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In the garden, flowers were in full bloom. Song Feiwan cut a few branches to place in a vase, intending to decorate her room. At that moment, she sat at the table, trimming the flower stems to the desired length.
Inspired by the winter solstice, she smiled and said, "Tell me what happened."
"Ah!" Dongzhi replied excitedly. "Besides the Song family, the Crown Princess also invited several other official families from the capital. Since the Crown Princess is gravely ill, everyone speculates that she is looking for a new wife for His Highness the Crown Prince. These families dressed their daughters beautifully to present them."
During the banquet, the Crown Princess took the opportunity to propose testing the etiquette of a few noble ladies, and all the ladies agreed unanimously. The second young lady was eager to perform well and hoped to stand out, but when the Crown Princess posed those questions, she couldn't answer a single one! What an embarrassment! It was said that Mrs. Li turned pale at that moment!
Song Feiwan placed the trimmed flowers at an angle in the vase and asked with a smile, "What happened next?"
Then the Crown Princess remarked that the second young lady didn't understand etiquette and was unfit for high society! She suggested that Mrs. Li should find a humble household for her daughter to marry into as soon as possible! Of course, she didn't say it so bluntly, but that was certainly the implication.
Song Feiwan said with no surprise, "It seems there won't be many good days left for her. Not only for Song Shuyao but even His Highness is losing face."
Dongzhi added, "If I were the Crown Princess and learned that I wasn't dead yet my husband had already found a new wife, I would be furious! Who cares about face? If I'm going to die anyway, I might as well vent my anger!"
"Your strategy is truly clever," Song Feiwan continued. "By spreading those letters directly, both the Crown Prince and the second young lady will be prepared and will surely deny it vehemently. If it escalates, it could even affect your own reputation."
"Once it's in the hands of the Crown Princess, this issue won't arise. The Crown Princess doesn't need to make these letters public; she has countless ways to make it impossible for the second young lady to save face or marry into the Crown Prince's residence!"
As Song Feiwan continued trimming other flower branches with patience and precision, she smiled softly and said, "To strike a snake, one must aim for its seven inches. Whether others believe that there’s an affair between the Crown Prince and Song Shuyao or not will only slightly tarnish her reputation."
"The Crown Princess is different," she added with admiration and regret in her tone. "She comes from a family of military generals and was skilled on the battlefield before her marriage. I've heard she has considerable expertise in military strategy."
"If such a woman weren't confined to the inner chambers, she could surely excel in her career. I suspect her temperament is fierce; that's why she wanted you to deliver those letters personally. As long as she believes it, my wishes will be fulfilled."
Indeed, after Song Shuyao presented herself at court, her face was swollen from being slapped.
Dongzhi gazed at Song Feiwan with bright eyes and said admiringly, "Thank you for enlightening me, Miss! With such words from the Crown Princess, it will be difficult for the second young lady to enter the Crown Prince's residence in the future!"
"If His Highness truly dares to marry her, people will surely scorn him. They would say that his first wife despised her so much; how could he let her through his doors? The Crown Princess would never rest in peace!"
Song Feiwan finished arranging the last flower and adjusted its position delicately with her slender fingers.
"Not only that," she continued thoughtfully, "he is also a national heir apparent with countless eyes watching him from within the court. As long as he makes any mistake in virtue or conduct, reports about him will immediately reach His Majesty."
Dongzhi exclaimed, "Miss, you really think ahead! Haha! In this case, it’s certain that His Highness cannot marry her!"
Song Feiwan gazed at the budding flowers, her eyes slightly cold.
Xiao Yan and Song Shuyao, this pair of shameless lovers, had toyed with the original owner's feelings and brought about her demise. It was absurd for her to watch them together without taking action.
Ruining Song Shuyao's dream of marrying into the Crown Prince's residence was just the first step. For the debt of a life, she would ensure that it would be repaid in blood!
In the dark, damp, and dilapidated room, the sound of things shattering echoed from time to time. The servants who had been driven out of the courtyard listened intently, their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound.
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