Because Bólíng Hóu Yuán Xuěpèi was carried back to the imperial capital.

  Yuan Xueying received the news and rushed back to Bailinghou Mansion without changing her clothes. When she arrived, Jian Yu Bai had already invited the imperial physician to come out and personally diagnose Yuan Xueping's condition. However, the result was like a thunderbolt on a clear day for Yuan Xueying: "Kneecap shattered, no power to save!"

  Yuan Xuepei, who was only twenty years old and had not yet married or taken office, would never be able to stand up again in this life!

  After repeatedly asking the judge to confirm the result, Yuan Xueying was stunned!

  It wasn't until Jian Yu Bai sent away the Yuan family's elder, who had come to gloat over their misfortune, that she finally came back to her senses and tearfully asked: "Didn't they say that the Wuhuan wouldn't dare to move against you? How could brother end up like this?"

  Jian Xuwu's icy expression was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yuan Xuepei: "This injury wasn't from Wu Huan, it was after being rescued from Wu Huan, a skirmish at the front line, accidentally fell off the horse and was trampled by hooves."

  Yuan Xueyu was greatly grieved by his words, and several times she choked back tears. Naturally, she wouldn't notice that her brother's eyes were fixed on Jian Xu Bai, with an almost pleading gaze, forcing the latter to maintain a reluctant silence.

  He stretched out his scarred hand and gently stroked the top of his sister's hair, soothing her with a warm tone. "At that time, I thought I was going to die! But fortunately, heaven pitied us, and we siblings still have a chance to meet again. Although this battle ended in our great victory, many people were buried abroad, not just one or two. As your brother returned safely, we should be happy about it!"

  How can Yuan Xueying be happy?!

  Even though Yuan Xuepei repeatedly comforted and consoled her, for several days in a row, she was tearful and unable to control herself.

  As her elder brother, he couldn't bear to see her like this and didn't want to scold her, but Jian Xuwu, who came to visit every day, couldn't help it anymore!

  Taking advantage of Yuan Xue's inattention, she called her to the corridor and severely scolded her: "Your brother has suffered such a great calamity, and in order not to let you worry, he specially put on a generous attitude to talk and laugh! You're good, aren't you afraid that he's not worried enough? Still crying?! Trash! What else can you do besides crying? It's simply a burden!"

  Yuan Xueying was scolded by Jian Xu Bai, and finally stopped crying, but her eyes were sunken, and she became haggard in just a few days. Yuan Xuepei was anxious and even blamed Jian Xu Bai for interfering: "Xueying is young and a girl, it's inevitable that she gets flustered when things happen, can't you just comfort her? What did she do wrong? Now she can't even eat, isn't this making me more worried?"

  Running into this twenty-four filial brother, Jian Xu Bai was also helpless. Thinking of the truth about Yuan Xue Pei's disability, he sighed silently and said, "Then I'll go apologize to her?"

  "She's not blaming you, she's mainly heartbroken for me!" Yuan Xuepei said with a worried tone, "She hasn't been able to eat for two days, and her body was weak to begin with, what can we do?"

  Jian Yu's brow furrowed as she gave him a few suggestions, all of which were rejected. Just as she was starting to get annoyed, one of the servants intervened and said, "Why not invite Miss Song over to our manor to lift the spirits of both young ladies?"

  "Miss Song?" Although they had gone to see her off together when they first went on expedition, six years had passed and the little girl who had only met a few times back then had long been forgotten.

  They were all stunned and looked at each other in confusion, "Which Miss Song?"

  The servant reminded: "Wei Wangfei and her ex-husband's daughter, who was raised in the Hengshan Wangfu. Over the years, she has been inseparable from the eldest miss, like sisters. According to people close to the eldest miss, she listens most to Miss Song's advice. Now that the eldest miss is lovesick, perhaps Miss Song can come up with a solution?"

