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Before Song Feiwan could finish her question, the Jingzhaoyin rushed toward the alley with his entourage. She had no desire to get involved in this matter and instinctively closed her mouth. Rong Jiayi understood her intention and stepped in front of her, signaling her to leave through another path.
Song Feiwan exchanged a silent glance with him, hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly left with Dongzhi. The Jingzhaoyin saw their retreating figures and wanted to chase after them, but Rong Jiayi raised his hand to stop him. By the time he looked again, they had already vanished from sight. He could only lament, "Lord Rong, are you alright? It's all my fault for being late!"
Song Feiwan was disheveled and not fit to be seen by others. Once back in the carriage, she instructed the driver to take five taels of silver notes to Mingzhulou to collect some items. To her surprise, that Young Master Zhuo was not at the teahouse; only the shopkeeper held onto the Xiaming flower and her bracelet for safekeeping.
After retrieving her belongings, Song Feiwan ordered the driver to return home. The rain had stopped, and the sky was clearing up. On the other side of the long street, Jianan mounted his horse with a graceful motion. Thinking about the scene he had just witnessed, a faint smile curved his pale lips. This capital city was indeed more interesting than the grasslands. He had already begun to anticipate what kind of surprises Miss Song would bring him when they met again.
In the carriage, Dongzhi was still shaken. She asked, "Miss, who exactly was that lord who was attacked today?"
Song Feiwan replied calmly, "If I’m not mistaken, he is none other than the eldest son of the current Prime Minister Rong and the Minister of Justice, Rong Jiayi."
Dongzhi was taken aback. "So it’s actually the Minister of Justice?! After your marriage, won’t you have to call him cousin?"
Song Feiwan smiled lightly. "Yes, that's right."
I have heard that this person's temperament is quite difficult to deal with.
Those who hold the power of punishment are rarely easy to get along with.
Indeed. However, this individual is particularly ruthless, having made countless enemies both in the court and among the people. His reputation is so formidable that it can even silence a crying child! Oh, and I've heard that he brings misfortune to his wives!
Hmm?
He has proposed marriage three times, but each time, his fiancée has died suddenly before the wedding. Now he must be around twenty-three or twenty-four, and he still hasn't married.
Song Feiwan found it somewhat amusing.
At twenty-three or twenty-four, back when she was still in her previous life, she had just graduated. Now, however, he was considered an older bachelor.
But she wasn't in a much better position herself; at nineteen, she was also an unmarried woman still waiting to be chosen.
Bringing misfortune to wives—how laughable.
No wonder Consort Rong openly stated that she would not consider this nephew of hers while in the palace.
His reaction just now must mean he recognized her, right?
It was clear he didn't particularly like her; even saying thank you took him a long moment of hesitation.
What a coincidence; she didn't particularly like this Minister of Justice either. It was better to keep their interactions to a minimum.
Unexpectedly, that very day, someone from the Rong residence came to deliver an invitation from Grand Minister Rong, asking her to visit the manor for a chat.
Song Feiwan had not yet been married off and had also invited Li Shi along.
Winter Solstice remarked, "Grand Minister Rong is the maternal grandfather of His Highness Prince Chen; Minister Rong is his uncle. It makes sense for them to invite you to the manor. But what if Madam goes with you and things go awry?"
Song Feiwan smiled and replied, "Song Shuyou's correspondence with the Crown Prince is still in my possession; she wouldn't dare overstep her bounds. But enough about her; please move my things into my study."
"Also prepare some hot water; I want to take a bath."
She was referring to the Xiaming flowers brought back from the teahouse and the contract signed with Wang An.
Winter Solstice acknowledged and hurriedly left.
After Song Feiwan finished her bath, she tidied herself up as well.
Reflecting on the terms discussed between Song Feiwan and Wang An, Winter Solstice remarked, "The publishing house usually buys out works from authors; I've never heard of this kind of partnership you mentioned."
Song Feiwan: Do you think it's unreliable?
Dongzhi hurriedly denied it: No! You write so well, it will definitely sell big! I just feel that the fourth's share of the profits is too low.
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