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Dongzhi was stunned, forgetting even to cry. Marrying His Highness the Prince of Chen? But with the prince deceased, she dared not speak it aloud. Although the young lady was nearly nineteen, she was still an unmarried woman; how could she marry a dead man?
In the Great Zhou, women took pride in maintaining their chastity, and divorce would earn them scorn. Only a very few women would choose to separate. A living man still had room for discussion regarding divorce. But marrying a dead man meant being bound to the Prince of Chen's residence for life!
Dongzhi's first reaction was that Song Feiwan had lost her mind. Yet Song Feiwan was not confused at all; she was very clear: I know, I have made my decision.
Dongzhi stared at her for a long moment before saying with emotion, "Miss, I never thought you would feel so deeply for His Highness the Prince of Chen."
Song Feiwan raised an eyebrow slightly. Did she misunderstand something?
Dongzhi sniffed and sighed, "You cannot share the same bed in life, nor can you share the same grave in death, yet you are still determined to marry him! This love will be remembered; apart from Mount Wu, there are no clouds like this. I am so moved!"
Song Feiwan remained silent.
Dongzhi continued, "You are right! Heaven has been so unfair to you both, cruelly tearing apart this pair of lovers with life and death!"
Seeing her cry so sorrowfully, Song Feiwan twitched her lips but chose not to explain further. She wanted to marry Xiao Yu and become the Princess of Chen simply to use his power to find an antidote for herself.
The poison ran too deep; it would be extremely troublesome to resolve. Her mother had some medical knowledge and left behind a few medical texts before her death, so she understood some principles of medicine.
She searched her memories for the rare herbs needed to detoxify herself; they were indeed quite uncommon. With her current power and wealth, it was impossible to obtain them. She only had a little over a month left to live; even if she exhausted all her efforts to earn money, it would be too late.
Thus, she could only find another way.
Yesterday at the Rong residence, she had invoked Xiao Yuming's name merely to defuse the situation; there was no intention of marrying a dead man or dying for him. Now, forced by circumstances to become the Princess Consort of Chen, she realized this was her best chance at survival. With determination, she pressed her lips together, her hand slowly clenching into a fist within her sleeve.
In the courtyard of the Song residence, Song Taipeng had claimed illness and left early for court. Inside her room, Song Shuyao paced anxiously, her voice filled with desperation as she asked, "Mother, what should we do? All the letters I exchanged with the Crown Prince have been taken by that wretched Song Feiwan! I’m about to enter the palace; she won’t tell Consort Rong about this, will she? If my reputation is ruined, not only will I lose the chance to marry the Crown Prince, my entire life will be destroyed!"
Seated nearby, Li Shi furrowed her brow. "What’s the rush? We haven’t reached that point yet. Don’t create chaos for yourself."
Song Shuyao had no choice but to stop in frustration and shame.
"Come here and sit down," Li Shi instructed.
Song Shuyao complied, her hands nervously twisting together.
Seeing this, Li Shi sighed and softened her tone. "Even if she does tell Consort Rong, so what? Do you really think Consort Rong would be interested in our family matters? Let’s not forget why she brought Song Feiwan into the palace in the first place."
"If Song Feiwan thinks she can bother Consort Rong with our trivial affairs, she’s mistaken. Consort Rong wouldn’t favor someone like her. Moreover, using the name of the Prince of Chen to deceive others—whether she can even return from the palace is another question altogether."
Song Shuyao's eyes brightened. "Mother, you make a good point!"
Li Shi shook her head in resignation. "That’s why you’re worrying too soon. Even if she took all the letters and such, so what? It’s only been one night; she hasn’t had time to do anything."
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