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The heavens descended, and the dragon and phoenix graced the world with their presence.
If she only relied on Steward Sun's description, she could ascertain that Prince Chen was extraordinarily handsome, but she had no concrete idea of what that beauty entailed. Yet, she had seen a man who matched Steward Sun's description perfectly! That man, who claimed to be surnamed Zhuo, had suspiciously appeared in her bridal chamber on the night of her wedding!
Wait, he had denied it back then. Perhaps his surname wasn't Zhuo after all!
As this thought crossed her mind, Song Feiwan's pupils constricted sharply, and her lips turned pale.
After talking for quite some time today, she felt a bit fatigued.
Steward Sun quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, please rest. I shall take my leave."
With that, he left the room with a hint of concern in his demeanor.
Once the doors and windows were closed, the dimly lit room was left with only Song Feiwan.
Though it was late summer, she couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Many clues began to connect in her mind. It was already abnormal for Young Master Zhuo to bypass the guards and accurately find her bridal chamber!
She had been careless; she only considered his illness but failed to realize that this Beichen Courtyard had once been Xiao Yu's residence!
Her bridal chamber was Xiao Yu's bedroom!
If Young Master Zhuo was indeed Xiao Yu, then even without his memories, it would be entirely normal for him to locate his own room.
Moreover, with his exceptional skills and appearance similar to Xiao Yu's—having lost his memory—she had interacted with someone who resembled Xiao Yu long ago without recognizing him!
Song Feiwan felt darkness cloud her vision; she thought she was finished.
The mindset she had just adjusted over the past two days was on the verge of collapse again.
After all, why was it that the major antagonist who had completely fallen from grace in the original story was still alive?
Knock knock. A respectful knocking sound came from outside the door.
Dongzhi reminded her from outside, "Your Highness, the carriage is ready; we can depart now."
Song Feiwan was momentarily stunned before realizing what Dongzhi meant. Young Master Zhuo—no, it was highly likely to be Xiao Yu—had sent her a letter three days ago, asking to meet her at Beihu today!
No wonder he had been silent for so many days; he was waiting for the right moment to teach her a lesson!
How patient he was!
As the time for their meeting approached, she suddenly realized that she had pushed herself into a predicament. She shouldn’t have been concerned about his illness or sent him any letters!
What should she do now?
Song Feiwan was in a state of panic, pacing back and forth in her room. Outside the door, Dongzhi, not hearing any response, cautiously called out, “Your Highness?”
Song Feiwan tried to keep her tone as calm as possible. “You can go down first.”
“Your servant obeys.”
Wait!
Hmm?
Let me think for a moment.
In that fleeting moment, an idea sparked in Song Feiwan's mind. When Xiao Yu fell ill and regressed psychologically, he wouldn’t remember other things. After regaining his state, would he also forget the circumstances of his illness?
It was very possible!
Setting aside how strange this illness was, breaking into one’s own bridal chamber in the middle of the night was certainly not a trivial matter. Moreover, if someone else had caught him in that state, how could he not be anxious to handle it?
Was he not afraid that it would be detrimental to himself?
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