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Not far away, Zhuo Da gazed at it with a longing look, and the people around him grew increasingly respectful.
Nan, dressed in a brocade robe, stood tall and elegant, his beauty unmatched. His narrow phoenix eyes were filled with an extreme indifference as he raised his forearm slightly.
The hawk understood the cue, and with a flap of its wings, it soared into the sky. Soon, it disappeared from their sight.
Nan opened the note, lowering his gaze as a faint, enigmatic smile appeared on his thin lips.
Seeing this, Zhuo Er curiously asked, "Who sent you the letter?"
"Princess Chen," Nan replied.
Zhuo Er paused for a moment before realizing, "Miss Song? What does she want with you?"
"She invited me for tea."
"That's perfect!" Zhuo Er exclaimed happily. "Didn't you say you would meet her? Ask her to give you a check-up."
Zhuo Da also spoke seriously, "Yes. You left the residence last night without anyone noticing again. You still don't remember where you went or what happened. We are genuinely worried about you."
Zhuo Er nodded repeatedly. "This isn't the grasslands; there are people everywhere. Just throwing a stone could hit someone of high status. Fortunately, nothing happened last night, but what about in the future? Your health cannot be delayed."
A mocking expression surfaced on Nan's handsome face as he casually tossed the note aside.
Since being rescued by Tu three years ago and after healing from his internal and external injuries, he had been left with this lingering condition of sleepwalking.
Last night, he had sleepwalked again.
When he woke up in the morning, he found himself aimlessly wandering down a foggy street. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were untidy, and he was unaware of where he had picked up the scent of perfume.
It was as if he had accidentally stumbled into a woman's boudoir.
Fortunately, there weren't many people on the street at that hour; he darkened his face and hurried back to the residence.
He discarded his old clothes and bathed for a long time before calling for someone to help him change and tidy his hair.
He felt somewhat annoyed by this condition of sleepwalking. However, after reading the letter, sarcasm and a competitive spirit took precedence in his emotions.
During the Lantern Festival, Song Feiwan looked at him with interest and curiosity. Before her marriage, she had completely cut off contact with him. He had thought that Song Feiwan intended to sever all ties and focus on being the Consort of the Crown Prince. He had no desire to force her into anything.
Unexpectedly, this was what awaited him. Just yesterday, after their wedding, she couldn't wait to invite him for a chat. It seemed that her relationship with the Crown Prince was not as perfect as the rumors suggested. Did she really think that by becoming the Crown Prince's consort, she could make him come running to her? How laughable.
In this game of intrigue, he had always been the hunter; he had never been anyone's prey. If she wanted to see him, then let her think about it. By keeping her waiting, she would come to understand her true position.
Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er had advised him otherwise, but while his eyes sparkled with interest, a cold smile curled on his thin lips. He ordered the letter to be burned.
As soon as he said this, the two attendants exchanged puzzled glances. Was his mood good or bad? It was unclear. The Crown Prince's consort? They dared not mention her name, but in this world, the more one feared something, the more it seemed to come to pass.
And then Song Feiwan did something that left everyone in the capital utterly astonished!
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