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At this moment, those who remained in the hall were all trusted attendants of Consort Rong, and naturally, they had interacted with Xiao Yu.
Initially, when Song Feiwan referred to herself as his beloved, everyone felt disdain. How could His Highness the Crown Prince, a man of extraordinary talent and beauty, possibly be interested in such a vulgar and lowly woman? When they saw her requesting Consort Rong for marriage, they were utterly shocked. The prince is indeed admirable, but how could one marry a dead man? Could it be that she and the prince were truly involved?
Song Feiwan spoke earnestly, and after finishing her words, she looked at Consort Rong with a mixture of desperation and hope. As for how the palace maids reacted, that was not her concern.
Consort Rong had experienced many storms in her life; after a brief moment of surprise, she furrowed her delicate brows. Did Yu'er propose to marry you? She clearly did not believe it.
Song Feiwan showed no signs of fear and insisted firmly, "Indeed!"
Consort Rong chuckled lightly but asked coldly, "Do you have any evidence?"
Song Feiwan found herself in a difficult position. "We only have a verbal agreement."
The smile on Consort Rong's face grew colder. Her deep phoenix eyes seemed capable of piercing through Song Feiwan's very being. "Miss Song, I know that your life in the Song residence is not easy, and I am willing to show you some compassion. However, if you repeatedly use Yu'er to deceive me, do you truly think I have no temper?"
Song Feiwan trembled and hurriedly retorted, "What I say is absolutely true!"
"Enough." Consort Rong rubbed her throbbing temples and sighed inwardly. Just moments ago, Song Feiwan had discovered an issue with the flower nectar and had maintained a calm demeanor that she found quite admirable. Who would have thought she would be so ungrateful?
Since Xiao Yu's death, her days had been filled with torment; in the stillness of night, her heart was often wrenched with pain. That was a taboo subject in Bixiao Palace and throughout the entire harem—mentioning it could lead to death.
Yet this wound was being reopened again and again because of this superficial woman named Song Feiwan.
Her patience had clearly worn thin, and she felt a growing annoyance towards Song Feiwan. In the depths of her phoenix eyes, a hint of murderous intent even surfaced.
When Song Feiwan met her gaze, her face turned pale, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, although I cannot prove that we once made a marriage pact, I can demonstrate that I am the one whom His Highness the Crown Prince holds dear!"
The palace maid beside Consort Rong could no longer bear it and scolded angrily, "Enough! How long do you intend to keep spouting nonsense? We all know that His Highness is not fond of women. There has never been any rumor of him being close to any girl, let alone secretly making a marriage agreement behind Your Majesty's back!
His Highness the Crown Prince is noble and heroic; how dare someone like you tarnish his reputation? Speak again, and beware of your tongue! Kneel before Your Majesty at once and admit your wrongs!"
Song Feiwan showed no sign of remorse as she gazed at Consort Rong, her tear-filled eyes brimming with determination.
With a choked voice filled with regret, she declared, "I have already tasted the bitterness of evasion. Even if it leads to my death, I will never deny my true feelings! I implore Your Majesty to grant me a chance to prove myself!"
The palace maid was about to berate her further when Consort Rong raised her hand to stop her.
With an icy expression, Consort Rong looked at Song Feiwan as if she were gazing at a corpse. "Very well, speak."
In a moment of unexpected kindness, she allowed this ungrateful girl to make a fool of herself.
Song Feiwan's eyes brightened as she earnestly replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Let me think about where I should begin."
Consort Rong coldly waited for her to fabricate a love story with Xiao Yu but was taken aback when Song Feiwan pointed outside at the peach tree.
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