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Song Shuyou also found it hard to sleep, recalling her secret meeting with Xiao Yan that day, under the pretense of attending Song Feiwan's wedding.
As soon as she closed the door to the courtyard, she threw herself into Xiao Yan's arms, pouring out her grievances. "Your Highness, it's all Song Feiwan's fault! It's so difficult to see you! I've been cut off from entering the Crown Prince's residence, and my brother has been prevented from taking office because of her. What am I supposed to do now?"
Xiao Yan was equally furious, grinding his teeth in frustration. "She nearly caused me to incur my father's wrath as well. That wretched woman—why wasn't she drowned back then?"
Song Shuyou sighed, "It's a relief she didn't die, but she got ahead of me for the position of Consort to the Crown Prince! When I saw her, I even had to pay my respects. Your Highness, I used to have the upper hand over her; now I can't accept this! Please help me and my family!"
Xiao Yan patted her delicate back and said through clenched teeth, "So what if her rank is higher than yours? The Crown Prince is dead; how long can she bask in the glory of being the Crown Prince's Consort? I am the Crown Prince, second only to my father. Once you marry me, Song Feiwan will have no choice but to bow down to you!"
Song Shuyou's eyes lit up for a moment before turning somber again as she anxiously asked, "But the Crown Princess has already made it known that I might not have a chance to marry you?"
"Why wouldn't you?" Xiao Yan replied with disdain. "That woman is arrogant and jealous; how can she compare to someone as understanding as you? Does she really think that just because I showed her family some leniency due to her impending demise, she can manipulate me?"
"Rest assured, since I have promised you, I will ensure you receive the honor and dignity befitting a Crown Princess! You may have to endure some hardships for a while until this blows over."
Overjoyed, Song Shuyou hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Your Highness! With your words, I'm completely satisfied! I don't feel wronged at all; no matter how long it takes, I'm willing to wait for you!"
As for Song Feiwan, Xiao Yan also vowed that he would find an opportunity to ensure that wretched woman would have no place to be buried!
In the dim candlelight, Song Shuyou's eyes glinted with cold light as she sneered, "She thinks marrying a dead man will allow her to climb over me? Dream on! I'll be waiting for your downfall!"
Perhaps due to exhaustion from the previous day, Song Feiwan slept deeply that night. It wasn't until the sun had risen high that she finally opened her sleepy eyes.
For a moment, she was dazed and thought of Young Master Zhuo before quickly sitting up from the narrow bed.
Hastily moving into the inner chamber, she found no trace of him on the large bed. Only the wrinkled brocade quilt and a faint cold fragrance lingering in the room reminded her that everything from last night was not a dream.
As for when he had left, she had been completely unaware.
The courtyard outside was quiet; it seemed that none of the others in the Crown Prince's residence had been disturbed.
Song Feiwan sighed softly, first tidying up the bed in the outer room before sitting back on the bridal bed and calling for someone to come in.
After washing up and having her meal, she instructed Dongzhi to gather both the servants she had brought from the Song residence and those originally from the Prince's Manor in the courtyard.
"Please pay your respects to Her Highness, wishing Her Highness longevity and good health."
Standing at the front was Song Feiwan, her hair styled elegantly, radiating beauty that could captivate anyone. She watched as everyone bowed in unison, feeling a mix of emotions within her.
There was no need to say much about the Song residence; her main focus was on the people of the Prince's Manor. It had been nearly three years since Xiao Yu's death, and she was not surprised to see that the manor had dwindled down to just a handful of ordinary servants.
As her gaze met his, the leading man stepped forward and bowed to her. "Your Highness, I am the steward of the manor, named Sun Zhengliang. I am twenty years old."
He wore a blue long robe, his figure more delicate than that of an average man, with a fair and refined complexion. His appearance was handsome, and his voice was melodious, neither distinctly masculine nor feminine.
"Steward Sun, there is no need for formalities," Song Feiwan said with a gentle smile. "I have just married into the Prince's Manor and am unfamiliar with this place. I will rely on you for assistance in the future."
"You are too kind, Your Highness." Sun Zhengliang straightened up, speaking with respectful composure. "I assure you that I will speak freely and share everything I know. I will do my utmost to alleviate your worries."
Noticing his almost nonexistent Adam's apple and connecting it with his appearance and voice, Song Feiwan suddenly realized something.
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