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The Crown Prince Xiao Yan's current consort was Ning Yuqin. Having read the original text, I knew she came from a prominent family and had a group of elite fighters secretly trained by the Ning family at her disposal. Each of these individuals was highly skilled, capable of taking on ten opponents alone, and it was said they were the only ones who could rival the guards of Prince Chen, obeying only her commands.
In the story, she later decided to leave this group with Xiao Yan out of concern for him. Behind the scenes, Xiao Yan utilized these fighters to accomplish many things. It could be said that his eventual ascension to the throne was largely due to the contributions of the Ning family's elite.
However, he was so engrossed in his romance with Song Shuyao that he had completely forgotten about Ning Yuqin. When Song Feiwan saw him ascend to the throne, she did not grant any additional titles to Ning Yuqin and thought silently to herself: How could someone so heartless and ungrateful, who climbed to power over the corpses of Ning Yuqin and her elite fighters, not fear that she might come back to life in anger?
After crossing into the story, I had informed Ning Yuqin in advance about Xiao Yan's scandalous affair with Song Shuyao. True to her nature as a warrior woman, she fiercely reprimanded Song Shuyao and slapped Xiao Yan in the face. Although I had never interacted with her directly, I admired her for this act.
If I could collaborate with her and have the Ning family's elite protect me while escaping from Xiao Yu, there would be a good chance of success. However, I wasn't sure if Ning Yuqin would be willing to cooperate with me.
In just a few days, there would be a palace banquet. As the Crown Princess, she would attend unless she were bedridden. I planned to find an opportunity then to test her willingness to ally with me.
After returning to Bixiao Palace, Song Feiwan closed the palace doors and claimed illness for two days, refusing to see anyone. It wasn't entirely a lie; the marks on her neck were too conspicuous, and she didn't want Consort Rong to see them. As for Xiao Yu, she truly did not wish to meet him.
Consort Rong was a clever woman. Upon learning that her envoy had been turned away, she did not get angry but instead discreetly investigated further. From the maidservants attending Song Feiwan, she discovered that there were marks on her neck, which made Consort Rong's expression darken with anger.
That scoundrel! She cursed Xiao Yu while all the attendants around her trembled in fear and knelt down. Only the head maid Fuqu dared to offer a few words of advice cautiously.
"Your Highness, please calm your anger. There may be some misunderstanding in this matter."
No matter the misunderstanding, he cannot lay a hand on his own consort! Go to the Heavenly Palace and bring him to me at once!
Fuhua did not dare to delay. "This servant obeys."
"Say nothing and do nothing when you get to the consort. Just go along with her as if I know nothing," Consort Rong sighed. Regardless of whether it is an ordinary family or a royal one, being a mother-in-law is never easy. The best mother-in-law is one who acts as if she has passed away. If it weren't for the Fourth Prince's excessive behavior this time, I truly wouldn't want to meddle in their affairs.
Fuhua nodded. "This servant understands the difficulties of the White Lady. I can't fathom it either; wasn't the former prince and the consort just sweet together in Yuzhang Garden?"
Consort Rong replied, "Young people are unpredictable; their moods change like the moon in the sky, shifting at a moment's notice."
Fuhua went to the Heavenly Palace, but when she found Xiao Yu absent, she left a message.
The next evening, Xiao Yu finally arrived late.
Consort Rong was dressed in her splendid attire, adorned with jewelry that was few in number yet priceless, enhancing her imposing presence.
She coldly regarded Xiao Yu and commanded the palace maids, "You all leave and close the door."
"Yes."
Inside the hall, only the two of them remained—mother and son, who bore some resemblance to each other.
Consort Rong narrowed her eyes. "Come closer, my son."
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