  "It was her!" Yuan Xuepei suddenly realized, nodded immediately, and ordered the servants to prepare gifts and horses, and went to the Hengshan Wangfu to invite someone, "As long as Sprout can eat, she will have her own benefits!"

  Jian Yu Bai also vaguely remembered some scenes from back then - but at seventeen, he had already lost the innocence and carefree nature of his eleven-year-old self, so this memory was like a fleeting glimpse, passing in an instant, without any ripples.

  He is now worried about his good friend's body.

  Yuan Xue'ai finally found someone to take over, and secretly let out a sigh of relief: "If the Hengshan Wangfu doesn't release the person, just tell me, I'll send someone to talk!"

  However, Song Yixiao wasn't as difficult to invite as he thought. After Yuan Xuepei spoke to him in person, Wei Mengying readily agreed: "Previously, your family's young lady returned to the manor in a hurry, and Xiaoxiao has been worried about it for several days! It's just that I heard there was something going on at the manor, so I didn't dare to visit, fearing I'd be a bother. Since you don't mind her bothering you, then tomorrow I'll send someone to escort her over!"

  This matter was transmitted to the Huanxia residence, and Madam Zhao felt that something was not quite right: "Although Old Lady Yuan is in charge of the hall, but this time it's Master Yuan who invited Miss over to Houfu to console Eldest Young Miss Yuan! If it were a few years ago when Miss was still young, it would be fine. Now that Miss is almost grown up and Master Yuan is also young, neither of them has been married yet, it's easy to give rise to idle gossip! How could the Princess have agreed to this?"

  After Zhi Qin's incident, Jin Xun, the personal maid who was promoted, spoke quickly without thinking: "Could it be that the princess wants to marry Miss to Marquis Yuan? Although Marquis Yuan is disabled, he is still a hereditary marquis after all!"

  Before she had even finished speaking, Zhao's mother slapped her mouth: "Nonsense! How could our good daughter marry a useless man?!"

  "Yuan sister and I have been friends for a long time, now her brother is in trouble, she's also heartbroken, if I don't go this time, it will be said that I'm not loyal to our sisterly bond!" Song Yi laughed and waved her hand to stop Zhao mom from continuing to scold Jin Xun, saying casually, "In any case, we can't avoid it, let's just hurry up and pack our things!"

  She dismissed the wet nurse and the maid, and she took a strand of green silk that was hanging down from her temples, but she was also very puzzled. "In these six years, my mother gave birth to a son and a daughter, and thoroughly secured her position as the princess of Hengshan. Even the empress dowager has calmed down a lot. My status in her heart has declined, which is not surprising. However, as Mother Zhao said, Yuan Xueping's legs are disabled, even with the title of marquis, he will never be able to take office! Without taking office, there is no real power, and it's just a good-sounding title of marquis, which doesn't meet my mother's expectations for me."

  The doubt remained until noon, when she was summoned to Wei Mengying's side and finally got an explanation: "The princess mentioned a few days ago that she is getting old and wants to see the establishment of a heir in the mansion. Although the prince did not agree, but according to my observation, he has also started considering it."

  Just this sentence made Song Yi Xiang suddenly understand.

  As expected, Wei Mengying sighed: "The Empress Dowager is in such a hurry, isn't it because she wants the King to establish Lu Guanlun? Although the King now likes your brother the most, he can't go against the Empress Dowager due to filial piety!"

  So, although Yuan Xuepei returned crippled this time, his relationship with the Prince of Yan was not reduced from what it was in those years! The Prince of Yan has been going to the residence of the Marquis of Boling almost every day these days! What he says, Her Majesty the Empress Dowager is most willing to listen to, and the current emperor is extremely filial... You mustn't miss this opportunity when you go to the residence of the Marquis of Boling!

  "Yuan Xuepei is injured in the leg, not in the brain! The troubles of the Boling Houfu have not been resolved yet, and now he's disabled, afraid he can't take care of himself! Who has the mind to intervene in the Wangfu's succession?" Song Yi smiled silently upon hearing this, secretly sneering in her heart, "Even if we assume he has the energy to spare, why should he help Guanyun?!"

