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The palace maids, already trembling with fear, could hardly keep themselves from kneeling. Consort Rong was the emperor's favored one, backed by a powerful maternal clan. After the death of Prince Chen, his tiger talisman was temporarily in her hands. If anything were to happen to her, everyone in Bixiao Palace would be doomed to a grave without a burial.
Consort Rong's stunning beauty was not in question as she coldly commanded, "Call for the imperial physician."
Soon, the physician hurried in. After examining the situation, he confirmed that Song Feiwan's words were true. Not only was the honeycomb forbidden, but the maids also quickly removed the incense from the hall and opened all doors and windows for ventilation. Some were secretly ordered to investigate the matter thoroughly.
It seemed that the harem was about to be engulfed in another storm of bloodshed.
The physician stated, "Fortunately, this honeycomb has only been consumed twice and has not yet caused harm to the body. I will prescribe two calming herbs for the Consort; taking them will suffice." There was no need to worry about taking medicine; the palace had not weakened to that extent.
Consort Rong raised her hand, signaling him to leave. Then she turned to Song Feiwan and said, "You will accompany me."
Song Feiwan complied, surprised to find that she was being taken to Consort Rong's chambers. The attendants who remained were likely her trusted confidants, and their gazes toward Song Feiwan were far friendlier than when they first met.
Consort Rong sat down and gently massaged her temples with her fingertips, her tone carrying a hint of fatigue. "This is how it is in the palace—hidden daggers and deceitful schemes. I apologize for making you witness such things."
Song Feiwan had indeed come to understand the terrifying nature of life in the inner palace and felt somewhat relieved that Prince Chen had died; she would not have to endure such suffering.
"May you be blessed by heaven, Consort. No matter what you face, you will always turn misfortune into fortune," Song Feiwan said sincerely.
With Xiao Yu dead, Consort Rong had become her pillar of support, and she hoped for her continued prosperity.
This time, admiration shone in Consort Rong's eyes as she looked at her.
Suddenly, Song Feiwan felt a sense of gratitude toward whoever had tampered with the honeycomb.
"Come, sit beside me," Consort Rong said.
As Song Feiwan sat down, she felt her hand being grasped by Consort Rong. The woman, accustomed to a life of luxury, had hands even softer than that of the teenage girl, though her fingertips were cool to the touch.
"Thank you for your help this time. I didn't expect your medical skills to be so remarkable," Consort Rong said.
Song Feiwan humbly replied, "Your Highness flatters me. I merely read about these herbs in the medical texts left by my mother."
"That shows your intelligence and ability to comprehend," Consort Rong responded gently, thinking that since the girl had helped her once, even if she had indeed taken advantage of Xiao Yu, she would not hold it against her.
Just last night, a detailed investigation regarding Song Feiwan had been laid out on her desk. With such a father and stepmother, it was clear that Song Feiwan had not had an easy life. She must have felt cornered yesterday to resort to such measures.
If only she would be honest with her and sincerely admit her mistakes, Consort Rong thought, she would ensure that the girl returned home safely and soundly.
With this resolution in mind, Consort Rong looked encouragingly at Song Feiwan and asked, "In terms of rewards and punishments in the palace, what kind of reward would you like?"
After a pause, she added meaningfully, "You might want to think it over carefully."
Song Feiwan withdrew her hand and stepped forward to bow respectfully before Consort Rong. "I dare not presume upon your kindness nor do I deserve any reward. I only hope for Your Highness's understanding regarding my mistake."
Consort Rong raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is it related to His Highness Yu?"
Song Feiwan nodded. "Indeed, it concerns His Highness the Crown Prince."
Consort Rong wore an expression of knowing anticipation, signaling her to continue.
"I recently declined His Highness's proposal for marriage," Song Feiwan admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "It was a grave error on my part, and I have regretted it deeply! Now I beseech Your Highness to grant me permission to marry His Highness!"
The expressions of the palace attendants shifted dramatically at this revelation.
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