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The next morning, after the sun had fully risen, Song Feiwan stepped out alone.
Behind the medical clinic, she used the pretense of handling affairs to send everyone else away, quietly waiting.
Ning Yuqin was a clever person and soon came rushing over. After entering the room, she removed her gauze hat and said, "Although I didn't receive any news from you, I guessed you would want to see me, so here I am."
Song Feiwan smiled approvingly, observing her face. "You look much better," she remarked.
"Yes," Ning Yuqin replied as she sat beside her, her spirits high. "The medicines you prescribed are very effective; I can feel my condition improving."
"I heard about what happened at the Song residence. Since you haven't left the house, I quietly sought out a trusted doctor for a pulse diagnosis. He also said that my improvement is truly a blessing from heaven."
Ning Yuqin thought to herself that the deity granting her this blessing was right in front of her.
"How many people know about your recovery?" Song Feiwan asked.
"My trusted maid and my father know, but that's it."
"The Crown Prince doesn't know?"
Ning Yuqin raised an eyebrow. "No. Whenever I have to meet anyone in my residence, I apply pale makeup to appear weak."
Song Feiwan felt even more satisfied.
"Since that's the case, I won't beat around the bush with you any longer. We need to expedite my plans while you are still recovering."
This time, Ning Yuqin showed no resistance. "Alright, tell me what to do."
Song Feiwan beckoned her closer with a finger. As Ning Yuqin leaned in, her eyes widened more and more as she listened.
"You really want to do that?" Ning Yuqin asked in shock.
Song Feiwan nodded. "Can you arrange it?"
Ning Yuqin's expression turned complex as she solemnly nodded. "I can."
After discussing everything with her, Song Feiwan didn't rush back to the residence but instead began to handle matters at the clinic. It wasn't until sunset that she tidied her clothes and boarded the carriage heading towards the Prince's Mansion.
The autumn wind rustled, and the withered yellow leaves danced as they fell. She walked alongside Dongzhi on the neatly laid stone path. Initially intending to head straight back to her courtyard, she was met by the tall figure of Steward Sun, who hurried towards her with a sympathetic look. "Your Highness, His Highness requests your presence."
At that moment, Song Feiwan felt much like a student called to the principal's office, immediately racking her brain to see if she had done anything wrong. It shouldn't be anything serious; otherwise, Xiao Yu would have come to fetch her himself without waiting for her return.
She replied softly, "Understood. Do you know why His Highness is looking for me?"
Steward Sun had served beside Xiao Yu for many years and knew well that he despised servants who could not keep their mouths shut. However, he genuinely cared for the Princess and couldn't bear to see her caught in a difficult situation.
Seeing his expression, Song Feiwan felt reassured; at the very least, her life was not in danger. "It's fine. I'll go and see what it is."
Steward Sun sighed in relief and bowed to her with both shame and gratitude. Song Feiwan gestured for Dongzhi to follow and took a detour toward Xiao Yu's North Star Courtyard.
The door to the room was open, and as she approached, she could hear the lively voice of Zhuo Er inside. "Ah, I really didn't expect so much to happen in the tribe after we left. You've traveled a long way; it must have been tough for you. Now that you have a master backing you up, you needn't be so fearful anymore."
"Who has arrived? Is it an old member from Xiao Yu's tribe?"
The servants in North Star Courtyard all bowed to her in unison. "Greetings, Your Highness."
Song Feiwan raised her hand to signal them to rise as she stepped over the threshold. Her gaze immediately fell upon a young woman sitting beside Xiao Yu, dressed in foreign attire, with deep-set eyes and striking features.
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