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She called out to the door, "Dongzhi!"
The maid, Dongzhi, quickly pushed the door open and asked, "Miss, what do you need?"
"Come help me massage my shoulders and neck."
"Of course."
Dongzhi moved behind her and began to knead her cold, pale neck with just the right amount of pressure.
On the table lay a spread of papers, and Dongzhi curiously asked, "Miss, what are you writing? There are so many sheets."
She roughly counted—there must be dozens.
Some of the ink on the papers was still wet.
The miss practiced calligraphy diligently, and her handwriting was usually elegant.
However, this time the style was quite different from before.
It was still beautiful but had more sharpness and intensity, with a proud spirit that made Dongzhi's eyes light up as she exclaimed, "What beautiful writing!"
Feeling comfortable under the massage, Song Feiwan couldn't help but squint her eyes.
"I wrote a message."
Dongzhi was surprised. "You can write messages too?"
"Yes." She replied casually. "Before I entered the book, I did this as a side job and did quite well."
"But what made you think of writing messages now?"
The warmth of the moment was fleeting; she needed to seize it quickly.
Dongzhi didn’t understand. "What warmth? Why do you need to seize warmth?"
"Ever since the incident at the Rong residence, I've been feeling a bit strange," Song Feiwan said without elaborating further.
Instead, she asked, "Have there been any unusual occurrences with others in the courtyard these past few days?"
Dongzhi continued to knead her shoulders and replied, "No, everyone is busy with their own tasks."
Song Feiwan responded with a nonchalant "Mm."
She was somewhat surprised that no one had taken this opportunity to leave.
It seemed that these people truly had no way out.
“Alright, gather these manuscripts and call everyone to the courtyard,” she instructed.
“Yes!”
Before long, the servants had assembled in the courtyard, except for a young maid responsible for running errands.
Dongzhi explained to Song Feiwan, “She’s been gone for a while now; she should be back soon.”
As soon as she finished speaking, hurried footsteps approached. The little maid appeared with a wronged expression, too upset to notice the situation in the courtyard. She angrily said to Song Feiwan, “Miss, the people in the Second Miss's courtyard are being too much!”
“What happened?” Song Feiwan asked.
“There were lychees in the kitchen today. I went to get your share, but I was told that the Second Miss took them all!” The little maid was indignant, her face flushed. Lychees were so precious, only available at this time of year. If they missed this chance, who knew when they would get to eat them again! How could she just take yours?
Song Feiwan felt somewhat helpless. Before she had entered this story, she could eat as many lychees as she wanted whenever she pleased. But now, due to seasonal and transportation issues, it was extremely difficult for people in the capital to enjoy fresh lychees.
With good things being limited, it was no wonder that the women in the back courtyard fought tooth and nail for favor.
“She thinks I’ve lost my power and am no longer a threat,” Song Feiwan said with a faint smile. Perhaps she even thought that I wouldn’t live much longer, so why not take what she could?
Dongzhi's heart sank. “Miss, you will definitely live a long life!”
The other servants lowered their heads, their faces reflecting the same humiliation and discomfort.
But what could they do? With no power or influence, life in the inner courtyard meant being at the mercy of others.
In the silence, Song Feiwan let out a light laugh.
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