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Song Feiwan had always been a strong-willed person. Even when she faced life and death in the alley, she did not cry. Yet, she was acutely sensitive to pain; whenever she bumped or scraped herself, tears would well up in her eyes.
At this moment, recalling how Song Shuyou used to play the victim, she dug her nails harshly into her palm, and her tears surged even more. She was already stunningly beautiful, with porcelain-like skin, and now, with tears brimming in her eyes, she appeared particularly fragile.
Madam Rong, who hurried over, saw her like this and immediately glared at Rong Jiayi. "What are you doing?" Her tone was sharp, clearly blaming Rong Jiayi for the situation.
Rong Jiayi furrowed his brow and pressed his lips together tightly, casting a cold glance at Song Feiwan. Seeing her cower behind Madam Rong like a frightened deer made his frown deepen.
If he hadn’t witnessed her subduing the assassin in the alley and seen her toy with and scare off An Ning, he might have believed she was genuinely timid.
"Mother, your health is not good; it's unwise to get angry," Rong Jiayi said softly, lowering his head.
"You still know my health is poor," Madam Rong took a deep breath. Being a gentle and virtuous person, even when reprimanding others, there was an air of elegance about her. "I asked An Ning to accompany Miss Song for some fresh air, but that girl ran off without a word. No matter how I called her, she ignored me."
"And you!" She turned to Rong Jiayi. "You're much older than Miss Song and a man; how could you bully her?"
Rong Jiayi rubbed his temples. "Mother, I did not."
At that moment, Song Feiwan spoke up: "Madam Rong, Lord Rong must have some misunderstandings about me; it wasn't intentional."
Her words seemed to offer comfort but were actually pouring oil on the flames. It was as if Rong Jiayi had truly wronged her.
His gaze turned even colder.
Madam Rong was puzzled. "What misunderstandings?"
Song Feiwan took out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of her eyes, pressing down harder until they reddened further—a sight so pitiful it tugged at one’s heartstrings.
"I’m not entirely sure," she said innocently. "I married His Highness the Crown Prince solely to fulfill my own wish; I have no ulterior motives."
She looked at Rong Jiayi. "If I have offended you in any way, I sincerely apologize. I only ask that you do not stop me from marrying His Highness the Crown Prince; otherwise, I truly cannot bear it."
Rong Jiayi had seen all sorts of criminals in the Dali Temple, but he was still astounded by her sudden change of demeanor.
Look at her—so deeply emotional and tragically beautiful—he felt like the villain who had ruined something precious!
"How pretentious! What a scheming woman!"
Madam Rong, indeed, felt a pang of sympathy for Song Feiwan. She took her hand and gently coaxed, "Good child, please don't cry. He has always been this way, unable to express himself properly. After spending so much time in the Dali Temple, he has lost even more of his charm! How could he understand the value of true feelings?"
Song Feiwan looked touched by Madam Rong's words.
"You are willing to dedicate the rest of your life to His Highness the Crown Prince; naturally, I believe in you! I will support you!" Madam Rong shot a glare at Rong Jiayi, making it clear that no one should disrupt their bond.
Rong Jiayi felt the sting of her words, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to cast a cold glance at Song Feiwan.
Madam Rong was quick to step in front of her. "What are you standing there for? Apologize to Miss Song!"
Rong Jiayi pressed his lips together, remaining silent.
Madam Rong was about to urge him again when Song Feiwan stopped her. "It's all just a misunderstanding. With your promise, I can finally feel at ease. Thank you, Madam."
Madam Rong looked at her with concern. "You understand too well."
In comparison to Song Feiwan, Rong Jiayi became increasingly irksome. Madam Rong waved her hand dismissively, sending him away.
As Rong Jiayi left, his steps were heavy, and his tall figure seemed shrouded in darkness, which made Song Feiwan chuckle inwardly.
Seeing that it was almost time, she bid farewell to the Rong family.
With the gifts from the Grand Tutor Rong in hand, she returned to the Song residence with Guishi.
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