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She had discovered by chance that He Miao had steady hands, a good memory, and was patient and meticulous in her work. After seeking her opinion, she decided to keep her around.
He Miao was four years younger than her current body and had not yet reached the age of maturity. Although she appeared composed, she still had the heart of a little girl. Once they became familiar with each other, He Miao would chatter away with her.
Every time Song Feiwan saw her, she would think of Dongzhi. She had escaped from Xiao Yu's path, which was fraught with danger, and could not bring He Miao along, leaving her with quite a bit of silver instead.
According to Rong Jiayi, after her burial, Dongzhi left the Wang residence and now seemed to be getting by in the capital. With the support of Xiao Yu and the Rong family, no one troubled her, and she was living quite smoothly.
That was good enough for Song Feiwan. She sincerely hoped that Dongzhi could live safely and soundly.
However, whenever she thought of Dongzhi, she couldn't help but think of Xiao Yu's face and all the experiences they had shared together. As the year drew to a close, it must have snowed several times in the capital.
She wondered if he had added more clothes for the cold weather, whether he was still busy, and if he was still residing in the Ministry of War. Had Crown Prince Xiao Yan made things difficult for him?
Whenever these thoughts ran deep in her mind, Song Feiwan would find herself lost in contemplation, a wave of bitterness rising in her heart. She and Xiao Yu were completely disconnected now; what was the use of thinking about these things? Did she still foolishly hope that Xiao Yu would remember her for a lifetime?
The best outcome was clearly that Xiao Yu would slowly forget her. That way, one day when he uncovered all the lies she had told him, he wouldn't be so furious as to come after her to kill her.
"Ah Zaojie, the medicine is burning!"
He Miao's reminder jolted Song Feiwan out of her thoughts. She suddenly caught a faint burnt smell and felt a pang of regret as she hurriedly stirred the herbs in the pot.
"What are you thinking so deeply about?" He Miao teased with a smile. "Let me guess—are you thinking about Lord Rong?"
Song Feiwan couldn't help but chuckle. "What nonsense are you guessing?"
He Miao pouted playfully. "Lord Rong hasn't come for several days now and hasn't sent any news either. Aren't you worried at all?"
Song Feiwan sighed helplessly, "Why worry? He has always been very busy."
He Miao, feeling a bit anxious, replied, "But Lord Rong is different with you!"
Song Feiwan slowed her movements as she stir-fried the medicinal herbs. He Miao, worried that Song Feiwan was too close to the situation to see clearly, counted on her fingers and said, "Let’s not even mention how Lord Rong comes to see you every few days, bringing you gifts and helping you find medicinal herbs everywhere. Just a little while ago, we clearly received word that several medical halls were plotting against us, wanting to join forces to trip us up."
"But in the end, not a single ripple was stirred. Those shopkeepers avoided us like the plague! They looked at us with fear in their eyes! I don’t believe for a second that this has nothing to do with Lord Rong."
"In my opinion, Lord Rong definitely has feelings for you! You haven’t noticed yet?"
With the weather turning cool, Song Feiwan wore a cotton coat and let out a soft breath, tacitly acknowledging the thought.
At first, she truly hadn’t realized that Rong Jiayi had feelings for her. However, after spending time together recently, if she still couldn’t see how good he was to her, then she might as well have lived her entire life in ignorance.
She didn’t know when Rong Jiayi had started to like her; clearly, when they first met at the Rong residence, he hadn’t shown her any kindness at all. Yet now he was helping her hide her whereabouts and quietly doing so much for her.
She had once been the Princess Consort of Chen Wang and had obvious dangers lurking between her and Xiao Yuzhi; any day could bring about disaster. He was Xiao Yuzhi’s cousin and also served as an official supporting him—how could he possibly want to be with her? Just thinking about it felt absurd.
"Sister, what do you think?" He Miao squatted down and looked up at her curiously.
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