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Hearing that your birth mother passed away many years ago?
Song Feiwan replied, "Yes, I was only a few years old at that time and don’t remember much."
Regarding her birth mother, the original owner’s memories were quite vague. She only knew that her mother was a beautiful woman who loved to dress elegantly. When the original owner was young, she enjoyed the protection of her mother and was much more lively than she became as she grew older.
What left the deepest impression was the scene of her mother sitting at the table, dressed in her robes, seriously writing medical texts while occasionally suppressing a cough. Her mother would lift her head and gently remind her, "Wanwan, run slowly."
After so many years, the image of her mother had long since faded in her mind. She could only remember that her complexion was very pale and her eyes were dark and deep. Any portraits left by her mother had long been destroyed by the Kou family. However, the elders in the household said that she resembled her mother almost like two peas in a pod.
Whenever the original owner felt wronged and thought of her mother, she would stare at herself in the mirror for a long time, crying silently.
Upon hearing Song Feiwan's words, the Emperor's gaze momentarily lost focus. "What caused your mother's passing?"
"She died of illness."
The Emperor fell silent for a moment, letting out a soft sigh as his gaze grew even more obscure. Besides sympathy, there seemed to be regret and guilt in his eyes. "You have suffered all these years. Now that you are married into the royal family, whatever you need in the future, feel free to come to me or your mother for support."
Consort Rong nodded in agreement, "Your father is right. The doors of Bixiao Palace will always be open for you."
With this promise, Song Feiwan felt a surge of joy in her heart and sincerely thanked them both: "Thank you, Father and Mother."
The Emperor had state affairs to attend to and could not linger too long. After giving her a few instructions, he took his leave. Consort Rong was reluctant to part with her and invited her to stay in the palace for dinner before sending her out.
Song Feiwan was preoccupied with last night's events, so she instructed the carriage to take a detour to the Bamboo Tea Pavilion. There, she left a message for Young Master Zhuo before heading back to her residence.
Uncertain about his condition, she cautiously wrote in her message: "I owe you a cup of tea. If you have time, please send word to the Prince of Chen's residence, and I will be sure to keep our appointment."
The tea invitation was merely a pretext; Song Feiwan intended to inform him of her diagnosis and, incidentally, collect her consultation fee. As long as he was concerned about his health, he would come looking for her. All she had to do was wait quietly.
However, she never expected that her message would vanish without a trace. Such an important matter should not have been overlooked. Could it be that he had already left the capital?
In reality, Jia Nan had not left; he had even moved into the spacious three-courtyard mansion he had purchased. During the renovations, he did not deprive himself of comfort and stayed at the largest inn in the city.
This mansion was situated in a prime location in the capital and was designed entirely according to his preferences. It even featured a vast hunting ground where he could ride freely! The hunting ground housed various animals captured from the mountains, including but not limited to tigers, wolves, deer, and roe deer.
In addition to the servants dedicated to managing the hunting ground, a black eagle brought from the northern grasslands circled above daily, keeping watch over the area.
The message left by Song Feiwan was neatly folded into a note and delivered to him that very day by the eagle. Jia Nan stood by the window, holding the note in his hand while raising his long and muscular arm.
The eagle perched firmly on his forearm, its wings spread wide, its size nearly matching his arm's length. Its beak and talons glinted with a sharp sheen, powerful enough to easily crush its prey. Its dark eyes took in every movement around it with keen awareness.
Such a fierce bird of prey could hardly be tamed by anyone, even among the warriors of the grasslands. Yet beside Jia Nan, it retracted its talons and lowered its head, appearing remarkably docile.
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