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I never expected that Cousin Chen and Song Feiwan would have such deep feelings for each other. Sob, sob, sob!
The maid didn’t understand: “What?”
She did notice that the young lady’s room had been lit all night yesterday, seemingly while reading a storybook. But what did that have to do with His Highness Chen and Miss Song?
Rong Anning didn’t explain to the maid; she held the book tightly, her emotions tangled. She truly only wanted to read a couple of pages before putting it down, but who could have anticipated that the moment she opened it, she would be captivated? The thrilling plot unfolded seamlessly, and she simply couldn’t stop!
Thus, she read until morning. Even after closing the storybook, the scenes replayed vividly in her mind. The author, known by the pen name Zhao Zhao Xian, possessed remarkable skill; the vivid descriptions created a strong sense of imagery.
As she read, she couldn’t help but imagine Cousin Chen and Song Feiwan in those scenarios. The more she read, the more she wanted to bite her handkerchief in frustration. How could these two be so perfectly matched? It was almost enough to make her feel ashamed of herself!
But Song Feiwan was her rival; how could she harbor any good feelings towards her? That would be betraying her own emotions! Yet this book was just so captivating.
Ahhh, what a contradiction!
The maid watched as her expression shifted from joy to annoyance, utterly confused. She cautiously asked, “Miss, is this storybook really that good?”
Rong Anning curled her fingers instinctively and denied it: “Not good! I don’t like it!”
The maid replied, “That means you really like it.”
Rong Anning pouted her pretty little face and pretended to flip through a few pages of the book when suddenly a thought struck her.
A special signed edition!
Now that she had finished reading the storybook herself, recalling the author’s handwritten excerpts made them seem even more classic and profound, stirring an itch within her.
What should she do? She wanted a signed copy too!
Lu Miaomiao and her companions bought a hundred books, but they only managed to get three special signed copies, which weren't even enough for them to share. However, she mentioned that there was still a chance to find more signed copies in the next batch of storybooks.
Rong Anning's heart raced as she beckoned to a nearby maid.
"Miss, what is it?" the maid asked eagerly as she approached.
"Take five hundred taels and go to the largest bookstore in the city. Ask the owner to reserve some books for me."
"Of course, which books should I get?"
Rong Anning cleared her throat unconsciously, averting her gaze as she whispered, "Just the one I have here."
The maid stifled a laugh. "I understand."
"Don't wear the servant's clothes from the Rong residence; just dress like an ordinary citizen."
"Understood, Miss."
After sending her off, Rong Anning felt utterly exhausted and lay back down on her bed for a short nap.
When she woke up, the maid still hadn't returned.
Lying in bed, she reminisced about the storybook she had read last night, her heart fluttering with excitement as she occasionally hugged her blanket and laughed out loud.
How could Zhao Zhao write so vividly? It felt as if she had experienced everything herself.
With that thought, Rong Anning suddenly sat up in bed.
Zhao Zhao... could it be Song Feiwan?
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