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Rong Anning glanced around, confirming that besides Song Feiwan, only her trusted aide was present. Her expression darkened as she coldly said, "Don't get too proud. If Prince Chen were still alive, would you even have the chance to be his legitimate wife?"
The Rong family was known for their striking looks, and Rong Anning was no exception. Despite her tone dripping with disdain and hostility, her naturally beautiful face lent her an air of charming arrogance.
In the Great Zhou, girls celebrated their coming-of-age ceremony at fifteen. Rong Anning's ceremony had been a grand affair attended by the Emperor and the Imperial Consort, causing quite a stir throughout the capital. After this ceremony, she could officially begin discussing marriage.
During the winter solstice, it had been mentioned that the Rong family cherished their daughter dearly, which was why they had delayed her marriage arrangements. At this moment, Song Feiwan quietly observed her for a while before breaking into a smile.
So she has her own reasons for not marrying.
"What are you laughing at?" Rong Anning frowned. "I didn't say anything wrong. Your father is just a fifth-rank censor; your status is already a stretch for being Prince Chen's concubine. You have no reputation or education in the capital—what do you think will attract Prince Chen? Your pretty face?"
Song Feiwan looked at her with interest and deliberately replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Rong."
Rong Anning choked on her words, her face turning crimson. "I said so much, and you only heard that last part, didn't you?"
Song Feiwan merely smiled in response.
Feeling uncomfortable under Song Feiwan's gaze, Rong Anning turned away defiantly. "I don't know how you bewitched my aunt, but from what I know of Prince Chen, he would never look at you. So what if you've been granted a marriage? I will find evidence to expose your lies!"
Her aunt referred to the current Imperial Consort, Rong Shu.
Song Feiwan looked at Rong Anning's indignant face and found her even more endearing, causing her smile to widen.
Rong Anning glared at her in frustration. "Why are you still laughing?"
Song Feiwan replied, "It's just that it's the first time I've seen someone so straightforward about plotting against others; it's quite refreshing."
Clearly, Master Rong Jiayi was no fool himself; it was surprising he had raised such an innocent girl who couldn't bear to speak too loudly.
Rong Anning clenched her fists, speechless with anger. She was certain Song Feiwan was mocking her! How dare she!
Without giving Rong Anning time to ponder her words, Song Feiwan looked directly at her and suddenly asked, "Do you like Prince Chen?"
Rong Anning was taken aback, a flash of panic crossing her eyes as she stammered in response, "W-What nonsense are you talking about?"
In Song Feiwan's view, Rong Anning and Xiao Yu were related within three generations and thus could not be together. However, in today's world, it was common for cousins to marry each other, so Song Feiwan was not surprised that Rong Anning had feelings for Xiao Yu. It was just that neither Concubine Rong nor her family seemed inclined to encourage such a match.
Rong Anning must have been mindful of this, which was why she dared not admit her feelings. Song Feiwan found Rong Anning to be like a little kitten; just a bit of teasing would make her show her claws, which made it all the more amusing. Her eyes sparkled with laughter.
"Isn't it true? Seeing how concerned you are about Prince Chen and me, I thought you wanted to marry him too."
This time, not only did Rong Anning's face turn red, but her ears also flushed with embarrassment.
"Song Feiwan, stop it!"
Ignoring her outburst, Song Feiwan continued earnestly, "Really, if you have that intention, I can help you plead with the noble consort. Let her take charge and arrange for you to marry into the Prince's residence!"
"I'm two years older than you; just call me 'sister'!"
"The mansion is so empty. If we stick together, we can look out for each other, can't we?"
Rong Anning stared at her in disbelief. After a long moment, she finally regained her composure and interrupted angrily, "Song Feiwan, you're being ridiculous! Who would want to call you sister? I am the legitimate daughter of the Rong family; don’t flatter yourself!"
Song Feiwan looked at her as if she were a white Persian cat playfully swatting at the air, her eyes brimming with affection.
"Look at what my little sister is saying! Once I get married, you'll naturally be my sister-in-law. Isn’t that almost the same?"
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