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Song Feiwan was genuinely curious about what he looked like. During tea time, if he removed his mask, she would be able to see his true face.
Due to the lantern festival by the riverside, many tea houses and taverns had not closed for the night. She decided not to search for him and instead invited him to meet at the tea house right away.
"When will Young Master Zhuo be free?" she asked with a hint of restraint.
The man replied, "Right now would be perfect. I wonder if Miss Song is available?"
"What could possibly be inconvenient? After all, sitting in a tea house allows us to enjoy the lively atmosphere outside," she thought to herself. With a smile, Song Feiwan said, "I can go to the entrance. However, I came with a companion. Would Young Master Zhuo mind if I ask her to join us?"
He nodded, "Then I will wait for you here."
"Alright, I'll be back shortly." With that, Song Feiwan lifted her skirt and walked towards Rong Anning.
The monkey show had already ended, and at that moment, a performance of breaking stones on a man's chest was underway. Rong Anning was both scared and intrigued.
As soon as Song Feiwan approached, Rong Anning grabbed her hand, her eyes fixed on the heavy hammer being raised high.
"Don't say anything yet."
The hammer appeared to fall heavily, smashing the giant stone on the man's chest. He let out a loud shout and stood up unharmed, earning thunderous applause from the audience.
Rong Anning finally breathed a sigh of relief and cheered along with the crowd.
Then she teasingly looked at Song Feiwan and said, "How come you have foreign friends?"
Song Feiwan replied, "It's a bit complicated. If you're curious, I'll explain it to you later."
Rong Anning pouted her small face in feigned indifference. "Who wants to know your business? I was just looking for you when I got separated from you two. Instead, I found two men from Beirong who claimed they were ordered by their master to protect me."
Thinking that they might have something to discuss, she didn’t approach them.
With so many people at the lantern festival, she couldn’t find either of them anyway, so she decided to watch some acrobatics instead.
Though she claimed not to care about her affairs, she ended up explaining everything in detail.
Song Feiwan's eyes sparkled with laughter as she hummed in response, choosing not to confront her. After asking if she wanted to join for tea, Rong Anning instinctively declined, "I don't even know that person. What would I go for? Is he a man or a woman?"
"A man."
"You actually want to have tea with a man?" Rong Anning's eyes widened in disbelief. "I told you, you’re not sincere about my cousin! Now I've caught you red-handed!"
Song Feiwan couldn't help but chuckle, "I’ve only met Young Master Zhuo twice; where are you getting these ideas from?" She pretended to add with deep emotion, "My feelings for your cousin are as clear as day."
Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er, who were not far away, glanced over at her upon hearing this.
Rong Anning's eyes were filled with skepticism, looking as if she was ready to expose her. "If I go with you and find out that you two really have something going on, I will definitely report it to Auntie and accuse you of treason!"
Song Feiwan sighed inwardly. If she truly wanted to keep it a secret, could this naive girl really figure it out?
"Come on, Young Master Zhuo is waiting for me over there."
Song Feiwan took the lead and walked ahead, while Rong Anning marched confidently behind her. Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er exchanged glances before following suit.
Before they reached their destination, a woman's sharp voice suddenly pierced through the crowd: "Ah! My Xu'er! What happened to you? Don’t scare your mother!"
The crowd erupted in commotion, and Song Feiwan and the others instinctively turned to look.
They saw a boy of about eight or nine years old lying on the ground, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed, his skin turning purple.
His mother was in tears, desperately pulling him into her arms. In a state of panic, she frantically pinched the boy’s acupoint. The boy had lost consciousness; during his convulsions, he exerted tremendous strength, his limbs bending unnaturally as they thudded against his mother’s body with painful sounds.
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