon me! Please tell her that when I get out, I will thank you with a generous gift." Song Shiguang banged his head against the wooden railing of the door.

The jailer stood up, holding a whip in his hand, and lashed it on the door railing, causing Song Shiguang to scream in pain. His hands trembled and were covered with bruises.

The jailer was in a bad mood.

His name was Zhou You. He was originally the Yu Zuo Si of the Dongyu Guard, a position one level higher than Ma Chuyi's earlier position of Yu Qian Si.

Later, because he was on the wrong side, he was assigned by the former captain of the Yuwei, Lou Yuxiao, to intercept the carriage of Princess Haiyan and her husband. He was liquidated after the "Qingchen" plan.

It was also because it was verified that he was only assigned and did not participate in the rebellion, so he was only demoted and became a jailer in Dongyuwei Prison.

This is another climb from the bottom, how can I be in a good mood?

Zhou You weighed the whip in his hand, dragged a stool and sat down, crossed his legs and said, "Fool, I think you have lived half your life in vain. Come on, I will analyze for you, idiot, where will your wives and concubines go after you fall."

Song Shiguang shouted in his heart, "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen, go find Shi Wanzhen for me." But he didn't dare to offend the jailer, and his face was full of flattering smiles, "Sir, I am the son-in-law of the Marquis of Jian'an Mansion, they will not ignore me. I only ask you to pass on the message, and I will pay a hundred taels of silver when the time comes."

The jailer Zhou You smiled coldly. He hated these people who made promises as soon as they opened their mouths. He was badly harmed by these people.

He was playing with a whip in his hand, his eyes fell on the embarrassed Song Shiguang's face, "You committed a crime and went to jail. Among your wives and concubines, I guess only the one from Jian'an Marquis' Mansion is lucky enough, her family is powerful enough to be dismissed. As for the others, haha, the ugly ones will be exiled or sent to slavery, and the good-looking ones will be sent to the Jiaofangsi. Those with average looks can only go to that kind of place. Oh, there is another way, to be hanged with a few feet of white silk. So, if you are such a thing, you still want Jian'an Marquis' Mansion to come forward to save you, forget it."

The more Song Shiguang listened, the more panicked he became. "No, Wanzhen can't live without me. She can't live without me. Yes, she can't live. She..."

Prince Yongle laughed, "You? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror! Can't I survive? I think you are overthinking. I don't know how comfortable I am, maybe I can even find a new father for your children."

Song Shiguang collapsed to the ground, his eyes gradually becoming dull. He shook his head and repeated in a low voice, "No, she can't live without me. She can't live without me... She's always been afraid of being divorced by me."

He remembered that the day after he slapped Shi Wanzhen, the Marquis's Mansion sent someone to discuss divorce with him.

At that time, he was ready to slap the divorce letter in the face of the Jian'an Marquis's Mansion, but he held back when he thought that he might have to use this living signboard to fool Prince Yongle in the future.

Could it be that Shi Wanzhen really wants to give up this family?

In fact, Shi Wanzhen is now facing a more difficult choice than the divorce.

Her two children were homeless and wanted to come to her for help, but they did not get the consent of Wei Cailing, the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion.

Jian'an Hou Mansion.

The night wind blew by, rolling up a few fallen leaves, which swirled and flew on the bluestone path, adding a bit of loneliness.

At this time, Wei Cailing was sitting at the head of the table in a thick brocade dress. Although she was young, she looked very serious and had a sense of authority. "No, you absolutely cannot live in the Marquis' Mansion."

Shi Wanzhen stood in the hall with tears on her face, begging carefully, "My daughter-in-law, as your aunt, please let my children live in the mansion. They have nowhere else to go, only me as their mother. Where can you let them go? Xia'er said that day that the Marquis' Mansion will be the backing for women like us who have no one to rely on. Even if the husband's family is gone, we can still live in the Marquis' Mansion."

Wei Cailing gently placed the teacup in her hand on the tea mat, and then said in a calm voice, "Aunt, don't lie to me. Although I have been in the Marquis' Mansion for a short time, I know Xia'er's style of doing things. If Xia'er were here, she would have kicked you out long ago just by hearing what you said. You can live in the Marquis' Mansion, but your two children with the surname Song, don't even think about living here."

Shi Wanzhen was anxious, "Then what do you think we should do? Should we just let them wander around outside?"

Wei Cailing said slowly, "Your children's surname is Song, so they should not be allowed to enter our Marquisate. There is no need to discuss this. As far as I know, the second uncle of the Song family is a kind and righteous man. He did not drive them away, and even arranged a yard and servants to serve them. They themselves disliked the fact that the Earl's Mansion was downgraded to a Viscount's Mansion, and they also disliked the remoteness of the yard and the lack of servants. Little aunt, our Jian'an Marquisate really can't afford to support these two Buddhas. At this time, they are still complaining about everything and don't know how to behave themselves."

Shi Wanzhen wiped her tears and said, "They are still children. They will eventually be taught well if we teach them slowly. I am worried about the Song family... I am worried..."

Wei Cailing was not moved at all. "Child? Your eldest son Song Ruishi is thirteen years old now. Is he small? He is the same age as Shi Yunzhou. Do you want to compare what Yunzhou is doing now? And what is your son doing?"

Comparing yourself to others is really frustrating! Shi Wanzhen felt hurt and her face turned ugly.

Then Wei Cailing said, "Also, your daughter is already over nine years old, two years older than our sister Xue'er. Look at how cute other people's daughters are, and then compare your daughter to them. Are you worried about the Song family, or is the Song family worried about your children?"

As they were talking, Hua Ruo came hurriedly and said, "Madam, a young girl who just came into the mansion was scalded by the hot soup used by the children of the aunt."