"Second Miss Song, please return to the mansion with this old servant."
Song Yun saw that Prince Rong had summoned the most senior steward of the mansion, and realized there was no room for negotiation in this matter.
In the great hall, everyone was enjoying themselves, with no one caring about her departure. Even her father avoided looking at her, his eyes only on her legitimate elder sister.
She was really unwilling. If she had been born legitimate, the one sitting next to her father now would be her!!
She wouldn't have to rack her brains to squeeze into the so-called orthodox circle and wouldn't have to be so cautious everywhere in Prince Rong Mansion!
But even so, even though she had calculated much, there were always people standing at heights she couldn't reach, and with a slight push, she had no power to resist.
She was already following the steward along a side path, but the voices of those people still followed her like shadows.
