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A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and countless scorching gazes fell upon her.
Is that the young lady Song who is to marry His Highness the Prince of Chen? Her age and appearance match perfectly; it must be her!
Oh my, not only is Miss Song the fiancée of His Highness, but she also possesses such extraordinary medical skills? Incredible! No wonder His Highness is so deeply in love with her! She is even more beautiful than described in the stories! And she has such a compassionate heart!
Song Feiwan had merely done what any doctor should do, yet it felt as if she had achieved something monumental. Though she prided herself on not being overly sensitive, she couldn't help but feel her face grow warm from the compliments.
Especially when she glanced in the direction of Young Master Zhuo, who was wearing a white wolf mask and gazing at her intently. It made her feel even more flustered!
The women around her, filled with awe, cautiously asked about her fees. Judging by their attire, Song Feiwan could tell they were not well-off, so she symbolically accepted ten copper coins. She instructed them to remove the silver needles after treatment and hurriedly took Rong Anning away.
With so many eyes watching them and the hour growing late, she didn’t seek out Young Master Zhuo. Instead, she offered him an apologetic glance, signaling that she would treat him to tea next time. Understanding her gesture, he calmly raised his long, slender hand in a farewell gesture for their next meeting.
Finally managing to pull Rong Anning away from the bustling lantern festival, they climbed into the carriage, and Song Feiwan let out a long sigh of relief.
“First stop, the Rong residence,” she instructed the driver.
As the carriage creaked along the night road, Song Feiwan noticed Rong Anning was staring at her. She turned her head and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t realize you were skilled in medicine as well,” Rong Anning replied.
“Hmm, I learned from my elders at home,” Song Feiwan said.
Rong Anning nodded slowly, half believing it as memories of Song Feiwan’s calm and decisive actions during the rescue flashed before her eyes. She had been so composed and dazzling that even Rong Anning found herself completely captivated by her.
It seemed possible that the Prince of Chen's cousin had taken a liking to her. Yet, she was reluctant to admit how exceptional she was, unwilling to concede defeat. This feeling was called jealousy.
Understanding her own thoughts clearly, Rong Anning felt even more despondent, even developing a sense of shame about herself. Song Feiwan caught a glimpse of her expression and guessed what was on her mind, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
How could she not be adorable? Even in jealousy, she couldn't feel entirely justified. She spoke cheerfully, trying to put on a brave front, but deep down, she couldn't bring herself to act on it.
Noticing Rong Anning's gloomy demeanor, Song Feiwan teased her: "So what I said before was true; you might want to consider it."
Rong Anning looked puzzled. "Huh?"
"I mean that I can prescribe some medicine for your irregularities," Song Feiwan replied with a mischievous grin.
Rong Anning's face turned visibly red after removing her mask. "Song Feiwan, shut your mouth!!"
"Hahaha."
With Rong Anning helping to oversee things, they managed to gather most of the essential items for the wedding in just one day. Only a few scattered small items remained, which Song Feiwan sent the servants to buy.
Not only did she not see Rong Anning again, but she also didn't encounter Young Master Zhuo. Even if she left the estate, there was no way for her to contact him; she didn't know where he was staying. The capital city was vast—how could one simply run into someone by chance?
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