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Song Feiwan cleverly positioned herself in a weaker stance, creating a significant uproar. After all, she had already become a widow; why not make the most of it? She intended to escalate the situation to the point where everyone would know. From then on, anyone who dared to bully her would have to weigh whether they could withstand the wrath of the royal family and the surnames involved.
As for the drawbacks of this move and her complete entanglement with Prince Chen, Xiao Yu, leaving no possibility for future developments, she was indifferent. Xiao Yu was already dead; what did it matter if she was bound forever? She lowered her head in feigned grievance, while in reality, she felt calm, waiting for everything to unfold according to her plan.
Little did she expect that one day when she encountered the living Xiao Yu, she would regret it deeply.
Rong Jiayi listened to her words and glanced at the excited crowd. Even Rong Anning was fervently supporting Song Feiwan beside him. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "Song Feiwan, you truly have a knack for putting me on the spot; I can't help you even if I wanted to."
Despite his position, he certainly wouldn't favor the Duke of Dingguo's son. Having met this woman four times, each time being led by the nose, it was strange that he felt any sense of relief at all. Oddly enough, he didn't even feel angry with Song Feiwan. It was as if his heart had been scratched by a cat—an odd sensation.
The situation left no room for him to ponder further. He said lightly, "The Princess Consort has truly humbled this humble official. I will certainly fulfill my duty and thoroughly investigate this matter."
With that, he coldly ordered, "The Duke of Dingguo's son is suspected of harming civilians and framing the Princess Consort while attempting to assassinate a young lady from the Rong family. Take him immediately to the Dali Temple for strict interrogation!"
The surrounding crowd cheered with delight.
Song Feiwan straightened up and sincerely thanked him this time: "Thank you, Lord Rong."
Rong Jiayi replied that it was merely an internal matter for him, but his dark pupils were icy. Song Feiwan couldn't help but feel a bit guilty and averted her gaze.
After bidding farewell to Song Feiwan, Rong Jiayi left with Rong Anning.
As for the few patients brought by Xu Xianzhi, aside from the pregnant woman, the others looked quite dejected. Once it was confirmed that the pregnant woman was in stable condition, Song Feiwan planned to present her as an important witness to the Dali Temple.
The crowd dispersed, and the wind and rain subsided. However, Song Feiwan did not rush to enter; instead, she gazed intently into the distance. She had felt a piercing gaze upon her earlier, which left her feeling quite pressured.
Dongzhi approached and asked, "Your Highness, what are you looking for?"
Not finding any suspicious figures and noticing that the gaze had vanished, Song Feiwan shook her head. "Nothing."
Later that evening, as she arrived at the Prince's Mansion with Dongzhi, Steward Sun greeted them respectfully. "Your Highness, there is a letter for you."
Song Feiwan took the letter and immediately noticed the character "Zhuo" written in the lower right corner of the envelope. After quickly entering her room, she hurriedly opened the letter.
It was a letter from Young Master Zhuo! He invited her to meet at Beihu three days later!
His handsome face, resembling that of a celestial being, flashed before her eyes, and his deep, magnetic voice echoed in her mind. Song Feiwan couldn't help but smile.
Good, good, good. Finally, she could collect the consultation fee he owed her!
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