  Lu Guanyun was her younger half-brother, the seventh prince of the Wang family. He was already four years old and was clever and lovely, indeed very likable - but not likable enough to make people want to help him fight for the position of crown prince at first sight!

  Song Yi furrowed her brow: "Mother, I just went to comfort Yuan sister a few words, and although Yuan Houye is grateful, sending me some clothes and jewelry shouldn't be a problem. But if it's for the sake of my brother becoming the heir, going to ask Jian Gongye about it, I'm afraid it won't work?"

  "How can you only think of your own clothes and jewelry? Don't you ever think that your brother is the crown prince, and this vast palace belongs to us? You can dress up however you want!" Wei Mengying scolded with a hint of disappointment. Then she said, "Yuan Xuepei's weakness is Yuan Xueshuang. You've been sisters with her for six years, don't you understand her personality? If you grasp her well, why would Yuan Xuepei not help us?"

  Lowering his voice, "If all else fails, can't you just coax him yourself? He's in the prime of his life but has a crippled leg, he must be feeling terrible, and that's when he needs someone to understand and care..."

  "What do you take me for?!" Song Yi's expression changed as she heard this, and she hissed, "Even if Marquis Yuan is not good, he is still a marquis. Will he lack the addition of Xiang Hong's sleeves?! If I lean in like this, let alone whether he likes it or not, how can I live with myself in the future?!"

  She burst into tears and cried out, "If you insist on me doing this, then I can only go back to look for a three-foot white silk!"

  Wei Mengying didn't expect her daughter to react so fiercely, and her face was red with anger for a while before she said angrily: "If you don't want to go, then don't go. I'm not forcing you at knifepoint. But what's the point of being so reckless and courting death?!"

  Song Yi Xiao was crying uncontrollably, as if she had suffered a great humiliation. Wei Meng Yin scolded her for half the day without seeing her stop, and although she was angry and resentful, she also feared that things would get out of hand. In the end, she angrily swept her sleeve and said: "Alright! Let's go back! Pretend I never said anything!"

  Watching her biological eldest daughter cry and leave, Wei Mengying was rubbing her temples with a headache. Another loud wail came from the inner room, and her mother-in-law, carrying their one-year-old younger daughter Lu Jinger, came out: "Does it seem like the Eighth Princess is hungry?"

  When she saw Wei Mengying's unpleasant expression, Thin Mama tactfully stopped talking and handed Lu Jier to the wet nurse outside the door before returning to the room alone. Only then did she quietly comfort her: "Your Highness, why must you be like this? Although the King has had the intention of establishing a heir, he hasn't said it out loud yet! Even if Miss Song agrees to go ask Duke Yuan and Yan Guo Gong today, what if the King doesn't bring up this matter in a short period of time? Not even the Empress Dowager can arbitrarily let the King establish an heir and make the Seventh Prince the heir, right? Isn't that just a waste of effort?"

  "But look at her attitude!" Wei Mengying said with a bad tone, "She didn't have any intention of helping Yun'er from the start! She doesn't even think about how she's been living well and dressing well in the Wang Fu all these years, who was it that made it possible for her? Now that she needs to put in some effort, she's using this as a threat against me! Unfilial daughter! It's really infuriating!"

  Thin mother smiled and said: "Miss Song is now at the age of marriage, this young youth, will eventually yearn for a husband like Mr. Qi... Duke Yuan is good in every way, but he has lost his leg, it's no wonder Miss Song doesn't want to get close to him..."

  She paused on purpose - after all these years, Wei Mengying naturally understood her mind and muttered to herself: "She thinks Yuan Xuepei is not good? I'd like to see, when the people who want to propose to her are all inferior to Yuan Xuepei, can she still dislike Yuan Xuepei?"