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"I'm afraid I can't disclose any specifics for now. I assure you, I will never use Ning family's shadow guards to serve Prince Chen."
Ning Yuqin remained silent, casting a distrustful glance at her.
Song Feiwan continued, "Moreover, those people only listen to you. You will have every opportunity to stop them when the time comes."
After a long silence, Ning Yuqin asked, "Is that all you're asking for?"
Noticing her softening attitude, Song Feiwan smiled gently. "Yes."
Footsteps approached from outside, followed by a restrained knock on the door.
Ning Yuqin did not turn around but said to Song Feiwan, "Alright, I agree. However, I want to have the medicine you provided checked by other doctors to ensure it’s not some lethal poison. Also, I need to see improvement in my condition before allowing the shadow guards to work for you."
Song Feiwan understood Ning Yuqin's caution but maintained a strong demeanor. "That's fine, but you must guarantee that the doctor keeps quiet about this. The fact that I'm treating you is known only to us—heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know."
She shifted her tone. "Otherwise, don't blame me if our deal falls through."
Under the pressure of her assertiveness, Ning Yuqin's expression changed as she felt defeated internally.
She was a patient with little time left to live, and Song Feiwan was the only person in the world who could save her.
In truth, she was the one more constrained in this situation.
Realizing she had no other choice, Ning Yuqin finally said, "It's a deal," before turning and leaving in haste.
Once outside the door, she exhaled deeply; her legs felt weak and nearly buckled beneath her.
Fortunately, her loyal maid rushed over and quickly supported her.
"Your Highness, are you alright? Did Princess Chen make things difficult for you?" the maid asked angrily.
Ning Yuqin shook her head. "I'll explain later; let's return to the Prince's residence."
The maid assisted her as they left the palace without attending the banquet.
Someone would surely inform others of her absence at the feast.
Everyone was aware of her health condition; no one would dare make things difficult for a dying woman.
Moreover, if she left, those ministers eager to marry their daughters off to the Crown Prince as his second wife would seize their chance to get close to him.
Ning Yuqin had long since grown weary of such matters.
In the carriage returning to the manor, the old maid gently applied a warm compress to her painfully throbbing hand while continuously wiping away her cold sweat. The painkiller's effect was wearing off, and with a heart full of concern, the old maid instructed the driver outside to avoid bumps and hurry as much as possible.
Ning Yuqin leaned against the old maid's embrace, her body in pain, yet her heart felt warm. She thought of Song Feiwan's determined attitude, and her eyes grew moist with heat. If she were to deceive herself, she would still be willing to teach her a harsh lesson, even if it meant risking everything. If it were not just a matter of one thing, she would gladly offer half of the Ning family's secret guards as a token of gratitude for saving her life!
Upon returning to the manor, the old maid naturally inquired about Song Feiwan's intentions. Ning Yuqin did not elaborate, merely stating that they had exchanged pleasantries. The old maid sensed her reluctance to share and refrained from pressing further, expressing only her wish for the young lady to find some comfort. Ning Yuqin understood her unspoken words: to endure through this remaining stretch of time.
She smiled softly and gazed out at the bright moonlight streaming through the window. If luck was on her side, perhaps she could enjoy such moonlit nights for several more decades.
Back in the palace, after Ning Yuqin left, Song Feiwan deliberately waited for a moment before heading to the banquet. To avoid any suspicion, she took a secluded path. As she walked, she spotted two palace maids who seemed anxious and were supporting a young woman dressed in luxurious garments ahead of them. The girl had her head bowed, her steps unsteady as if she were drunk. The question was, if she truly was intoxicated and needed rest, why did the palace maids appear so uneasy?
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