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As soon as the words left her lips, everyone turned to look at her in shock.
Dongzhi's eyes suddenly turned red, and she choked out, "Miss, do you not want me anymore?"
Song Feiwan shook her head. "The choice is yours."
Dongzhi dropped to her knees with a thud, crying, "I don't want to leave, Miss!"
"Ten years ago, my family suffered a flood, and my parents both died. I was only six years old and knew nothing. I almost got sold to a brothel by wicked people. It was you who took me in, gave me food, and a place to sleep."
She continued, her voice trembling with emotion, "I may say something ungrateful, but the salary I receive from you is not much, and I often have to endure the disdain of others. Yet you have treated me with such kindness; you are the master I recognize! This place is my home! You cannot drive me away!"
Song Feiwan looked at her, her gaze softening slightly. The feelings the original owner had once nurtured were not in vain.
She reached out to Dongzhi from a distance. "Get up; don't cry. If you don't wish to leave, I certainly won't force you out."
Dongzhi was overjoyed and quickly stood up, wiping her tears as she moved to stand beside her.
The other servants exchanged glances; finally, two of them bowed their heads to Song Feiwan before leaving.
Song Feiwan looked at the remaining few with a calm expression. "Is there no one else?"
An old maid chuckled and said, "Miss, please allow this old bone of mine to stay with you for a few more years."
A limping male servant boldly declared, "Life is just one life; we all die eventually! I won’t leave either!"
Others nodded in agreement.
Indeed, with the young lady and the master at odds, their future would be bleak. But where could these elderly and frail ones go? They would still be bullied elsewhere; it was better to stay here.
Song Feiwan smiled faintly, a hint of approval flickering in her eyes.
She stood up straight and said earnestly, "This month, all of your salaries will be doubled. I promise you that as long as you work diligently for me, I will protect you from being bullied by others and ensure that you can hold your heads high with dignity and reap both fame and fortune."
As everyone felt a surge of joy and excitement at her words, she suddenly shifted her tone to one of sternness. "But if anyone harbors treacherous intentions against me, do not blame me for being merciless!"
Everyone was taken aback by her imposing presence; their expressions tightened in response.
Under the dual influence of kindness and authority, they began to regard her with newfound respect.
With anticipation, they thought that following such a young lady might indeed lead them to a life that others would envy!
After saying this, Song Feiwan sat back down in her chair.
"Next, I have a few tasks for you all. Dongzhi, prepare hot water for my bath. You, instruct the kitchen to prepare meals. I will be entering the palace tomorrow; if they dare to neglect me, feel free to teach them a lesson. You, gather ink, brushes, paper, and an inkstone. You, find a craftsman to create a plaque inscribed with the spirit name of Prince Chen, Xiao Yu."
As Song Feiwan methodically issued her orders, the courtyard transformed from its usual lifelessness into a flurry of activity. She took her time to wash thoroughly, changed into clean clothes, and enjoyed a sumptuous meal.
Afterward, she dismissed the left attendants and picked up a brush from the table. After careful consideration, she wrote down the key plot points from the original book that she could remember. After all, this book was merely fast-food literature for her to pass the time; she had skipped through chapters wildly and barely remembered any of the characters.
If she didn’t jot them down now, she feared she would forget everything in a few days. Once finished, she sat under the light and earnestly recited each line. Confirming that she wouldn’t forget again, she had Dongzhi bring over a brazier and burned the papers clean.
She certainly wouldn’t leave behind any incriminating evidence like Song Shuyou had done.
After completing these tasks, Dongzhi finally couldn’t help but ask, "Miss, is it true what you have with His Highness the Prince Chen?"
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