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As dusk settled in, the sound of water gently rippled through the air. By the northern lake, a small black canopy boat was moored. The sky was dim, and with her thick hood obscuring her face, only a tall figure could be seen standing at the bow of the boat, his features indistinguishable. Conversely, he surely could not see her clearly either. She found satisfaction in this effect.
The man gestured for her to come aboard and spoke, "Your Highness, my master has been waiting for you. Please step onto the boat." His accent revealed him to be a servant of Zhuo.
Song Feiwan did not rush forward; instead, she replied coldly, "I need to confirm Dongzhi's safety first."
Zhuo Da silently praised his master for his foresight as he retrieved an object from his sleeve and handed it to Song Feiwan. It was Dongzhi's hairpin!
"As long as Your Highness cooperates, Miss Dongzhi will be safe," Zhuo Da assured her.
Song Feiwan pressed her lips together, pocketed the hairpin, and said, "Let’s go."
The waterway twisted and turned as the small boat glided away from the shore, soon leaving behind the place where she had landed.
"Your Highness, we have arrived," Zhuo Da announced.
Song Feiwan adjusted her hood and stepped out of the cabin, squinting against the light. To her surprise, a grand and magnificent pleasure boat was docked here! The vessel was illuminated with lights, and behind its paper windows, it seemed that women were dancing and playing music, creating a joyful atmosphere.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying with it the enchanting sounds of strings and flutes. She turned to look and noticed another pleasure boat nearby—somewhat simpler in design yet still luxurious. This particular boat seamlessly blended in among them; outsiders would likely assume it belonged to some wealthy noble indulging in merriment.
No wonder it had been two days without any sign of Rong Jiayi! The confusion was expertly crafted!
Feeling Zhuo Da's urging gaze upon her, Song Feiwan suppressed her rising anxiety, lifted her skirt slightly, and boarded the grand ship.
Unexpectedly, the first to arrive was not Zhuozi, but an elderly woman.
As soon as she entered, she began to search her. Her silver needles, medicinal powders, and even her sharp hairpins were all confiscated. How did she know all of her self-defense methods so clearly?
Outrageous! Song Feiwan's tone turned icy.
The old woman spoke respectfully, yet her searching actions paused. "Your Highness, forgive me; I am only following orders." With that, she raised her hand to remove Song Feiwan's veil.
A shiver ran through Song Feiwan as she clutched her hat tightly. It was still uncertain whether Zhuozi was actually Xiao Yu; if she revealed her face, should she acknowledge him or not? The risk was too great.
Hadn't this place already been searched? There was nothing hidden! "Let go; the palace is not a place for outside men!" she snapped. "Or does your master not even grant this much dignity to the palace?"
After weighing her options, the old woman stepped back. "Your Highness, please."
Song Feiwan turned coldly and followed the maid into the main cabin of the ship.
Pushing open the door, she expected to see dancing girls and men drinking while critiquing art.
To her surprise, in the vast cabin, there were only the two of them.
The man sat at the head of the room, legs crossed, with an ancient zither placed before him. He looked like a jade sculpture, his long fingers delicately hovering over the strings.
Today he wore a dark robe, his black hair half-tied with a silver crown, exuding an air of noble elegance.
Through the white veil, she could not see the patterns on his clothing clearly, but the fabric draped beautifully, undoubtedly expensive. This lavish style confirmed her suspicions further.
He lowered his gaze and plucked at the zither strings lightly.
The simple action made her throat tighten slightly. The ethereal and melodious sound filled the air as he spoke in a magnetic and deep voice that carried a sense of youthful maturity and composure.
"Princess Chenwang, it has been many days. Please take a seat."
Song Feiwan detected the faint mockery in his tone. She raised an eyebrow and took a seat.
The boat swayed gently on the water, rocking slightly with the waves.
Feigning disinterest in reminiscing with him, she got straight to the point and asked:
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