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Under the pure white moonlight, Song Feiwan felt an increasing familiarity with the silhouette of the young girl. Unable to shake off her unease, she quietly followed.
Eventually, the two palace maids took a winding path and arrived at a lavish palace, pushing open the door. "You can rest here; we will take our leave," they said hurriedly before pushing the girl forward and fleeing.
Song Feiwan tiptoed closer and peered through the slightly ajar door. Inside, a man approached, asking in confusion, "Who is it?"
That voice belonged to Xiao Feng!
He crouched down in front of the girl, lifting her chin with his finger. A grin spread across his face as he exclaimed, "Isn't this the legitimate daughter of the Rong family? What brings you to my room? Look at you—how much have you had to drink?"
Song Feiwan gritted her teeth. The girl was actually Rong Anning! No wonder she felt familiar! Thank goodness she had followed!
Xiao Feng chuckled as if he had stumbled upon a windfall. "I merely got my robes dirty at the banquet and came to change. You’ve given me quite a surprise! This is your own mistake; you can’t blame me for it. If you have any objections, speak up."
But Rong Anning was so intoxicated that she could hardly say a word.
Xiao Feng waited for two seconds before reaching out to pick her up. "It just so happens that I haven't married a proper consort yet. The Rong family has a good reputation; their legitimate daughter would be a perfect match for me." He smirked wickedly. "And look at this—you're the one who came to my door. Even if the Rong family comes looking for you, it won't be my fault. Ha ha!"
Lost in his delight, he failed to notice when another person appeared beside him.
With a loud thud, pain shot through the back of his head, and he let out a cry as he struggled to see who was behind him.
Thud! Song Feiwan raised the wine bottle in her hand and struck him again with all her might.
This time, Xiao Feng fell into unconsciousness.
Ignoring the man who lay there like a lump of clay, Song Feiwan set down the bottle and helped Rong Anning onto the bed in the inner chamber, quickly checking her over.
There were no visible injuries, and she didn't smell heavily of alcohol—she had clearly been drugged!
Who did this? Song Feiwan couldn't determine that at the moment.
The pressing matter was to detoxify Rong Anning. She took out an antidote pill, placed it in Rong Anning's mouth, lifted her head, and helped her swallow it.
"Rong Anning, wake up." She gently patted the girl's rosy face.
Rong Anning stirred, her eyes glazed over for a few seconds before she turned to look at Song Feiwan.
"Are you okay? Can you walk? Those people definitely have a backup plan; we need to leave quickly," Song Feiwan urged, pulling Rong Anning up. However, to her surprise, Rong Anning suddenly exerted force and pushed her down hard! The two of them fell onto the couch behind them!
"Ouch, that hurts," Song Feiwan rubbed the back of her head.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rong Anning leaning against her, uncomfortably shifting around.
"I'm so hot; I'm really hot," Rong Anning complained.
Her face flushed even more, and her gaze was dazed. The detox pill hadn't worked! This meant that what had been administered to her wasn't a typical poison!
There was only one thing that could cause such symptoms.
Song Feiwan's anger surged uncontrollably.
Whoever tried to ruin Rong Anning's reputation would pay dearly! She would make sure that person wished they were dead!
Rong Anning was on the brink of collapse, still muttering about feeling hot, and unexpectedly reached out to tug at Song Feiwan's clothing!
Song Feiwan's expression changed; she needed to push her away while also reaching for the silver needles. In the chaos, they pressed even closer together.
"Calm down!"
Before she could finish her sentence, a shadow loomed over them.
Xiao Yu's expression was dark, his tone icy: "What are you two doing?"
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