"I've hired someone to clean and trim its feathers these past two days."

Song Tingyue answered with a smile.

“The bird’s feathers are pure and very pleasing. On New Year’s Eve, I plan to take it to the palace and present it to His Majesty. Therefore, I need to take good care of it.”

Jiang Wan raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled.

"The princess is clever and quick-witted; His Majesty will surely like her."

After the greetings were completed, the matriarch of the family specially kept Zhou Shi and Song Tingyue behind.

“I know why you used to dote on Song Lin, and I let you have your way. Now that I see that this child is not up to any great task, you should focus your attention on Song Yu. That child is not close to us. Don’t let him end up being ennobled and promoted, only recognizing Jiang Shi alone.”

Zhou did not object.

She harbored resentment towards Gu Yurong and no longer doted on Song Lin as much as before.

"He's just a child. He'll be close to whoever treats him well. I've neglected him before. I'll just try to win him over more in the future."

The matriarch looked up at her and said, "You'd better be careful. Song Yu is not as simple as you think."

Zhou gave a vague reply, but her gaze remained fixed on Song Tingyue, filled with worry and heartache.

“Sister Yue’er, why don’t you skip the palace on New Year’s Eve? It’s too crowded and noisy, and it’s not convenient for you right now.”

Since she became lame, Song Tingyue has disliked getting close to people and hates the stares and stares of others.

That kind of pitying, mocking, and cautious probing made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

If she had a choice, she would rather live in seclusion and find peace and quiet.

But on New Year's Eve, she had something very important to do.

Jiang Wan ruined her plans every time and even turned her into a cripple who looked like a ghost.

She wasn't satisfied until she got her revenge!