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Song Shuyao said, "Mother, you even sent people to guard the doors of the residence, so Song Feiwan won't be able to send any messages!"
"Exactly," Li replied, a deep resentment welling up in her eyes. "If she wants to harm you, she must have the capability to do so. Shuyao, you will leave the residence shortly and discuss matters with His Highness the Crown Prince. If Song Feiwan dares to spread your relationship, as long as you and the Crown Prince deny it together, she won't be able to do anything to you."
"Alright! But the letter is in her hands, so I still have some concerns," Song Shuyao responded.
Li sneered, "Don't worry. The wind has been strong these nights; if a fire breaks out, it could engulf the entire courtyard in no time. If she has the chance to return from the palace..."
The two exchanged glances, each seeing a deep-seated murderous intent reflected in the other's eyes.
The carriage that Song Feiwan was riding in came to a stop outside the Meridian Gate. Due to her low rank, she could only walk on foot to Concubine Rong's Bixiao Palace.
By the time she arrived, the sun was just beginning its descent in the west.
As expected of a favored concubine's residence, Bixiao Palace was vast and grand, with flying eaves and intricate brackets that exuded an impressive aura. Every blade of grass and tree within was meticulously cultivated, creating a magnificent and pleasant scenery. Even the servants attending in the palace—regardless of gender—were strikingly handsome and graceful, moving with poise.
Song Feiwan lowered her head respectfully as she followed the palace maid to the main hall.
"Miss Song, please wait here," the maid said.
Before long, accompanied by a jingling of ornaments, Song Feiwan heard footsteps approaching.
A matron announced, "The Concubine is here."
In an era where imperial power reigned supreme, even a slight misstep could lead to dire consequences.
Song Feiwan did not adopt modern airs; instead, following her master's memory, she knelt and bowed.
"Your servant Song Feiwan pays her respects to Your Highness. May Your Highness live long and be well."
With her head bowed, she could only see the tips of everyone's shoes.
Surrounded by a group of attendants, Concubine Rong walked over and took her seat on the main throne.
"Miss Rong need not be formal; please sit," Concubine Rong said lazily and alluringly, her voice melodious and captivating. Song Feiwan felt a shiver run through her ears at the sound.
"Thank you, Consort Xie."
After speaking, Song Feiwan finally lifted her head for the first time.
Upon seeing Consort Rong's appearance, Song Feiwan couldn't help but admire inwardly: she is stunningly beautiful! Far more so than any popular actress she had ever seen; no wonder she has remained in favor for so many years!
Consort Rong, though over forty this year, looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties. She possessed a pair of enchanting yet sharp phoenix eyes, with a striking bone structure that exuded innate nobility.
Her beauty was ethereal, resembling that of a celestial being. Dressed in splendid garments, her radiance could not be dimmed. The allure she radiated was boundless, yet she remained pure and untainted, evoking admiration while instilling a fear of desecration with an extended gaze.
The books mentioned that Xiao Yu inherited Consort Rong's phoenix eyes and was a rare beauty among men. Although Song Feiwan had never met Xiao Yu, seeing Consort Rong made her imagine just how striking he must be. At the very least, he was not comparable to someone as ordinary as Xiao Yan.
Consort Rong had a curvaceous figure; she should have been a plump beauty, but the grief over her son's death had left her with a pointed chin and a slender appearance. Her complexion was slightly pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes.
She was also observing Song Feiwan. The young woman's beauty truly deserved the praise of being ethereal and captivating.
What was even more remarkable was that in the presence of someone like herself, Song Feiwan did not exhibit the rumored timidity but instead carried herself with grace and confidence, displaying a commendable spirit.
Consort Rong's first impression of Song Feiwan was good—though it was merely good. Remembering the bold words she had spoken in the Rong residence, Consort Rong's eyes turned cold.
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