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The night was deep and heavy.
Under the dim glow of the oil lamp, a woman sat with her long, dark hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her small face, no larger than a palm, was pale and cool, with a delicate nose and faintly tinted lips. Her deep, dark fox-like eyes gazed at the Winter Solstice, smiling before she even spoke.
It was surely a façade; Xiao Yu, that cold and ruthless man, found everything in the world to be dull, especially women. He looked down upon everything and would never fall in love with anyone.
That was true. She nodded in agreement.
Winter Solstice was two years younger than her, a delicate beauty with an oval face that still bore a hint of baby fat.
She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "You kept it so secret! I had no idea at all!"
Song Feiwan smiled silently, thinking to herself that it was all made up; it would be strange if she knew.
"I heard that the jade pendant you always carry is a token of affection from His Highness, the Crown Prince?"
"Mm."
In truth, that jade pendant was something the mistress had carved herself out of boredom. The other half had shattered long ago during the carving process, and she had no idea where it had been discarded.
Winter Solstice suddenly understood. "No wonder you carved it with such care! I heard that you almost jumped into the lake for His Highness today; I was truly terrified. It’s my fault for being so careless—I didn’t notice your sorrow and pain at all."
Her tone was filled with guilt and concern. "Miss, I know how deeply you feel for His Highness; you mustn't do anything foolish again. Otherwise, even the late Crown Prince wouldn’t be able to rest in peace."
This girl was too loyal; she believed whatever she said.
Song Feiwan felt a bit guilty but maintained a sorrowful expression without making any promises.
Winter Solstice's eyes turned red from this genuine emotion, and she secretly resolved to take good care of her mistress from now on.
"I'm a bit tired; you can go now," Song Feiwan said.
"Rest well, Miss. I'll be outside keeping watch. Just call if you need anything," Winter Solstice replied.
Song Feiwan nodded and lay down on the bed.
Her weary body sank into the blankets as she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Suddenly finding herself transported into a book, she wondered how her body in the real world was faring.
How heartbroken would her mother and grandfather be if they discovered she had met with an accident? No matter what, she must live well in this world; perhaps one day, there would be a chance to return.
Her eyelids grew heavier, and her thoughts drifted further away. She didn't even realize when she fell asleep.
A dreamless night passed.
The next morning, she opened her eyes to the faint light of dawn outside. Consort Rong was considerate of her having fallen into the water yesterday and informed her that it was too early to enter the palace.
Song Feiwan, however, could no longer sleep. She turned over and sat up.
Dongzhi heard the movement and entered with a basin of water, ready to assist Song Feiwan with her washing up. Being a modern person, she wasn't quite accustomed to having others so close to her.
"I can do it myself."
After washing up, it was time to get dressed. The attire required for entering the palace was quite elaborate, and it was with Dongzhi's help that she managed to put it on.
"Miss, please sit here; I will help you with your hair."
"Mm."
Song Feiwan sat in front of the vanity, examining herself in the mirror. Her fingertips unconsciously rested on her pulse—a small habit she had when deep in thought.
Fox-like eyes, cherry blossom lips, and an oval face. Not only did the name match hers perfectly, but their appearances were also strikingly similar.
However, while she had just graduated from university in the modern world, the original owner was still not yet nineteen years old, making her look a bit more youthful. Coupled with Lady Li's harsh treatment, the original owner's figure was even more slender, her waist barely able to be grasped by a single hand.
"Miss, what are you thinking about?"
The hairstyle Dongzhi needed to create today was somewhat complex; she had just begun working on it.
Song Feiwan tapped her wrist thoughtfully and replied seriously, "You need to eat more from now on."
"You're so thin; you won't have the strength to defend yourself."
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