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Song Shuyao's shock was no less than that of Xiao Yan. In her impression, her half-sister had always been a submissive softie, well-versed in the teachings of women and rarely stepping outside the door. After being deceived by Xiao Yan, she didn't even dare to hold hands. Now, she actually had the audacity to claim that she had feelings for Prince Xiao Yu? Was she trying to fool ghosts?
To salvage her reputation, she was truly willing to go all out! Just wait until she tore apart that lying mouth of hers!
Song Feiwan calmly looked over, slightly raising her chin. "There is naturally evidence."
"What evidence?" Song Shuyao pressed.
"It has nothing to do with you, so why should I show it to you?" Song Feiwan replied.
This infuriated Song Shuyao! When did Song Feiwan become so sharp-tongued? She fell into the water and her brain still worked?
Song Shuyao reminded herself not to act impulsively. Taking a deep breath, she said seriously, "But sister, you told me that you admired His Highness the Crown Prince."
Song Feiwan remained even more composed. "You are mistaken."
How could such a thing be mistaken?
Song Shuyao wanted to scold her for talking nonsense and reveal the entire story, but she couldn't. Encouraging an outsider to deceive her own sister would ruin her reputation if it got out. The Emperor and Empress would never allow her to marry Xiao Yan!
Xiao Yan was also aware that such matters were disgraceful, which was why he had swallowed his pride.
Song Feiwan's clear black eyes gazed at Song Shuyao as she asked with a half-smile, "But sister, now that you know where my heart lies, why do you still insist on speaking up for His Highness the Crown Prince? What is your intention?"
Several suspicious glances were cast in their direction, and someone whispered softly, "Could it really be as Miss Song said? Does Miss Song Er have some undisclosed relationship with His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Miss Song did not appear to be feigning; if she truly was the late Consort of Prince Chen, yet was being slandered by the Crown Prince and his sister, it would be utterly pitiful for her to seek death in such a way. Indeed, if Prince Chen were aware of this from beyond the grave, he would surely find no peace.
Gradually, the crowd's gaze toward Xiao Yan and Song Shuyou shifted to one of reproach. Song Shuyou's mind buzzed as she struggled to comprehend how things had escalated to this point. Wasn't it Song Feiwan who should be the one facing public scorn and rejection?
How could they still pity and praise her now?
No, she could not allow others to misunderstand her!
Frustration boiled within Song Shuyou as she forced herself to suppress her indignation and changed her tone. "Sister, you’ve misunderstood me! I made a mistake; I wasn't speaking up for anyone!"
Song Feiwan nodded, her eyes curving gently. "Very well then. The bond between Prince Chen and me is as solid as the heavens and earth; let’s not confuse matters any further."
It seemed that seeking death was shameless for Xiao Yan, while for Xiao Yu, it became a testament to true feelings. Thank you for the villain's generous gift.
Someone in the crowd asked, "So it really was just a misunderstanding?"
The Crown Prince was convinced that Miss Song had thrown herself into the lake for him, when in fact her heart belonged to Prince Chen! In light of this, the Crown Prince seemed somewhat concerned about Xiao Yan's feelings; he dared not voice his thoughts any further, but everyone understood.
Song Shuyou felt as if she might shatter her teeth from clenching them so tightly.
Was there truly no one who could put Song Feiwan in her place? Would they allow her to continue her deceit unchallenged?
Perhaps her silent plea was answered when Rong Huan finally spoke up.
"I wonder if you have the qualifications to present tangible evidence of your bond with Prince Chen?"
Facing Rong Huan, Song Feiwan felt a genuine pang of guilt. He was Xiao Yu's uncle, and here she was, using Xiao Yu's name to secure her own survival.
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