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There used to be a swing here, didn't there? Before the prince turned three, he often played on the swing, and you loved to push him high, wanting to hear him scream. Yet he remained particularly calm and never shouted. Instead, it was you who lost interest in the swing first.
Consort Rong slowly widened her eyes and sat up straight. After glancing out the window, she said lightly, "There are so many people inside and outside the palace. Though these events are long past, they are not difficult to investigate."
Song Feiwan nodded in understanding and continued, "When the prince was seven, he broke the second prince's leg. It was you and the emperor who suppressed this matter, claiming to the outside world that the second prince had broken his leg while climbing a tree."
This was much more concealed than the matter of the swing! Aside from the two princes, only she and the emperor's trusted aides knew!
Consort Rong's gaze deepened, and her expression became less composed. "When the prince was twelve, he wrote an essay that belittled the crown prince. After you read it, you first praised him but then ordered him to rewrite it."
The essay was meant to be presented to the emperor and circulated among civil and military officials. Although Consort Rong did not think highly of the crown prince, Xiao Yu's actions were too conspicuous; she had to intervene.
She could no longer sit still. Because of this incident, she was certain that only she and Xiao Yu knew!
Song Feiwan went on to recount several matters concerning Xiao Yu—some widely known, others extremely obscure, even unknown to Consort Rong. But upon hearing her descriptions, Consort Rong was convinced that these were indeed things Xiao Yu could do.
The palace servants attending them looked at Song Feiwan with expressions that shifted dramatically. The disdain and contempt were replaced by shock and fear. Each person's heart echoed with a single thought: My goodness, Miss Song truly is Prince Chen's beloved!
After a quarter of an hour, Song Feiwan felt a bit dry in her mouth and paused. She looked at Consort Rong with her clear eyes and asked, "Your Highness, do you believe me now?"
Before Consort Rong could speak, tears streamed down her face. After wiping her reddened eyes with a handkerchief, she reached out to Song Feiwan with a sense of guilt and said, "Child, come here."
A weight lifted from Song Feiwan's heart as she obediently walked over. Consort Rong pulled her down to sit beside her and gazed at her with deep affection that grew ever stronger in her eyes.
Feiwan, she changed her tone and called her by name. All of this must have been told to you by Yu'er, right?
Not at all.
She had read the original book; it was written that way.
Song Feiwan pretended to sob, lowering her head.
In the eyes of Consort Rong, it seemed like an acknowledgment.
Consort Rong cried even harder, reaching out to embrace Song Feiwan, seeking solace in the memory of her own flesh and blood.
With Yu'er's character, if he spoke of these matters, it must mean he holds you in high regard. I, however, jumped to conclusions and hurt your feelings; I truly should not have!
She was fragrant and soft, and Song Feiwan obediently let her hold her, also adopting a sorrowful tone.
Your Highness, I understand completely; I do not blame you.
Consort Rong immediately felt more guilty, holding Song Feiwan and crying for a long time.
The palace maids around them were moved to tears as well.
One of the older maids stepped forward to advise, "Your Highness, please do not cry too much for your health."
Consort Rong took a couple of deep breaths, released Song Feiwan, and wiped her eyes with a clean handkerchief, making an effort to calm herself down.
She still felt sorrowful but managed to lift the corners of her mouth: Learning that Yu'er still has someone he loves in this world is indeed something that should not bring tears. Feiwan, I have embarrassed you.
Song Feiwan shook her head: Your Highness also has a mother's heart; I am the one who has been foolish.
Seizing the moment, she eagerly asked: What about my marriage to His Highness?
Consort Rong's expression turned serious: This cannot be agreed upon by me.
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