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Song Shuyou's heart raced as her eyes flickered nervously. In a panic, she shouted while running, "You can't do this to me! I'm your sister!"
Song Feiwan sneered, "When you and Xiao Yan teamed up to force me into the lake, did you think of me as your sister then?"
Another door bolt came crashing down, and Song Shuyou scrambled forward in a flurry. "I never wished for your death! Really! There must be some misunderstanding; just put down the bolt!"
Not only did Song Feiwan refuse to relent, but she also took every opportunity to strike at Shuyou's arms, shoulders, and legs.
Despite using all her strength to run, Song Shuyou couldn't completely evade the blows. Pain shot through her body, causing her to scream and tears to well up in her eyes.
In her frantic escape, she didn't notice that Song Feiwan kept a steady distance behind her, driving her like a dog toward a specific direction.
The pain ignited a fire of rage within Song Shuyou, stripping away her usual grace and decorum as she yelled, "Someone! Stop her!"
In the Song household, Song Shuyou held a much higher status than Song Feiwan. Although the servants were unaware of what had transpired between the sisters that led to this brawl, at Shuyou's command, several maids rushed forward to assist her.
"Miss, someone has already gone to call for the master! You must stop!"
"If you hit the Second Miss again, we won't hold back!"
With that, they boldly reached out to block Song Feiwan.
Though Song Feiwan appeared delicate and timid, usually too afraid to even breathe loudly, they dismissed her as merely putting on a show of bravado and didn't take her seriously at all.
But then—
Song Feiwan dodged their grasp and raised the door bolt high above her head, bringing it down directly onto their skulls!
She held nothing back as she struck down hard, causing several of the vicious maids to bleed from their heads and collapse in a heap!
"Ah!!"
They clutched their heads and wailed on the ground, looking at Song Feiwan with shock and terror.
Was this still the meek and easily bullied young lady they knew?
From her elevated position, Song Feiwan curled her lips into a cold smile and spat out one word: "Get lost!"
The crowd's pupils constricted in fear as they trembled all over, no longer daring to approach!
Song Shuyou's life still held value, yet these treacherous servants had no need to hold back. In the past, they had relied on the Li family for support, bullying the original owner without restraint. It would be best if a door bolt could crush them! Let everyone in this manor see who the true master is!
Song Feiwan withdrew her cold gaze and continued towards Song Shuyou. Seeing that so many people were no match for her, Song Shuyou's cry for help caught in her throat. Ignoring the pain in her body, she stumbled forward in a desperate attempt to escape.
"Sister, I also think that what happened between you and His Highness was excessive on his part. It's normal for you to feel angry. Let's calm down for a moment and talk things over, shall we?"
"Is it only him who is excessive? My dear sister, weren't you the one who encouraged him to approach me?"
"I-I was just joking! Who knew he would take it seriously!"
Song Feiwan let out a cold laugh. The memories of the original owner's last moments were particularly vivid. She had heard that Xiao Yan had come to the Rong residence and had eagerly gone to find him, only to witness him secretly meeting with her stepsister.
The man held Song Shuyou's hand, smugly mocking, "You thought your sister was some aloof goddess? It only took a little gesture from me, and she came rushing over. Just a few days, and she's already infatuated with me to the point of obsession—she won't marry anyone but me."
Song Shuyou laughed as well, adopting a demure demeanor as she said, "Your Highness is truly a dragon among men, with extraordinary bearing. What woman could possibly remain unmoved by you?"
She cast a furtive glance towards the hiding place of the original owner before continuing to ask, "So, does His Highness intend to marry my sister?"
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