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Song Taipeng hurriedly rushed towards Zhaoyang Courtyard with Li and the others, without even changing their clothes.
"Mother, if Song Feiwan dies, it will be over," Song Mingyuan said, reveling in the misfortune.
Li shot him a glare. "Shut up! You fool! If she really dies, the entire Song family will have to accompany her to the grave!"
Who among them didn’t wish for Song Feiwan's demise? But she couldn’t die at this critical moment!
Song Mingyuan's face turned pale, and he fell silent, feeling extremely frustrated.
As they arrived at Zhaoyang Courtyard, before they could even enter, they heard a cold shout: "Get out of the way!"
The terrifying aura stunned them into immobility. They saw a tall man in black swiftly sweep past them and burst through the door.
Inside, upon seeing him, everyone froze for a moment before kneeling down in unison.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
How did Xiao Yu arrive so quickly? Song Taipeng and the others were terrified, their hearts racing as they knelt down as well.
The room was filled with the smell of blood. At that moment, Song Feiwan was in a dire state, blood gushing from her mouth and soaking her clothes. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips devoid of color.
Having just wrung out her hair, it was now damp with cold sweat, strands sticking to her face.
Xiao Yu took one glance and felt his heart lurch violently, overwhelmed by an immense fear.
In his memory, Song Feiwan had always been clever, wise, and radiant. Nothing could make her bow her head or defeat her.
Her once bright and sparkling fox-like eyes were now dull and lifeless, like a flickering candle swaying in a storm, ready to extinguish at any moment.
This realization made Xiao Yu's heart drop sharply.
The pressure around him plummeted; his blood felt frozen as a buzzing sound filled his ears.
In three steps that felt like two, he rushed to Song Feiwan's side, his dark eyes fixed on her. He wanted to reach out and touch her but feared she would shatter like porcelain with just a gentle touch.
"Song Feiwan?" He called her name hoarsely and asked, "How could this happen?"
Dongzhi hadn’t expected him to return so soon. After her initial surprise, she replied on behalf of Song Feiwan, "Your Highness, the princess has been poisoned!"
Xiao Yu immediately sat down beside Song Feiwan’s bed.
Dongzhi was even more shocked.
The prince's obsession with cleanliness was well-known throughout the Chen Wangfu. Every day, his utensils and clothing were brand new. Yet now, the bed was stained with blood, and he didn't even furrow his brow.
Xiao Yu locked eyes with Song Feiwan, eventually gently squeezing her hand without applying too much pressure.
Where was the doctor? His tone was cold and heavy, but beneath it, Dongzhi could detect not only anger but also a hint of fear. Was the prince worried and scared for the princess? It made sense; their bond was stronger than gold. If anything happened to the princess, the prince would undoubtedly suffer greatly.
Dongzhi found it puzzling that the princess hadn't consulted the prince beforehand. Was she afraid he would reveal something?
"I've already sent for him; there may have been delays on the road," she replied while deep in thought.
"Take my token and go to the palace to summon the imperial physician!"
Zhuo Da responded with a serious expression, "As you command!"
Since the princess had her own plans, Dongzhi didn't stop her and could only watch as Zhuo Da left.
"Song Feiwan, I command you not to die! Do you hear me?" Xiao Yu threatened in a hoarse voice.
She slightly closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but after a long pause, she could only utter two words: "Your Highness."
"Stay here with me," Xiao Yu said, gripping her hand tightly, his eyes slightly reddening. In a raspy voice, he urged, "Promise me you'll hold on."
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