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Xiao Yan leaned closer to her, a teasing smile on his lips. "Are you jealous?"
Song Shuyou's face flushed, and she shyly replied, "Your Highness, you know very well, yet you still tease me!"
Xiao Yan laughed heartily, pulling her into his embrace and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry, I have no interest in those shallow and vulgar women. She wouldn't even qualify to be my warm bed maid."
In his arms, Song Shuyou felt a mix of resistance and attraction when suddenly she exclaimed, "Sister? What are you doing here?"
The original owner was heartbroken, confronting them with red eyes. "Your Highness, you said you would marry me and not let me suffer any grievances. Was that all a lie?"
Xiao Yan showed no sign of guilt; instead, he frowned in disdain. "Did you not hear? With your background, how dare you dream of marrying into the Eastern Palace? You think you're worthy? I was just playing with you; don't take it seriously. Hmph, keep your distance from me in the future."
Tears welled up in the original owner's eyes. "You deceive me like this, and you're not afraid I'll expose everything?"
Xiao Yan chuckled. "And if you do? Given the difference in our statuses, others will only think you have ulterior motives for trying to seduce me."
The original owner gazed at him with sorrow and resentment, falling into a long silence filled with grief. She understood that what Xiao Yan said was true; society was far harsher on women than on men, which made it all the more tragic.
Catching sight of Song Shuyou's gloating expression, the original owner pointed at her and finally asked Xiao Yan, "What about her?"
Xiao Yan clicked his tongue in annoyance, losing patience as he turned to Song Shuyou. "Let me be clear: your sister is as dull as a wooden stick—she's not even worth comparing to your little finger. I shouldn't have wasted my time betting with her."
The last memory of the original owner was of cold lake water engulfing her entire body. It choked her nostrils and filled her lungs, stealing her breath away.
The sensation of dying was overwhelming. Song Feiwan's eyes turned red as she tightened her grip on the door latch.
Finally, she pushed him into Song Shuyou's courtyard.
Song Taipeng and Li Shi were already on their way over, their heads appearing as they hurried toward this direction.
Without any regard for them, Song Feiwan seized the opportunity and swung the door latch down toward Song Shuyou's back!
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Song Shuyao fell to the ground, crying out in agony.
Li's face turned pale with rage as she screamed, "Shuyao!"
Her eyes locked onto Song Feiwan, filled with hatred as she spat, "Song Feiwan, stop this at once!"
Song Taipeng's face was equally grim as he quickened his pace towards them.
Behind them followed a group of servants, their presence imposing and fierce.
In stark contrast, Song Feiwan stood alone with only her hurried maid, Dongzhi, by her side. The two of them appeared like lambs lost in a pack of wolves.
Song Feiwan gripped the door latch tightly, her stunning features cold and composed, her aura unwavering.
Li rushed to Song Shuyao's side, trembling as she helped her up, her voice filled with concern. "Shuyao, are you alright? Can you move?"
Upon seeing her mother, Song Shuyao immediately burst into tears, her voice laced with grievance. "Mother, it hurts! It feels like my bones are broken! You have to stand up for me!"
Hearing this, Li's anger flared even more. She stood up and raised her hand, ready to slap Song Feiwan!
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