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She wore a red and blue Huakui dress, topped with a white velvet round hat adorned with beautiful tassels on either side. The high saturation of colors made her already striking features even more captivating. The words "grassland" took shape in Song Feiwan's mind.
By her side stood a little boy, around three or four years old, dressed in a short jacket and sporting small braids. His features bore a resemblance to hers. His bright black eyes darted around, lost in thought.
His age matched the time since Xiao Yu had gone missing, prompting Song Feiwan to speculate about their relationship. Although Xiao Yu had claimed he was unmarried on the grassland, he never said he had no children. Could he truly be his flesh and blood?
A wave of frustration crossed her mind, though she concealed it well.
Zhuo Da and Zhuo Jian saw her and hurriedly bowed in greeting, "Greetings, Your Highness."
Xiao Yu sat in a chair, his deep phoenix eyes softened slightly as he nodded at her.
"You've come," he said, his voice low and magnetic.
Song Feiwan lowered her gaze and returned the greeting. "I have seen the Prince."
"Please sit," he gestured for her to take a seat.
After she sat down, she asked gently, "May I ask why the Prince summoned me?"
Xiao Yu replied, "I want to introduce you to someone."
He exchanged a glance with Zhuo, who immediately stood up and smiled. "Your Highness, this is Sang Zhen. Three years ago, it was her husband, Jatu, who saved our master. Thanks to her care, our master was able to recover."
So she was Xiao Yu's savior? Yet something about the way Sang Zhen looked at Xiao Yu felt off to Song Feiwan.
The child seemed to harbor some hostility towards her as well.
As Zhuo began speaking, Sang Zhen stood up and performed the grassland shoulder salute towards Song Feiwan.
"I have seen the Princess," she said in a surprisingly neutral tone of Mandarin without any accent.
It was unexpected; even Zhuo had been in the capital for so long and still hadn't lost his accent. Was this young and beautiful woman exceptionally gifted in language learning or had she practiced diligently?
Song Feiwan had a gut feeling it was the latter.
"Since you are His Highness's benefactor, you are also my benefactor, Madam Sangzhen. Please, no need for formalities," Song Feiwan said with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Princess," Madam Sangzhen replied.
Song Feiwan glanced beside her and asked, "Is this your child?"
"Yes," Sangzhen introduced. "His name is A Dian."
"And what about your husband? Didn't he come with you to the capital?"
Sangzhen's expression changed slightly, and Zhuo took the opportunity to speak up. "Your Highness, my brother has not been well for some time. Not long after we left the grasslands, he unfortunately passed away."
As she spoke, Zhuo's eyes turned red with sorrow.
Song Feiwan looked apologetically at Sangzhen. "I am sorry for my thoughtlessness."
Sangzhen shook her head, her tassels swaying gently. "Your Highness, you are only concerned for us."
With that, she knelt before Song Feiwan, her eyes glistening with tears as she pleaded, "I beg you, Princess, please help us."
Song Feiwan was taken aback. "What happened? Please rise and tell me."
Sangzhen shook her head, her face filled with grief. "After my husband died, the people in our tribe bullied us, leaving us as orphans and widows. Life has been incredibly difficult. I had no choice but to bring A Dian all this way to the capital. I hope that Your Highness will allow us to stay here. I promise to be obedient and serve you and His Royal Highness Chen Wang."
After saying this, she bowed deeply and began to prostrate herself before Song Feiwan.
The more Song Feiwan listened, the more uneasy she felt. Not to mention that the Chen Wangfu was so large; even a single courtyard would be enough for them to live in comfortably.
Moreover, Xiao Yu had power and influence; it would be easy for him to buy them a house in the capital to settle down in.
But why had this matter fallen upon her?
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