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Aside from Dongzhi, the remaining servants had long accepted their fate. They were not particularly distressed by Song Feiwan's unsuccessful return from the palace. In fact, they had never held much hope for her.
After all, she was the favored daughter of the formidable and loving Consort Rong; it would have been surprising if she had been accepted. With no expectations, there was nothing to be disappointed about. So, in these past few days, they continued their lives as usual. They didn't care about the mockery from other courtyards.
However, now they felt a sense of frustration and injustice for Song Feiwan. She had generously given them double their monthly wages and never unjustly criticized them—she was undoubtedly a good master. Yet, such a good master had been bullied to this extent!
As they lamented the unfairness of fate, Song Feiwan chuckled softly, leaving them puzzled about her intentions. When she finally spoke, her tone was calm: "I fear my good sister will be disappointed; I have no power."
"The Consort has already promised me a marriage with His Highness the Crown Prince."
The servants in the courtyard were left speechless, their eyes wide and breaths quickening.
A marriage? Did that mean their young lady would become the future Crown Princess? Upon seeing the Princess, even their master would have to kneel in respect!
An exhilarating thought bubbled up within them—this meant they could rise alongside her! They truly had chosen the right master!
Dongzhi even covered her mouth in surprise, exclaiming, "Oh my! I thought you were suffering in the palace!"
Song Feiwan replied simply, "Not at all."
Dongzhi clenched her fists and declared, "Then why should we fear the Second Miss? Everything she took from you must be returned!"
Song Feiwan smiled and nodded, "That's right."
Her beautiful fox-like eyes swept over the servants in the courtyard.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring those things!"
The servants, as if waking from a dream, felt a surge of blood rush to their heads, unable to contain their excitement. In the past, they had only been bullied; could it be that they were now going to reclaim their dignity alongside their mistress?
Heavens, it felt like a dream!
With a command from Song Feiwan, they all picked up their clubs and followed her towards Song Shuyou's courtyard, charging forward with great momentum.
Among the several courtyards in the estate, aside from the main courtyard, Song Shuyou's was the most spacious, with the best lighting and scenery. She even had a small kitchen here, making it convenient for boiling water and cooking meals.
At that moment, she was admiring the flowers in her courtyard when she heard the noisy and hurried footsteps approaching. She looked up.
Before she could speak, Song Feiwan stood at the entrance of the courtyard and coldly commanded, "Break it down."
Immediately, a servant stepped forward and smashed open the door!
Song Shuyou could no longer maintain her calm demeanor and angrily questioned, "Sister, what madness is this in broad daylight?"
Song Feiwan walked in gracefully, locking eyes with her from across the space.
"I’m here to reclaim what belongs to me."
Song Shuyou frowned in confusion. "What have I taken from you?"
Her personal maid rushed over and whispered a few words in her ear.
Song Shuyou burst into laughter. "Sister, you can't be serious! It's just a few lychees; is it worth making such a fuss? I'm actually tired of them; since they're your precious fruit..." She pointed to a stone table nearby where a plate still remained. "You can take them all."
As soon as she said this, her maidservants behind her couldn't help but laugh, looking at Song Feiwan with disdain.
"I'm not here for lychees." In modern times, she had eaten enough food; her eyelids weren't shallow enough to care about something so trivial.
The servants who followed Song Feiwan were somewhat puzzled. If it wasn't for lychees, then what was it for?
Song Shuyou furrowed her brow and voiced this confusion.
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