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Where is my maid?
He absentmindedly plucked the strings of the zither, his thin lips curling slightly, not bothering to beat around the bush with her. At this hour, she should have already returned to the Prince of Chen's residence.
Song Feiwan widened her eyes in surprise. "You let her go?"
Xiao Yu paused, lifting his gaze. She had seen his face before; even now, with the veil obscuring him, she could imagine how stunning he looked. Unlike that night at the lantern festival when his expression had been cool and restrained, today, perhaps due to her breaking their appointment, his eyes shone with sharpness and disdain.
Otherwise? Did she think he would be so easily cornered by her repeated provocations? Song Feiwan, you underestimate me too much.
Was he really going to act as if she were the Princess of Chen? It was clear he was irritated.
The young master truly had a short memory. Did he invite me here this time just to exploit my concern for the Winter Solstice?
Xiao Yu smirked, his narrow, deep-set eyes fixed on her. "I’m merely reminding you to uphold your promises. Do I need to repeat the message you sent to Mingzhu Pavilion?"
Song Feiwan fell silent. It was indeed her who had broken her promise first.
Xiao Yu didn’t inquire about her well-being; he likely knew it was just an excuse on her part.
The cabin fell into a heavy silence. Song Feiwan was grateful for the veil that shielded her; she didn’t have to meet his gaze.
After a moment, she broke the silence first. "Now that I’m here, if you have something to say, please speak plainly."
"Not in a hurry." Xiao Yu's gaze swept over her veil, and his fingers moved slightly.
It was late, and they were on a boat. In this attire, she seemed like someone who had something shameful to hide.
With just a gust of wind, he could shatter that bothersome hat of hers.
But then again, perhaps it was better not to see the face beneath the veil.
As he gently stroked the strings of the zither, a melody that should have been clear and melodious instead carried an air of solemnity.
"Princess Consort, you owe me a cup of tea. Why not repay that debt here?"
Song Feiwan had already noticed the complete tea set laid out on the table. The tea leaves were stored in a porcelain jar, and water was already boiling on the stove.
Back then, she had owed him a favor and had been curious to see the face behind his mask; how could her mood compare to today? Knowing he might be Xiao Yu, she must have been out of her mind to linger here for so long!
The young master had been in the capital for some time now; he must have gained some understanding of its customs and culture. Having been kept in seclusion, perhaps she knew even less than he did, so she wouldn't embarrass herself further.
The man playing the zither chuckled ambiguously.
"Princess Consort truly is..."
Without him needing to finish, Song Feiwan could guess his unspoken words: "not even pretending anymore."
With a sharp sound, he pressed down on the strings, halting their vibrations. His gaze was deep and piercing, as if it could cut through her veil.
"Since the princess consort is so eager, I won't dwell on the past."
Song Feiwan slightly raised her head, feigning attentiveness while her heart raced with anticipation.
Here it comes, here it comes! Finally, she would learn his intentions!
Was it money? Personnel? Or perhaps, a tiger talisman?
"Will the princess consort accompany me when I leave?"
For a moment, Song Feiwan's mind went blank as she blinked in shock.
Huh? Who is leaving with whom?
Could it be that she had misheard him?
After speaking, Xiao Yu closed his thin lips and quietly waited for her to process his words. The room once again fell into an awkward silence.
After a moment, Song Feiwan finally found her voice:
"Are you saying you want me?"
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