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Song Feiwan had a keen sense of emotions, honed from years of interacting with patients. Patients were exceptionally skilled at lying, so she immediately sensed the hostility emanating from Consort Rong. Compared to Consort Rong, the palace maids and eunuchs attending her displayed their emotions much more openly. They all wore varying degrees of anger on their faces, clearly feeling insulted on behalf of His Highness, the Crown Prince.
With a calm expression, Song Feiwan pretended not to notice. Consort Rong spoke first, her melodious voice tinged with a hint of coldness: "I heard that Miss Song had an accident yesterday. How is your health now?"
Song Feiwan replied, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am much better now."
Consort Rong nodded. "That's good to hear. I feel somewhat guilty for being so eager to invite you to the palace."
Song Feiwan understood that Consort Rong was merely exchanging pleasantries with her, while Song Taipeng and the others had not even bothered with such formalities. It was quite ironic. This only strengthened her resolve to become the Crown Prince's consort.
Lowering her long eyelashes, a porcelain-white face reflected just the right amount of contemplation and fragility. She understood that when it came to His Highness, Consort Rong was also troubled by her concern.
Mentioning Xiao Yu caused Consort Rong's eyes to redden slightly. Perhaps it touched upon a soft spot in her heart; instead of confronting Song Feiwan with accusations, she instructed a nearby maid to bring out some tea and snacks.
"It’s still early; there’s no rush to leave the palace. Let’s eat and talk," she said.
Song Feiwan's gaze flickered. This atmosphere suggested that she was expected to clarify all her feelings and thoughts. Since she was here, she would remain composed.
Without showing any signs of fear, she glanced at the tray beside her. In addition to a pot of fine tea, there were several beautifully shaped and enticingly colored pastries that exuded a delightful fragrance. Furthermore, a small jade porcelain bowl held translucent pink flower nectar.
These items left outside might not even be worth a hundred taels of silver.
Consort Rong, with a similar selection of pastries, smiled gently and said, "You can enhance the flavor with flower nectar alongside the pastries."
After expressing her gratitude, Song Feiwan cleaned her hands and took a piece of pastry, using a shallow porcelain spoon to scoop up some flower nectar.
She instinctively sniffed at it, and her expression changed slightly.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Consort Rong about to take a bite of the pastry dipped in nectar. Song Feiwan quickly spoke up, "Your Highness, please wait."
Consort Rong paused, suspicion flickering across her face.
Song Feiwan took another careful sniff of the nectar and even lightly licked it with her tongue.
Seeing her serious demeanor, Consort Rong's expression darkened slightly. "Has Miss Song discovered something unusual?"
As soon as she spoke, the faces of everyone in the hall changed dramatically.
The old maid beside Consort Rong, who had served her for many years and was closer to her, anxiously explained, "Your Highness, everything consumed in this palace has been tested for poison by me."
Consort Rong gestured for her to calm down, her beautiful phoenix eyes fixed intently on Song Feiwan.
After a moment, Song Feiwan raised the small bowl of flower nectar and said earnestly, "Your Highness, this flower nectar is problematic."
A wave of terror swept through the hall as people fell to their knees in panic.
The old maid who spoke first had tears in her eyes, trembling like a leaf in the wind, unable to defend herself.
Consort Rong frowned slightly. "Is it poisonous?"
Song Feiwan shook her head. "It’s not toxic on its own; however, there is an herb mixed in that will create a chronic toxin when combined with the incense used in the palace. Over time..."
She intended to say it would lead to mental illness but changed it to a more commonly understood phrase of this era. "It could cause dementia, madness, or even self-harm."
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