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The guard eagerly suggested, "Your Highness, the Emperor and the Consort are overjoyed to know that you are still alive. Why not go to the palace tonight with the Princess?"
Song Feiwan instinctively showed a troubled expression. "Tonight?"
After a night filled with chaos, she could barely handle the main antagonist alone, let alone face the Emperor and Consort Rong. The thought of it was overwhelming. However, she couldn't openly defy the Emperor's command.
So, she chose to look at Xiao Yu, leaving everything to his discretion.
Xiao Yu was cautious and suspicious; even if everyone present called him the Prince of Chen, he likely wouldn't easily believe it.
Yet, the handsome man with cold brows and a noble demeanor put down his sword and gracefully declined, "It is already late today. The Prince and Princess are unprepared; it would be inappropriate to disturb our elders in the palace."
His thin lips curled into a faint smile, as if the earlier tension had been nothing but a dream.
Rong Jiayi nodded and gestured with his hands, "I believe both Your Highness and the Princess must be tired. It would be best to rest well tonight; visiting the palace tomorrow would be just as good."
The proposing guard lowered his head in shame, "I was reckless; I ask for your forgiveness."
Xiao Yu raised his long hand to indicate that there was no offense taken. His gentle demeanor only deepened the guards' respect for him.
Seeing this from behind, Song Feiwan silently thought: The main antagonist is indeed skilled at winning hearts.
Xiao Yu then looked up and asked, "Where are the Prince's attendants?"
Someone answered on behalf of Rong Jiayi, "When boarding the ship, we subdued them together. Please rest assured, they were not harmed."
Xiao Yu's gaze darkened slightly as he replied calmly, "Let them come to see the Prince; he has matters to discuss."
Rong Jiayi understood and waved his hand, leading the guards away to give Xiao Yu some space.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Feiwan softly said, "Prince, you carry on with your business; I will wait for you outside."
Without giving Xiao Yu a chance to respond, she quickly left.
Rong Jiayi's ship was docked beside this luxurious vessel, connected by a stable plank three feet wide that bridged both boats.
As Song Feiwan followed Rong Jiayi onto the other ship, the palace guards discreetly concealed themselves in the shadows, their presence barely detectable.
"Lord Rong, how is your injury?" Song Feiwan asked as she entered the clean and tidy cabin.
Rong Jiayi glanced at her deeply, then picked up a pen and paper from the side, writing: [I change the dressing on time every day, and the wound is healing well.]
"That's good to hear," Song Feiwan replied. "Avoid water and keep your diet light. Come find me in a couple of days to remove the stitches."
Rong Jiayi wrote again: [Alright, thank you.]
"You're welcome," she said.
Because she needed to see what he was writing, they stood quite close to each other.
Rong Jiayi had trained in martial arts for many years, making his senses sharper than most. He could not only feel her warmth but also catch a whiff of her fragrance, reminiscent of delicate and cool jasmine.
A glance revealed even the details of her eyelashes clearly. Her dark eyes were clear and bright, her skin porcelain-like without a hint of flaw, beautiful in a way that seemed almost otherworldly.
Having just cried, her eyes were still slightly red around the edges. In moments when she wasn't trying to appear pitiful, there was a certain broken beauty about her.
Rong Jiayi's body stiffened slightly, his back straightening imperceptibly as he swallowed hard. The pen he held paused for a moment before he wrote: [Did you know Prince Chen before this?]
Song Feiwan was prepared for this question. She looked at him and replied, "I have had some contact with him, but we are not familiar; I haven't even seen his face. His voice sounds different now."
Realizing how close they were standing, she subtly took a step back and said regretfully, "I used to think he seemed familiar; who would have thought he was His Highness? We really missed so much."
She smiled again, her fox-like eyes curving playfully. "But as long as His Highness is alive, I am already very content. Even if he doesn't remember me, that's alright."
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