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Song Feiwan calculated the time—seven o'clock? An hour had already passed! What was Xiao Yu up to, not coming himself? Were they still at the residence?
"Yes, the prince is entertaining guests," came the reply.
Upon hearing this, Song Feiwan wasted no time. After quickly washing up and getting dressed, she hurriedly had a few bites of food before making her way to the North Star Courtyard.
As she entered the study, she could hear the lively conversation of men through the open window. The warmth in the atmosphere was primarily from Rong Huan, while Xiao Yu's voice remained calm and elegant. As for Rong Jiayi, he seemed to have injured his throat and was gesturing with his hands.
Rong Huan, the top scholar of the twenty-second year of Jinghua, was exceptionally gifted; learning sign language was not difficult for him. Thus, he acted as a translator for Rong Jiayi.
"Haha, since there has been a misunderstanding between His Highness and Jiayi, I will certainly report this truthfully to His Majesty after entering the palace. Please rest assured, Your Highness," Rong Huan said with relief.
Xiao Yu nodded slightly, maintaining a noble demeanor. "Thank you, Uncle."
Rong Huan waved his hand repeatedly. "We're family; there's no need for such formalities."
He then turned to Rong Jiayi and said with dissatisfaction, "You too! With such a significant matter at hand regarding His Highness's well-being, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Before Rong Jiayi could respond, Rong Huan noticed Song Feiwan and stood up.
"Greetings to Her Highness," he said.
Rong Jiayi also offered his respects, but neither he nor Xiao Yu showed any surprise on their faces. They must have sensed her approach long before.
"Please, both of you, be at ease," Song Feiwan said as she stepped into the study, apologizing for making them wait.
She then knelt slightly before Xiao Yu. "Greetings to Your Highness."
Xiao Yu raised his hand. "No need for such formalities, Princess."
"Thank you, Prince."
Song Feiwan straightened up immediately when she arrived, not bothering to kneel. Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes.
He noticed that Xiao Yu was wearing a blue four-clawed python robe, his dark hair tied up with a golden crown. She felt relieved that she was also dressed quite formally. The first thing she had noticed about him was the small mole on the tip of his nose.
As he revealed his smooth, full forehead, she realized he also had a small widow's peak. He was exquisitely beautiful. Although he was indeed handsome, he did not possess the ethereal grace of Consort Rong; there was nothing feminine about him at all.
His bone structure was pronounced, with sharp angles. Every movement he made seemed lofty and unattainable.
Noticing her gaze, Rong Huan explained, "Your Highness, I have been sent by the Emperor to escort you both into the palace. If it is convenient, we should set off now."
Song Feiwan naturally had no objections.
Two grand carriages left the Prince of Chen's residence, one in front of the other. Song Feiwan and Xiao Yu sat in the front carriage, while the carriage occupied by the Rong father and son bore the family crest of the Rong family.
Such a grand display would certainly attract attention. News quickly spread among the court officials, and even the women in their households caught wind of it.
During this time, Song Shuyou was nearly going mad in her residence, gleefully discussing with Lady Li: "Mother, I wonder what crime Song Feiwan committed for the Supreme Court to personally go to the Prince of Chen's residence to take her away!"
Lady Li sneered maliciously: "She deserves it! I knew she wouldn't be able to act arrogantly for long."
Song Shuyou expressed some concern: "Rong Jiayi is the Prince's cousin; he won't show favoritism towards Song Feiwan, will he?"
Lady Li replied confidently: "No way. Just because of that, he cannot let anyone find fault with him."
"Then! With Rong Jiayi's reputation as a harsh official, Song Feiwan is definitely in for a rough time! If she comes to us for help, I must humiliate her to vent my frustration!"
Lady Li chuckled coldly: "You're absolutely right. Marrying a dead man and trying to climb over us—ha! That dead husband can't rise from the grave to protect her; she must be regretting her choices deeply right now!"
Song Feiwan indeed regretted it. She shouldn't have shared a carriage with Xiao Yu!
The man in the carriage was relentless, constantly demanding her to make tea, fan him, and now, on a whim, he wanted her to grind ink! The carriage swayed back and forth—what could she possibly write? It was just a torment for her!
Was he expecting her to change clothes for him and take a nap in the carriage? There were indeed clean clothes available. A deep, magnetic voice suddenly broke the silence, startling her.
She hadn’t said anything, had she?
Xiao Yu’s thin lips curled into a smile, his eyes dark and penetrating.
"You’ve been staring at Wang's clothes for quite a while."
Was he really that perceptive? Song Feiwan’s heart raced.
"It’s because the prince is so radiant and handsome, not because of any disheveled appearance," she replied shyly.
Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on her, leaving her uncertain whether he believed her or not. Afraid of revealing too much, she turned her head and focused on grinding the ink.
"The princess has a good eye."
He accepted her compliment without a hint of modesty. How shameless! She didn’t even know how to respond to him.
"Since the prince left such an impression, why didn’t the princess recognize him when we first met?"
While continuing to grind the ink, Song Feiwan naturally answered, "I hadn’t seen His Highness's face, and His Highness's voice is quite different from before."
Xiao Yu leaned back like a lazy cheetah, his tall figure relaxed. "It shouldn’t be too different. The princess is deeply attached to the prince; didn’t you find it familiar?"
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