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His heart felt as if a piece had collapsed, and someone was gently knocking on the wall, asking if they could come in.
"I've already said it; you don't need to prove it."
Noticing the hint of apology in his tone, Song Feiwan thought she must be imagining things. The man who always held his head high and never bowed down was actually apologizing to her? After her surprise, she felt a bit like laughing. She had thought that even if he died, his body would be burned clean, he would still have that stubborn mouth.
She calculated in her heart: although he had kissed her, the experience was quite good, and she wasn't at a loss. Besides, she had slapped him twice and kicked him once. If she continued to be unyielding, it would backfire; perhaps it was better to take the opportunity to withdraw.
After a moment of silence, she let out a soft hum and turned her head away.
Xiao Yu noticed her softened attitude and felt half of his burden lift; the gloom on his handsome face also dissipated.
"Don't mention the divorce again."
She pouted like a wronged child, as if to say she was watching his performance.
He felt a mix of anger and amusement. His dark gaze swept over her bright red lips, and he swallowed hard.
As the sun dipped in the west, the sky gradually darkened.
Song Feiwan wore a white gauze hat as she walked out through the back door of the medical clinic.
Zhuo Da bowed to her beside the carriage: "Greetings, Princess."
These two were Xiao Yu's trusted aides now; she wasn't surprised by their appearance. She nodded lightly and stepped into the carriage. The hat concealed the red marks on her neck and her swollen lips, but Zhuo Da sensed that her mood was not good.
When they looked at Xiao Yu, their eyes widened in shock.
Was that a handprint on the master’s face? And what about those finger marks?
Who had the audacity to strike His Highness, the Crown Prince? And on both sides of his face, no less!
Wait, the prince said he wanted the princess to see his injuries. Coupled with the princess's evident displeasure, they both arrived at an unbelievable conclusion.
Xiao Yu kept his gaze steady, as if the wounds on his face did not exist at all. Just as he was about to board the carriage, he said, "I want to rest alone in the carriage."
Zhuo Xin remarked, "Your Highness wants to go somewhere; it’s not for anyone else to speak." Be careful not to provoke him; you might find yourself walking back to the palace.
Just as he sympathized with Song Feiwan, Xiao Yu surprisingly withdrew his hand from the door!
"Rest well." With those few words, he leaped onto the side of a black steed.
Zhuo's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. Was this still the ruthless and decisive King of Jiannan in his memory? He had actually yielded to the princess! And with injuries on his face!
How many people would see him return to the palace like this? Was he not afraid of ruining his reputation for a lifetime?
Glancing at the tightly shut carriage door, Zhuo suddenly felt a deep admiration for Song Feiwan.
To have struck the master and still be able to retreat unscathed after being shut out—he had never seen anyone like that before. Could it be that she was truly the one in charge?
It seemed he would have to be cautious in serving her from now on; he must never provoke the princess’s displeasure!
As they approached a fork in the road, Xiao Yu calmly instructed, "Zhuo, you escort the princess back to the palace."
Zhuo immediately straightened up and replied loudly, "Yes!"
Xiao Yu tightened the reins and gazed deeply at the carriage door, saying to the person inside, "If you need anything, come find me at Tianji Palace."
The person inside remained silent; Xiao Yu didn’t mind and led Zhuo down another path.
Above them in the sky, a strong black eagle flapped its wings and followed closely behind him.
Song Feiwan recognized that the sound of hooves outside had diminished, and her tense body suddenly relaxed.
She lightly patted her chest, thinking to herself: That was close, that was close.
After this, she should be able to dispel some of Xiao Yu's doubts, but it was far from being foolproof. She couldn't place all her hopes on the man's goodwill; she needed to find an ally for herself.
The candidate had already been decided, and that was...
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