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The Widow's Joy: The Villain Returns
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"Help! The eldest daughter of the Song family has jumped into the lake!"
The terrified cries of the maidservants at the Grand Tutor's residence drew countless guests to the scene.
Splash! Splash!
A few women who could swim jumped in like dumplings to rescue her.
But the girl who had thrown herself into the lake clearly had a death wish; she didn’t struggle at all, allowing the icy water to swallow her bit by bit.
Guests murmured among themselves: "Why would the eldest daughter of the Song family, who seemed perfectly fine, suddenly decide to jump into the lake?"
"I heard she was infatuated with His Royal Highness and was trying to force him to marry her as a consort by threatening to take her own life!"
"What? Her father is just a mere third-rank official; isn’t that just wishful thinking?"
"Exactly! It’s one thing for her to seek death, but to do it at the Rong family’s birthday banquet? How unlucky!"
The commotion grew louder, and soon, members of the Rong family rushed over, their expressions as cold as ice, their handsome faces darkened with anger.
Finally, someone surfaced from the water.
A group of women struggled to bring a delicate figure back to shore.
"Did we save her? Is she still alive?"
"It seems she’s not breathing!"
What was supposed to be a joyous occasion turned into a tragedy; the Rong family would surely be furious now.
Song Feiwan felt as if she were trapped in an unending nightmare, her eyelids heavy as lead, refusing to open.
Her chest burned with pain, radiating through her limbs and bones.
The buzzing voices around her only added to her agitation.
Just then, a sudden impact knocked against her chest, and she coughed up a mouthful of filthy water, finally able to breathe again.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Amidst the thunderous sound of her heartbeat, she suddenly opened her eyes wide!
"Ah! She’s come back from the dead!" someone screamed in terror.
Song Feiwan furrowed her brows as she scanned her surroundings. What kind of corpse trick is this? Can’t they see she’s alive and well?
Seeing that everyone was dressed in ancient robes and the architecture around her was antique, she couldn’t help but be taken aback. Wasn’t she sleeping at home just yesterday? Where on earth was this place? And why was she so drenched?
Just as she was pondering these questions, a flood of unfamiliar memories suddenly surged into her mind, causing her pupils to constrict in shock. She had actually been transported into the palace intrigue novel she had casually flipped through before going to bed last night!
She had become the cannon fodder female character who shared her name! The reason she was soaked was that the original character had despaired and thrown herself into a lake, meeting a tragic end.
“Sister, why are you being so foolish?” A weeping voice broke through her thoughts. Song Feiwan wrapped herself in a dry cloak and slowly lifted her head.
Her stepsister, Song Shuyou, stood there with a handkerchief in hand, wiping away her tears. With delicate features that exuded fragility, she looked pitiful as she cried. Her beautiful eyes were filled with sorrow and concern.
If Song Feiwan didn’t know that this very person had caused her demise, she might have been moved by such a display.
Beside her stood a handsome man clad in luxurious robes, exuding an air of elegance. The way he looked down his nose at others made it clear he was accustomed to a life of privilege. Unlike Song Shuyou, his narrow eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.
“If Miss Song thinks that throwing herself into the lake will coerce me into pitying you, you underestimate me!” he declared coldly. “A woman as coarse and unworthy as you wouldn’t even earn my glance if you truly died! Don’t harbor any delusions about becoming my consort; it would be better for you to give up on that hope!”
His words caused an uproar among those present. The gazes directed at Song Feiwan were mixed—some held sympathy while others reveled in her misfortune.
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