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Song Shuyou approached with red eyes, adding fuel to the fire as she said, "Sister, I know you are infatuated with His Highness the Crown Prince, but he is of such noble status that we ordinary women can only dream of him. Moreover, marriage is a matter of parental orders and matchmaking; your reckless act of threatening to jump into the lake will not only put His Highness in a difficult position but also embarrass the Rong family!"
She feigned concern as she reached out to pull Song Feiwan closer. "Sister, don’t be so stubborn. Quickly apologize to His Highness, the Rong family, and all the guests!"
Standing close, only Song Feiwan noticed the flash of resentment in Song Shuyou's eyes. How could she not resent it? The death of their master was orchestrated by her own hands.
As the female lead in this story, Song Shuyou would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She had set her sights on the Crown Prince and had already established secret communications with him. However, her ambitions were high; she refused to be a concubine and had bided her time until now.
Now that the Crown Princess was ill and unlikely to recover soon, she was eager to marry the Crown Prince as his second wife. The fact that their master, who was nearly nineteen and still unmarried, stood as her greatest obstacle in this pursuit. Whether she married high or low would affect her prospects.
Thus, she and her mother conspired to take the master’s life. As thoughts of Song Shuyou's schemes filled her mind, Song Feiwan's gaze darkened, and a surge of intense hatred and unwillingness welled up within her. She knew these were the emotions left behind by their master before her death.
Pressing a hand against her chest, Song Feiwan silently vowed, "You may rest easy; I will avenge you."
With a sharp motion, she coldly pushed Song Shuyou's hand away.
Song Shuyou was taken aback. "Sister?"
"Since you know your status is insufficient, how can you privately pledge yourself to the Crown Prince?" Song Feiwan’s voice was slightly hoarse from earlier but clear enough for everyone around to hear.
This time, astonished gazes turned toward Song Shuyou and Crown Prince Xiao Yan simultaneously. Both their expressions changed; Xiao Yan's face darkened as he reprimanded her sternly, "Miss Song has fallen into the water—has she lost her mind?"
Realizing what had just happened, Song Shuyou cried out in distress, "Sister, how can you tarnish my reputation like this?"
Xiao Yan snorted, "Miss Song Er need not waste her breath on such a person. She has sullied her own reputation and now seeks to drag you down with her!"
The two of them played off each other, solidifying the slander against Song Feiwan, who could hardly contain her laughter. What a disgrace to one’s honor, and what a pair of wretched souls! Were they not the ones who made a game out of this?
If it weren't for Song Shuyou whispering in Xiao Yan's ear about how proud their master was, looking down on ordinary men and encouraging Xiao Yan to deceive her, he wouldn't have found it amusing at all. His plan was to make their master fall for him first, only to trample on her heart afterward.
Their master had endured endless torment from her stepmother and thought she had finally met her true love. Little did she know, she was merely a wager between him and his stepsister—a pitiful amusement!
Xiao Yan's contempt and humiliation became the final straw for her; unable to bear it any longer, she jumped into the lake from the Rong residence.
Song Feiwan sighed. Their master was too foolish; it was clearly they who deserved to be punished!
"You know very well whether there was a private engagement," she said coldly.
"Enough!" Xiao Yan could no longer tolerate it. Miss Song Er was pure and innocent, and there was nothing between them. "You must be out of your mind! If you can't marry me, is this really the kind of petty revenge you resort to?"
After a moment's pause, strength returned to Song Feiwan's legs. Wrapping herself in her cloak, she slowly stood up and said clearly and coldly, "Your Highness must be mistaken. Who said I wanted to marry you?"
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