Because Guoguo still had his uses, Duke Huan endured for the time being.

He forced a kind smile.

"Chuan’er, tomorrow you will accompany your father back to the ancestral home to meet the clan members."

When Guoguo was initially expelled from the family, Duke Huan had removed his name from the family registry.

Now, to have him recognized by the ancestors again, he naturally needed to meet the clan members and pay respects to the ancestors.

Guoguo, however, had no interest at all.

He lived well in Great Chu and didn’t want to be part of the Song Family anymore.

In fact, he even preferred the name "Guoguo," which he initially rejected, over Song Yingchuan.

Seeing Guoguo’s tense demeanor, remaining silent for a long time.

Madam Wei, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, reminded, "Chuan’er, your father is speaking to you."

Guoguo lifted his gaze, "Understood."

Though he was unwilling, he still remembered the plan he had agreed upon with the Princess and the Marquis.

His purpose this time was not only to seek justice for himself but also for his deceased mother!

The meal reached its final stages.

Madam Wei proactively said to her younger daughter Song Qingrui, "What about accessories from Great Chu? It’s so far away."

"Tomorrow, I’ll have the female attendants from Jinyi Pavilion bring the latest and finest fabrics to the manor for you to choose from."

Song Qingrui, delighted, glanced at Bai Zhi’er with satisfaction.

"Thank you, mother, that’s wonderful. In a few days, it’s Brother Ming Yang’s birthday celebration. I will definitely wear the latest attire to attend."

Her sister Song Qingying smiled slightly, "Congratulations, little sister."

"You grew up with Princely Heir Ming Yang since childhood, with an excellent relationship. At the birthday celebration, you will surely be the center of attention, a little beauty."

Song Qingrui was floating with pride from the praise.

For a moment, her smugness increased.

She looked at Bai Zhi’er, "I haven’t had the pleasure, what is your name?"

Bai Zhi’er blinked.

If she reported her true name, it might expose her identity.

After some thought, she replied, "Jing Zhi."

Song Qingrui thought it over in her mind.

She hadn’t heard of any powerful merchant with the surname Jing.

The most powerful and famous merchant in the entire region was Great Chu’s fourth son, with the surname Bai.

It seemed the people before her were just small-time merchants, not even worthy of being called a shopkeeper.

To show off, Song Qingrui pursed her lips and laughed, "You have traveled from afar and are guests, and also friends of my brother Song Yingchuan."

"How about this, I see that as a lady, you might be bored, in a few days for the birthday celebration, you can tag along with me to take a look."

"But I’m just afraid you might not dare to go, because everyone present will be nobility, and if you don’t know the etiquettes and offend someone, I won’t be able to help you."

Song Qingrui was not genuinely inviting Bai Zhi’er to accompany her.

She just wanted to brag, thinking Bai Zhi’er wouldn’t have the courage to follow her to an unfamiliar place.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhi’er immediately agreed, "Sure. I also want to see how you shine at Brother Ming Yang’s birthday celebration."

After speaking, Bai Zhi’er smiled and drank the bowl of silver fungus lotus seed soup in front of her.

It was very sweet, and she liked it.

Thus, her expression became even more cheerful, without a trace of fear or hesitation.

This left Song Qingrui momentarily stunned.

She initially was just speaking rhetorically, who would have thought this Jing Zhi would actually agree?

Now if she reneged, it would appear petty.

However, if Jing Zhi dared to go, she would dare to embarrass her!

Feng Fuce, sitting aside, glanced over, seeing Bai Zhi’er’s joyful enjoyment of the lotus seed soup.

It seemed she was not afraid, having other plans.

He felt relieved.

When the time comes, he would accompany her, ensuring the Little Demon Pet would not be wronged by others.