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Although Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er were brothers, they did not look exactly alike. Zhuo Er had thicker eyebrows and larger eyes, and his expression revealed a foolish innocence beneath a clear surface.
Xiao Yu fell silent for a moment before letting out a scornful laugh. Zhuo Da helplessly covered his eyes.
"You’re not just wrong; you’re damn wrong," Xiao Yu paused and mocked.
Zhuo Er's smile froze, confusion and grievance flickering in his eyes. Xiao Yu was not the kind-hearted master who would explain things to him. He stood up, not sparing them another glance, and strode away.
Zhuo Da quietly reprimanded, "Do you have glue in your head? The master doesn’t remember anything from before; how could he possibly have feelings for the princess?"
Zhuo Er felt a pang of guilt as he replied, "But he’s going back to the Prince’s residence."
"Since he is the Prince, isn’t it only natural for him to return home? Don’t forget why the master came to the capital in the first place."
Zhuo Er's eyes widened in shock.
It was late at night; every household had extinguished their lights, and doors were tightly shut. The streets were deserted, with only the occasional echo of the watchman’s calls breaking the silence.
Xiao Yu and Song Feiwan arrived at the Prince’s residence in a carriage. To avoid unnecessary complications, Rong Jiayi did not follow but instead sent skilled guards to protect them in secret.
Worried about Song Feiwan’s safety, no one in the Prince’s residence could sleep. Especially Dongzhi, who wandered around the courtyard with a lantern, frequently glancing towards the entrance and the sky.
"It’s been two and a half hours already! The princess hasn’t returned; I’m going to report this!" Dongzhi said anxiously.
But Steward Sun stopped her. "If anyone is going, it should be me. You stay here."
Before Dongzhi could argue, the sound of wheels rolling on the ground reached them on the evening breeze. She turned her head and was overjoyed. "It’s the princess’s carriage!"
Without thinking of anything else, she grabbed her lantern and rushed outside to welcome her back. Steward Sun and others sighed in relief and followed behind her.
The carriage came to a halt, and as the door swung open, a man's hand appeared.
Butler Sun immediately felt a surge of caution and raised his hand to block the others from the Wangfu. "Who are you? Where is the Princess Consort?"
No one inside the carriage responded.
Dongzhi was on the verge of tears. "You audacious thief! What have you done to our Princess Consort?"
Butler Sun's face darkened. "Someone, seize him!"
Finally, the carriage door opened completely, revealing a tall and elegant figure stepping out from the shadows.
He wore a silver crown that held back his hair and had changed into a new outfit. The flowing black fabric was embroidered with subtle patterns, and his wide sleeves fluttered gracefully, while his boots remained spotless.
Bathed in moonlight and lantern glow, the man's handsome face, with sharp features, came fully into view. His dark eyebrows arched over narrow, piercing eyes, and a small mole adorned the tip of his nose.
Even Butler Sun and several elderly members of the Wangfu widened their eyes in shock; the lanterns they held slipped from their hands and extinguished upon hitting the ground.
Dongzhi and her fellow newcomers were confused but sensed that something was amiss, instinctively falling silent.
Xiao Yu stood tall and poised, reaching out toward the carriage.
At that moment, a magnetic voice broke through the cool night air: "The Princess Consort manages her affairs well."
Song Feiwan detected a hint of mockery in his tone but pretended not to notice, offering a gentle smile. "Butler Sun and the others are loyal servants of the Wangfu."
Just as she was about to place her delicate fingers in Xiao Yu's palm, he unexpectedly withdrew his hand!
Song Feiwan's brow twitched; she nearly lost her smile.
If you don't want to help me, then why extend your hand in the first place?
You’ve changed into new clothes, so you must be disgusted by my tears on you, right?
Such a schemer, such a clean freak!
As she grumbled internally, she stepped down from the carriage herself.
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