Song Feiwan couldn't believe her eyes, her heart pounding like a drum, blood rushing to her brain.
She recognized each of those words, yet when they were strung together, she couldn't comprehend them. Was it because she wasn't proficient in traditional characters? That name... it shouldn't be Xiao Yu, right?
It felt like an eternity had passed, yet it also seemed like just a fleeting moment. Even without a mirror, her expression must have been utterly ghastly.
Forgetting to adjust her demeanor, she parted her lips, opened and closed them several times, but not a single word came out. Overwhelmed with shock, she found herself momentarily speechless!
Gujia Yi looked at her, and deep within his dark brown eyes, a shadow flickered. He lowered his head and pulled out another sheet of paper, writing again:
[The Prince of Chen, my cousin, he is not dead.]
Finally, Song Feiwan regained her voice: "How is that possible? He died three years ago! He died in the earthquake at the border! He died before the victory celebration!"
She had read it; Xiao Yu, the great villain's downfall was indeed his downfall. In the hundreds of thousands of words that followed, he never appeared again!
Now Gujia Yi was telling her he was still alive? How could that be possible?
If he were alive, what would happen to her? She had impersonated his beloved, deceived his family, married into the Prince of Chen's residence as the Princess of Chen.
A ruthless man who valued no one's life—a villain so formidable that even the protagonists of the story could not harm him—would undoubtedly take her life!
There were a hundred ways—no, a thousand ways—for him to make her die! She wouldn't even have the strength to fight back!
It was over; completely over.
Song Feiwan's mind spun like a high-speed machine, buzzing as it overloaded, leaving her dazed on the ground. Everything around her faded away, and the deafening roar crashed against her eardrums.
She stood frozen in place, even forgetting to breathe.
Until her body instinctively fought for survival, air finally surged back into her lungs, causing her to cough violently!
Rong Jiayi watched her reaction with wide eyes, feeling a mix of shock, horror, speechlessness, and deep sorrow that was even more intense than he had anticipated. She truly loved Xiao Yu deeply.
Rong Jiayi's heart sank heavily. He gripped the pen tightly, and every wound on his body ached inappropriately.
Suppressing the bitterness in his throat, he raised his hand to calm Song Feiwan, trying to soothe her and help her regain her composure.
But how could Song Feiwan calm down? She was up against a villain so formidable that even the author needed dramatic plot twists to bring him down!
Having been discovered for using his name to deceive others, receiving a swift end would be too merciful for her!
She couldn't bring herself to believe Rong Jiayi's words, her eyes reddening as she hoarsely asked him, "Are you sure? Could it be that you saw wrong?"
Rong Jiayi's expression was extremely serious as he wrote: [I grew up with him; I am his right-hand man. I would never mistake him.]
Song Feiwan felt darkness closing in around her, wishing she could just faint away.
It must be a dream; she hadn't woken up yet.
But when she opened her eyes, Rong Jiayi's clear black-and-white words were undeniable!
Xiao Yu was alive—he hadn’t died!
She thought she had chosen an infallible path, yet Xiao Yu had faced the most fatal of accidents!
What had she done during this time?
She had thrown herself into the lake at the Rong residence, gained the trust of the Consort and the Rong family, written stories about them to earn money, married into the Prince Chen’s residence, and opened a medical clinic in his name.
Now the entire capital knew of their unwavering love until death! Even children were spreading tales of their romance!
She and Xiao Yu were irrevocably bound together!
If only she had known a month ago; she would never have made these irreversible choices!
What should she do now? She regretted it so much that it felt like her insides were turning green with remorse.
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