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This statement effectively solidified Song Feiwan's reputation, and regardless of the willingness of the other members of the Rong family, there were no further objections. Only Li was left speechless, resembling a wilted eggplant.
Song Feiwan smiled gratefully at Master Rong, secretly thinking that these people from the Rong family were far more sensible and pragmatic than those from the Song family. It was far too easy to expose the truth behind handwriting; there was no need for her to tell such a clumsy lie.
Gift-giving is an art. Before coming here, she had considered presenting tea, wine, or even incense she made herself. However, given the recent incident involving the incense in the palace of Consort Rong, she had to be particularly cautious about what she brought.
A copy of a scripture was both sincere and safe. The fact that her handwriting caught Master Rong's attention was purely an unexpected delight. This scripture significantly bridged the gap between Song Feiwan and Master Rong.
When Master Rong mentioned Xiao Yushi, his voice betrayed a hint of sorrow. "The Crown Prince is not only my grandson but also my most accomplished student. His untimely death has left me heartbroken. If I could meet his family, it would alleviate one of my regrets."
Song Feiwan displayed an appropriately pained expression and apologized, "Grandfather, I was too impulsive before and ruined your birthday banquet. I am truly sorry."
Master Rong shook his head. "You have suffered over the years as well; I do not blame you. However, your body and hair are gifts from your parents. The Crown Prince is watching over you from above; you must never act foolishly again."
"Your teachings will be remembered," Song Feiwan replied solemnly.
Master Rong offered her a few more words of advice before raising his hand. Two rows of servants carried in dozens of boxes and placed them on the floor.
As the boxes opened, a dazzling array of jewels and gold filled the room, sparkling brightly and momentarily blinding those present. Additionally, two boxes contained several property deeds and land contracts.
Li immediately forgot her earlier frustration and stood up in shock, asking, "Master Rong, what is this?"
"This is a meeting gift for my granddaughter-in-law," Master Rong replied.
Li blurted out, "But there’s no need for so much!"
Only after speaking did she realize her mistake and quickly shut her mouth.
Master Rong was not angry; instead, he looked at Song Feiwan with a deep gaze that seemed to penetrate through her, reminiscing about Xiao Yu.
These lifeless things were not worth even a finger of my grandson. Yet he has already died on the battlefield, and from now on, you will have to live alone in this empty house. How difficult that must be. Master Rong sighed, his eyes reddening.
The implication was that this was all compensation for Song Feiwan.
As the person involved, Song Feiwan lowered her head, fully displaying her sorrow.
However, her heart was already blooming with joy.
No need to serve her in-laws, no need to bow down to her husband as a concubine, no need to bear children. The Prince's residence was so large; she could live there alone and still access Xiao Yu's substantial inheritance.
What was so difficult about that? It was simply wonderful!
Having gained such a significant advantage, she had no intention of accepting anything from Master Rong.
Thus, she sincerely refused: "Grandfather, being able to marry His Highness the Prince is already a blessing I have earned over three lifetimes. I truly have no other desires."
But Master Rong was even more resolute: "No, if you do not accept it, will it not trouble your grandfather? Child, being family is a joyous matter; do not make your grandfather unhappy."
Song Feiwan hesitated: "This..."
She really did not want to accept it.
Seeing this, Rong Huan and his wife also urged her to accept. Even the usually silent Rong Jiayi expressed his opinion: "Indeed, it is not a valuable item; Miss Song should not refuse."
With no way out, Song Feiwan could only nod in agreement.
However, she secretly resolved that she would repay this kindness to the Rong family in the future.
Master Rong finally felt satisfied and promised: "Feiwan, my dear girl, just rest assured and marry him. As long as the Rong family exists, we will protect you."
After saying this, he cast a cool glance at Li Shi.
Song Feiwan stood up and respectfully bowed: "Thank you, Grandfather!"
Li Shi realized Master Rong's subtle reprimand and turned pale with anger, unable to even muster a smile.
After all, Master Rong was advanced in age and showed signs of fatigue on his face.
Rong Huan took charge and sent him off to rest. Concerned that Song Feiwan might feel uncomfortable around the elders, he asked Rong Anning, another young lady of the household, to take her for a stroll in the garden.
As soon as Jie arrived at the flower garden, something went wrong.
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