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"Who cares about sister-in-laws and older sisters! I don't want any of that!"
"Alright then, it's settled that you'll come and marry into our family?"
Rong Anning almost got caught up in her words and felt completely exasperated.
"Who said I want to marry? I don't want to!"
Song Feiwan sighed softly, "What a pity. But if you change your mind, you can always come find me. The doors of the Prince Chen's residence will always be open for you."
Her repeated mentions startled Rong Anning.
"She wouldn't really go and talk nonsense in front of my aunt, would she? I don't want to marry a dead man!"
Fear flickered in her eyes as she took two steps back.
"Song Feiwan, don't bully me too much!"
"How could I be bullying you? Seeing you so worked up, could it be that your monthly cycle is off? Would you like me to prescribe some medicine for you?"
"Who wants your medicine!" Rong Anning retorted, unable to argue with her, and ran off feeling wronged.
Her servants followed closely behind her, leaving the garden quiet once more.
Song Feiwan watched her figure disappear and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Haha, that's just too amusing."
"Is it interesting, Miss Song?" A deep, magnetic male voice came from behind her.
Song Feiwan was taken aback and turned to look.
Guan Liangjun, tall and imposing with an extraordinary demeanor, was walking towards her step by step.
How long had he been there? Had he seen how she was teasing his sister? Was he here to defend Rong Anning?
Song Feiwan slightly restrained her smile and said coolly, "Lord Rong, it's nice to see you again."
Rong Jiayi was very tall, easily over six feet, with legs that seemed to stretch endlessly.
With his martial skills, his footsteps were light, and his breath barely discernible. No wonder no one noticed him lurking in the shadows.
As he approached, the shadow he cast gradually enveloped her, exuding a palpable pressure. He possessed a pair of phoenix-like eyes, deep brown and swirling, revealing nothing but coldness.
Song Feiwan had anticipated that he would not mention her discord with Rong Anning; instead, he scrutinized her from above with his icy gaze, stating, "I do not know why Miss Song would rather deceive the Emperor than refuse to marry Prince Chen. However, if you are hoping to gain benefits from the Rong family, you may be disappointed."
Song Feiwan's dark fox-like eyes met his without changing expression, though her heart sank. Rong Jiayi had long occupied a high position and was different from Rong Anning; he concealed his emotions well. Even at this moment, there was no trace of disgust on his sharply defined face. Only indifference and calmness remained.
He had already passed judgment on her without even questioning the truth of her situation—was it due to his keen intuition as the head of the penal system or a complete disdain for her? Perhaps it was both.
As the most outstanding descendant of the Rong family in this generation, the family would eventually be handed over to him. His attitude and words carried weight.
Yet Song Feiwan merely met his gaze quietly, showing no signs of fear. No matter how much he disliked her, what could he do? With Xiao Yu dead and the imperial decree issued, he could not change her fate.
Hearing chaotic footsteps approaching from behind, Song Feiwan's eyes reddened as she spoke with utmost grievance, "Lord Rong, I do not understand what you are saying."
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