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After leaving the North Star Courtyard, Dongzhi hesitated before asking, "Your Highness, what does that Sang Zhen really mean? Kneeling there so pitifully, one might think she is the child of His Highness. Are you really going to allow her to enter?"
Indeed, it wasn't just Song Feiwan who felt something was off. She coldly replied, "What does it matter what she means? The decision lies with the Prince, not me. Don't worry about it."
"Your Highness, please wait!" A young servant rushed out from the North Star Courtyard.
Song Feiwan turned around to hear him panting as he said, "His Highness still has some medicinal herbs to give you. Could you please follow me to check them?"
Since it involved detoxification, Song Feiwan didn't dare to be careless and followed him back to the North Star Courtyard.
This time, they went to the storeroom, so she wouldn't have to see Xiao Yu and Sang Zhen again.
Xiao Yu was indeed efficient; he quickly found several rare medicinal herbs. After Song Feiwan checked them, she asked the young servant to convey her gratitude to Xiao Yu and signaled Dongzhi to pack the herbs. The two then walked back outside.
As they passed through the corridor and were about to turn a corner, they heard voices from the other side.
"Brother, do you think our master will marry Sang Zhen?"
"The master's affairs are not for us to comment on," replied Zhuo Da.
"But we're just discussing it. According to our customs on the grasslands, since Tu Ge has passed away, our master, being his sworn brother, should marry Sang Zhen and continue taking care of her and her child. Sang Zhen coming to the capital must have the same intention."
"She's so beautiful and has saved our master’s life. In terms of feelings and reason, he shouldn't refuse her."
"The only problem is with the Princess Consort. But how could a side consort affect the position of the main consort?"
As they walked in opposite directions and their voices faded away, Song Feiwan and Dongzhi could no longer hear what they were saying.
Dongzhi cautiously observed Song Feiwan's pale face and inwardly scolded Zhuo Er.
"Your Highness, don't listen to their nonsense!" Dongzhi clenched her fists and said firmly. "The Prince loves you deeply; how could he marry another woman?"
Song Feiwan didn't pay attention to Dongzhi's words; her mind was in turmoil.
If Sang Zhen were to use her gratitude as leverage and insist on marrying Xiao Yu, it would clearly benefit her own escape plan. Hadn't she once thought of matching Xiao Yu with Rong Anning to divert his attention?
Why was it that after such a short time had passed, she felt displeased at the thought of someone else doing the same thing?
Had she been deceived into thinking that she had become the mistress of the Wangfu after sitting in that position for too long?
It was laughable.
Song Feiwan shook her head, pushing aside the distracting thoughts in her mind. She constantly reminded herself that what lay beneath her feet was not solid ground, but a tightrope suspended over an abyss! In this precarious balance between life and death, she could not afford to act on emotions.
"Dongzhi is still rambling on," she thought. "You just saw the prince's attitude; he is interested in you."
Song Feiwan tucked all her emotions away into her shell, sealing it tightly. With a voice as cold as ice, she replied, "His interest in me does not conflict with his marrying someone else."
It was still the same sentiment: if he truly wanted to do something, there was nothing she could do to stop him. She might as well let things unfold naturally. Song Feiwan smiled at Dongzhi, reassuring her, "Don't worry; I'm fine."
Seeing her smile bitterly only made Dongzhi feel more heartbroken. A man with some wealth often had multiple wives; how much more so for the Prince of Chen, a member of the royal family?
Dongzhi spoke with conviction, but deep down, she felt uncertain. She could only hope that the princess would be strong and not suffer too much, no matter what happened.
Not long after Song Feiwan returned to her courtyard, Xiao Yu arrived, his expression as usual as he announced that dinner was ready.
"Your Highness, I plan to settle..." she began to speak but was interrupted by Xiao Yu raising his hand.
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