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A guest chimed in, "Indeed! Family scandals should never be aired in public. Miss Song's actions have put the Rong family in a difficult position."
Xiao Yan had always been at odds with the Rong family, but in the public eye, he had to maintain an appearance of righteousness and integrity. Stepping forward, Rong Huan slightly nodded and said, "Minister Rong, this matter was initiated by me. I assure you that I will provide the Rong family with a satisfactory resolution."
Rong Huan's expression softened a bit as he cupped his hands in gratitude towards Xiao Yan. "Thank you, Your Highness, for your understanding."
Xiao Yan raised his hand dismissively. "There’s no need for such formalities, Minister Rong."
After speaking, he turned his cold gaze to Song Feiwan, silently cursing her for her lack of awareness. His handsome face turned completely icy, and his tone was as chilling as ice itself. "Song Feiwan, you force my hand with your reckless actions, showing no shame or decorum. Do you know what punishment you deserve? Even if I were to kill you today, no one would dare utter a word against it!"
Before Song Feiwan could respond, Song Shuyou fell to her knees in tears, pleading, "Your Highness, my sister was just momentarily confused. Please show mercy!"
Xiao Yan exchanged a glance with Song Shuyou and resolutely replied, "If only Song Feiwan possessed half your kindness and purity! Unfortunately, she is crude and unworthy of your plea on her behalf. Stand up; I assure you that regardless of how this matter ends for Song Feiwan today, it will not implicate the other women of the Song family."
Song Shuyou looked at him gratefully. "Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness!"
Then she turned anxiously to advise Song Feiwan, "Sister, if you don’t admit your mistakes now, truly no one can save you!"
This time, Song Feiwan couldn't help but laugh. Admit her mistakes? That would mean the end of her life.
In this era, people valued reputation above all else; a single word could drown her in disgrace. And her rigid father would likely throw her into a pig cage.
She would not wait obediently for death!
"You two are quite the performance duo; should I applaud you?" With that, Song Feiwan stretched out her small hands from beneath her cloak and clapped.
Not only did Xiao Yan and Song Shuyou's expressions darken further, but Rong Huan's face also fell completely.
"Since Miss Song refuses to repent," Rong Huan commanded coldly, "I will personally visit your father to demand an explanation! Take her away!"
Though they said "take her away," it was essentially a dismissal.
This act was like pouring salt into the wounds of Song Feiwan's already tarnished reputation.
Song Feiwan did not show any anger; instead, she looked at Rong Huan and solemnly performed a gesture of respect typical of juniors, apologizing humbly, "Lord Rong, I was indeed reckless today. I ruined the birthday banquet for Elder Rong, and I feel deeply ashamed. I am truly sorry."
Rong Huan snorted coldly, his disdain unabated.
Straightening her posture, Song Feiwan shifted her tone, "But I do not regret it."
Rong Huan's sharp gaze bore down on her; as the current Prime Minister, he intimidated Song Feiwan to the core.
However, with no way out, she endured the thunderous beating of her heart and met Rong Huan's eyes directly, delivering a thunderous statement: "Two years ago, when His Highness the Crown Prince passed away, I wished to follow him!"
Rong Huan was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock. "What did you say? What is your relationship with my nephew, the Crown Prince?!"
Song Feiwan had spent a long time gathering her thoughts, and now tears streamed down her face. Her voice was hoarse but filled with sorrow and despair. "Before His Highness set out for battle, he promised me that upon his return to the capital, he would marry me! Yet I waited day and night, only to receive news of his death!"
Her gaze swept over the surrounding trees and grass as if she were searching for her beloved among them. It was a look filled with profound affection yet shattered by coldness—enough to move anyone who witnessed it.
"Today, I came to the Crown Prince's maternal home for the banquet. The sight stirred my emotions, and sorrow surged from my heart; that is why I felt compelled to express my desire to join him in death!"
In despair, Song Feiwan asked, "Why did you save me? Why not let me go with him?"
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