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If the great villain knew this, he would surely be so enraged that he would die again. In any case, all the blame lay with her. After returning home, she would set up a tablet for Xiao Yu and worship it daily. Eventually, she would go underground and sincerely apologize to Xiao Yu!
At this moment, there was no turning back for her. Out of guilt and gratitude, she treated Rong Huan with respect. "You are His Highness the Crown Prince's uncle, so naturally, you can."
After speaking, she took out a delicately carved fish-shaped jade pendant from her sleeve. The jade was smooth and lustrous, indicating that its owner had taken great care of it. This was one of the tokens. The pendant was split into two halves—one half with me, and the other half in the hands of His Highness the Crown Prince.
Rong Huan looked at the pendant, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly not believing her words. Song Shuyao rolled her eyes secretly, thinking to herself: Go ahead and make up whatever story you want; after all, Xiao Yu is dead, and whatever you say will be taken as truth.
The attendant behind Rong Huan voiced what Song Shuyao was thinking. "I have never seen a similar pendant on His Highness the Crown Prince."
Rong Huan had a closer relationship with Xiao Yu but had never seen it either. His dark eyes coldly regarded Song Feiwan. However, compared to before, his attitude towards Song Feiwan was somewhat better now.
Song Feiwan read his expression and tightened her grip on the pendant in her palm, forcing a smile as she spoke. "I understand that just this pendant alone may not convince you. However, I have other evidence that can prove my words are absolutely true."
Rong Huan fixed his gaze on her, waiting silently. The other guests present, including Xiao Yan and Song Shuyao, stared at Song Feiwan without blinking, afraid of missing anything.
With a pale face, Song Feiwan opened her mouth: "That is—"
Before she could finish her sentence, her eyelids fluttered, and her body went limp as she fell backward. She had fainted!
The crowd erupted into chaos, their hearts racing in panic.
After experiencing a harrowing encounter at the Ghost Gate, Song Feiwan's family, despite their anxiety, did not dare to pressure her. They sent a luxurious carriage to escort both Song Feiwan and her sister, Song Shuyou, home.
As for Xiao Yan, no one noticed when he left the Rong residence.
Throughout the journey, Song Feiwan kept her eyes closed, resting peacefully. When the carriage stopped in front of the Song family’s gate, she suddenly opened her eyes, startling Song Shuyou.
Before Song Shuyou could speak, Song Feiwan was already out of the carriage and heading inside. Just as Song Shuyou followed her through the main door, before she could instruct the servants to fetch their mother, Lady Li, Song Feiwan coolly commanded, "Close the door."
Her tone was authoritative and brooked no argument; the servants complied before they even had time to process her words.
The sun had begun its descent in the west, casting long shadows across the courtyard.
Song Shuyou looked at her sister, who stood in the shadows. Song Feiwan's complexion was pale, her half-dry clothes disheveled. Her striking black fox-like eyes glinted with a sharp coldness.
With a beauty that could captivate souls, she exuded an aura of danger that made it hard for anyone to look away. Yet this beauty was deadly.
A sense of foreboding gripped Song Shuyou's heart. She watched as Song Feiwan leisurely approached the door and picked up an empty door bolt, weighing it in her hand.
"Sister?" Song Shuyou called out softly, but before she could finish, Song Feiwan swung the bolt towards her leg!
If it hit, it would surely break her leg!
"Ah!" Song Shuyou screamed in terror, barely dodging the first strike. The wind from the bolt sliced through the air fiercely, sending her heart racing and draining color from her face.
"What are you doing, Song Feiwan? Are you crazy?"
"Good sister," Song Feiwan replied with a chilling calmness as she advanced step by step like a vengeful spirit wielding the bolt. "Of course I’m here to settle scores."
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