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As she spoke, Song Taipeng's anger surged, and he glared fiercely at Song Feiwan.
Song Shuyao supported Li Shi and anxiously said, "Father, Mother, please don’t rush. We didn’t encourage Sister to lie, nor have we ever heard of her having any relationship with His Highness the Crown Prince. Logically and emotionally, the Consort cannot blame us."
"If it comes to that, the Crown Prince is known for his benevolence. I will plead with him to grant the Song family some mercy. As for Sister... she is stubborn, and no one can save her."
Li Shi nodded repeatedly. "You’re right! How could I forget about the Crown Prince? Child, we owe you this time! Our lives are all tied to yours!"
She shot a glance at Song Feiwan, unlike some calamity-bringers who drag others down with them.
After hearing their conversation, Song Taipeng's expression softened slightly.
If he had previously held reservations about Song Shuyao and Xiao Yan's secret engagement, now he was left with satisfaction and relief.
Indeed, the Consort was not an unreasonable person.
With a cold expression, Song Taipeng warned Song Feiwan, "What you just said—that we are no longer your mother and sisters—is correct. I also do not wish to have a daughter like you!"
"From today onward, whatever you say or do has nothing to do with the Song family! If you anger the Consort and bring disaster upon yourself, you will bear the consequences alone; the Song family will not save you!"
"As for today’s account, we will settle it when you return from the palace alive!"
Li Shi chimed in, "I advise you not to entertain any ill intentions that might drag us down! With the Crown Prince here, you won’t succeed!"
Their eagerness to distance themselves suited Song Feiwan just fine.
The sun had begun to set, the temperature dropping as a cold wind blew through. Her half-dry clothes clung to her skin uncomfortably.
After being drenched and then running around, fatigue began to set in.
What was urgent now was to conserve her strength and get past the Consort’s scrutiny.
With her unfinished business with His Highness the King of Chen, she anticipated that the Rong family would invite her back into their residence again. Thus, returning to the Song family had allowed her this audacity.
She hadn’t expected to disturb Consort Rong; however, it didn’t make much difference.
As for these people from the Song family, there was no rush; she would deal with them one by one.
No longer wishing to argue with them, Song Feiwan coldly left behind a final remark:
"Remember what you said today."
She handed the box in her hand to Dongzhi and said lightly, "Let's go."
"Yes!" Dongzhi replied.
Song Feiwan's exquisite face was cold, her steps steady and imposing.
All the servants instinctively parted to make way for her.
Song Taipeng and the others could only watch her leave with grim expressions.
Once back in her courtyard, Dongzhi immediately got busy.
"Miss, please wait a moment. I will heat some water and fetch clean clothes right away!"
"There's no rush," Song Feiwan called to stop her, "Gather all the servants in the courtyard."
Dongzhi looked at Song Feiwan's cold demeanor and felt she was somewhat unfamiliar, even intimidating.
"Understood," she replied.
Quickly, the eight servants in the courtyard stood before Song Feiwan.
She glanced over them and sighed inwardly.
Truly, some were old and some were crippled.
If she remembered correctly, there had been around ten servants for Song Shuyou over time.
The original owner had lived a pitiful life, causing those with any ability to seek opportunities to transfer away.
Dongzhi stood at the front and said, "Miss, everyone is here."
Song Feiwan replied with a faint "Hmm," and continued, "The servants in my courtyard come and go, leaving only you few behind."
"Today, you must have heard about what happened. Now I am giving you an opportunity; if anyone wishes to leave, I will not hold it against you."
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