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The wound on Song Shuyao's back still throbbed painfully, and under the imposing aura of Song Feiwan, she froze in fear, her movements halted. Deep within her gaze locked onto Song Feiwan was a venomous hatred.
Song Taipeng, furious, puffed out his cheeks and shouted, "Enough! Someone, seize her!"
The household servants stepped forward but hesitated, none daring to lay a hand on Song Feiwan.
"Useless! All of you are useless!" Song Taipeng fumed, his anger reaching a boiling point. Despite his rage, as an official of considerable age, he dared not personally confront Song Feiwan. That would be courting death!
Thus, the situation remained at a stalemate.
Song Feiwan smiled lightly. "Don't be in such a hurry. Don't you want to see what I’m looking for?"
This strategic demeanor sent shockwaves through Song Shuyao, filling her with both fear and dread.
"Miss, I’m back!"
From behind, Dongzhi rushed in, clutching a wooden box tightly.
Song Feiwan took it from her and said with a smile, "Well done."
As Song Shuyao gazed at the box, her vision darkened momentarily; she nearly stumbled!
"What is this?" Song Taipeng furrowed his brows and asked.
"Open it and see," replied Song Feiwan.
"Don't!" screamed Song Shuyao.
Unfortunately, her plea fell on deaf ears.
Without hesitation, Song Feiwan opened the box. Inside were several pieces of women's jewelry and jade pendants, along with a thick stack of letters. She casually pulled out a few envelopes and handed them to Song Taipeng.
As he skimmed through the pages, his expression darkened considerably as he glared at Song Shuyao.
"What is this?" he demanded.
Song Shuyao's face turned pale; she swayed unsteadily, unable to muster the courage to speak.
Song Feiwan casually said, "Isn't there a signature on it? It's a love letter between her and His Highness the Crown Prince."
Song Shuyao's mind buzzed, and she blurted out, "I didn't write it!"
Song Taipeng crushed the letter and threw it at her. "This is clearly your handwriting! How can you still deny it?" He was incredulous and furious. "Shuyao, you've always been well-behaved and sensible. I never expected you would do something like this!"
Tears streamed down Song Shuyao's face as she shook her head repeatedly. "Father, I really didn't! Please believe me!"
She suddenly glared at Song Feiwan. "It's her! She's the one slandering me! She forged my handwriting and wrote these things to frame me!"
Song Feiwan rolled her eyes. "I’m not that free."
Song Shuyao retorted, "Then how did you know the things were hidden in the secret compartment under the bed? This is all your scheme!"
How did she know? Because she had seen the original letters.
At this moment, Song Shuyao was deeply engrossed in her correspondence with Xiao Yan, exchanging letters every few days. Each night, she would take out those letters, reading them sweetly and carefully. After finishing, she would seal them back in their box.
Moreover, this courtyard had previously been where Yuan lived, so she was very familiar with the layout of the room. There were only a few places to hide things, making it easy for her to guess.
However, she wouldn’t explain any of this to Song Shuyao now. In a debate, what mattered wasn’t explaining but continuously attacking and questioning, trapping the opponent in their own logic.
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