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Moreover, Song Feiwan said earnestly, "How men handle their conflicts is their business. You and I have no enmity; there’s no need for us to be at each other's throats privately."
Ning Yuqin gazed at her for a moment before finally coming over to take a seat.
Song Feiwan felt a quiet admiration for her. After all, she was the daughter of a military general; even on the brink of death, she maintained her pride and courage.
It was hard to believe that such a woman had married that despicable prince who toyed with others' feelings and then turned against them. It seemed utterly unworthy.
She sat across from Ning Yuqin and placed her fingers on her pulse, beginning a serious diagnosis.
Ning Yuqin's gaze shifted from their hands to Song Feiwan's face, unable to discern her intentions. Deep down, she held little hope for her own condition.
Neither she nor her family had found any renowned doctors throughout the land who could offer a cure. The conclusion was always the same: there was no remedy.
It was true that Song Feiwan had gained considerable fame in the capital recently, having used special techniques to stitch up Rong Jiayi's wounds. But at such a young age, how could her experience compare to those doctors she had consulted?
Her illness stemmed from her liver; it wasn't something that could simply be cut open and stitched back together. The liver was too critical and dangerous; even if Song Feiwan offered, she would never agree to let her operate.
After about fifteen minutes, Song Feiwan withdrew her hand and looked at Ning Yuqin calmly.
Ning Yuqin felt increasingly perplexed by her expression, and a sudden thought crossed her mind: Could it be that she really can treat me?
Even though the possibility seemed slim, she dared not dwell on it deeply. However, the desire for life made her heart race uncontrollably.
In her excitement, her complexion changed, and her breathing became labored.
Song Feiwan raised her hand to guide Ning Yuqin's breathing: "Calm down. Exhale slowly... Good. Now inhale... Exhale."
Only then did Ning Yuqin manage to steady herself. She looked at Song Feiwan and said softly, "So, can the Princess of Chen tell me your intentions now?"
Song Feiwan nodded and got straight to the point: "Your condition hasn't reached an incurable stage."
Ning Yuqin's mind buzzed with disbelief: "What?!"
The implication was clear: I have a way.
"Are you serious?"
"I would never joke about a patient's condition."
“How can it be treated?”
Song Feiwan replied, “Of course, it’s through medication.”
A wave of shock surged through Ning Yuqin. No matter how much she tried to calm herself, she couldn’t do it. Her family was prominent, and she was the crown princess of a nation, holding an incredibly noble status. Most importantly, she was still so young! How could she even think about dying?
Every sleepless night tormented by illness brought her thoughts back to her father’s worried eyes, her mother’s burning tears, and the sighs of her accompanying maid. The pain was unbearable.
And now, someone was telling her that she had a chance to live!
“What do you want?” She clenched her fists tightly and locked eyes with Song Feiwan.
Song Feiwan smiled, “Talking to an intelligent person is always good. You don’t need to be too nervous; I don’t want much. I just need the Ning family’s secret guards to help me with a small task.”
Ning Yuqin’s expression turned icy as fear crept into her heart. The mere knowledge of the existence of the Ning family’s secret guards was truly unsettling! Her father was merely a fifth-rank official, far less powerful than the Ning family. Did Prince Chen inform her about this?
In the Zhou Dynasty, women were not allowed to participate in politics, yet Prince Chen broke this rule for her—he must truly love her deeply.
Thinking about her own husband made her scoff; it was better not to mention him.
“You need to tell me first what exactly this task is. If it involves helping Prince Chen seize power, I would rather die than agree.”
Song Feiwan met her determined gaze and pondered for a few seconds before speaking up:
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