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She dared not speak, only casting a reproachful glance at him. The handsome and noble man showed no signs of softening; with a slight bend, he set her down on the ground and reached back, prying her fingers from around his neck one by one.
Then he took a step back, creating distance between them. At this moment, she felt too embarrassed to cling to him again; even if she did leap forward, he would surely evade her.
Song Feiwan cursed inwardly: what a detestable man. If it had been before, she might have acted, perhaps clutching her heart and saying, "Your Highness, you used to care so much for me; you would never abandon me."
Now, standing on the stone-paved ground of the Imperial Garden, her feet felt as if they were crawling with insects.
Not daring to linger, she quickly patted her sleeves and skirt to ensure there was nothing unusual. She hurriedly said to Xiao Yu, "Your Highness, I need to change my clothes. Please excuse me."
After speaking, she bowed three times faster than usual and turned to dash toward the Bixiao Palace.
Xiao Yu stood in place, watching her struggle to lift her long skirt. Beneath the layers of thin gauze, her small feet moved swiftly, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
A mere insect could frighten her so much; he had thought she was braver than that.
Xiao Yu casually lowered his gaze and glanced at his slender fingers. He hadn’t noticed it when he held her just now, but now his palm seemed to still hold her warmth—warmth that was soft, delicate, and light.
At that moment, she had been breathing erratically, leaning in close enough that the fragrance surrounding her intensified. He thought he wouldn’t care much about it, yet the images replayed vividly in his mind—every detail so clear.
Including her distinctly defined eyelashes, reddened eyes, and slightly trembling cherry lips.
His throat involuntarily tightened as his gaze darkened slightly. Suddenly clenching his fist, he furrowed his brow and strode forward with an air of impatience.
Song Feiwan didn’t stop as she rushed into her palace and urged, "Quickly! Bring me two maidservants to help me check!"
Immediately, a maidservant closed the door and stepped forward to help her out of her clothes, carefully inspecting every inch.
"Your Highness," she confirmed after checking thoroughly, "there’s nothing."
Song Feiwan let out a sigh of relief, her pale face finally regaining some color.
"Prepare the water, I want to bathe. And that dress—throw it far away; I never want to see it again."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After all the commotion, it was already dark before she had the chance to inquire about Xiao Yu.
"Has His Highness the Crown Prince left?"
The serving maid replied respectfully, "Your Highness, after you departed, His Highness went to the Heavenly Extreme Palace."
"Mm." Song Feiwan regained her composure, recalling how she had clung to Xiao Yu like an octopus, her face flushing slightly.
He appeared slender but was much sturdier than she had imagined, with considerable strength. When she was close to him, she could catch a whiff of a refreshing scent reminiscent of snow and pine, just like him—underlying and cold.
Thanks to his quick reflexes, he had tightly grasped her sleeve; otherwise, who knew where that thing might have crawled up her arm?
She had left in such a hurry today that she would wait until their next meeting to thank him properly. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hold a grudge.
While she was lost in thought, the maid continued, "However, His Highness brought you a message: there are many plants growing outside this palace that attract pests."
The maid looked at her with envy. "Your Highness, His Highness truly cares for you."
Song Feiwan's expression stiffened.
"Cares? This is blatant revenge!"
"Next time we meet? I hope it’s never again!"
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