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She was not dead. Song Feiwan spoke with certainty. If she had died, the Zhaoyang Courtyard would not be so peaceful; Song Taipeng and the others would have sent someone to call for her long ago.
"How did you guess so accurately?" Dongzhi sighed regretfully. "Not only is she alive, but she wasn't even injured—just a bit startled."
Song Feiwan was not surprised. From her deductions, this fire must have been orchestrated by the Ke family and Song Shuyao, aimed directly at her. However, since she had temporarily switched courtyards with Song Shuyao, in the chaos, Song Shuyao had not had time to notify the arsonists she had arranged.
On a dark and windy night, a fire accidentally ignited. It was only natural that she suffered a significant loss and couldn't sleep well. Because she was awake, she had managed to escape being burned alive. However, that small courtyard and everything she had brought with her were completely consumed by the flames! Dongzhi laughed in relief; for now, she could only move into the lady's courtyard like a lost dog.
Looking at the spacious and bright Zhaoyang Courtyard, Dongzhi felt genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart. After washing up, Song Feiwan tidied herself and went to the main hall to pay respects to the spirit tablet of Xiao Yu.
She lit three sticks of incense, holding them with her hands raised above her head. She offered a few words to the spirit of Prince Chen Xiao Yu and bowed deeply three times. In her heart, she silently vowed: "Rest assured, great antagonist; during every festival from now on, I will burn paper for you."
In the courtyard of the Ke family, Song Shuyao was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night, her whole body filled with resentment that seemed almost tangible. The Ke family was no better off; after hastily eating a few bites of breakfast, she put down her chopsticks.
Impatiently waving away the servants, Song Shuyao gritted her teeth and said, "Mother, I can't accept this!"
The Ke matriarch grasped her hand tightly: "Mother knows. Make a list of what you lost; I will send someone to buy you new ones."
"It's not about the things!" Song Shuyao couldn't swallow this anger! Thinking about how she had fled in such a disgraceful manner last night made her heart ache as if it were about to explode.
She said, confused and angry, "How could the Consort be persuaded by that wretched Song Feiwan?"
Kuo frowned. "Could it be that she truly has feelings for Prince Chen?"
"Impossible! She is infatuated with His Highness the Crown Prince; I have seen it with my own eyes! Besides, what kind of person is Prince Chen? How could he possibly take a liking to someone like her, a mere decorative vase? He can't be blind! She must have used some trick to deceive the Consort!"
Kuo sighed. "Even if that's the case, the imperial decree has already been issued. If she leaves the Song family, we will all be implicated."
Song Shuyou's eyes turned red with frustration. "How long do you expect me to endure this? I wish I could kill her right now!"
"After she marries into Prince Chen's residence, we will find an opportunity," Kuo said coldly. "So what if she becomes the Princess of Chen? Prince Chen is already dead. You have His Highness the Crown Prince; how could you possibly lose to her?"
Song Shuyou's eyes gradually lit up as she grasped Kuo's hand. "Mother, you're right! A dead person can never compare to a living one. The Emperor and Consort Rong cannot protect her forever."
"Exactly. Besides, weren't we worried that she is your sister? If the Song family and His Highness the Crown Prince were to discuss a marriage alliance, they would have to consider her first. If she were to marry lowly, it would drag you down too, and you would lose your chance to marry into royal nobility. But if I find her a good match, I wouldn't be willing."
Song Shuyou nodded. "Yes, no matter what we do, it's wrong, which is why we've decided to take her life."
Kuo replied, "This works out perfectly. If she becomes the Princess of Chen, then you would also be worthy of His Highness the Crown Prince."
"Right! I hadn't thought of that before! Mother, you truly are wise!"
Kuo assured her earnestly, "Don't worry; if you suffer any grievances, I will remember them all and make sure she pays with her life!"
In the morning, Song Feiwan left the residence with Dongzhi.
Sitting in the carriage, she felt a hint of curiosity as she quietly observed the scenery outside the window. The streets and buildings were all imbued with an ancient charm.
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