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Fu Yu replied, "I haven't noticed anything unusual."
Consort Rong said, "Hmm, keep an eye on her."
Fu Yu humbly asked, "Your Highness, do you think she has a problem?"
Consort Rong replied, "It's just a gut feeling. The timing of her leaving the Crown Prince's residence is too convenient."
Fu Yu nodded respectfully.
When Consort Rong married the Emperor, he was merely a prince with many concubines and did not favor her exclusively. Now, in the palace, Consort Rong commanded respect and authority, relying solely on her own capabilities. After years of experience, everything she did must have its reasons. For those of them who served as maids, all they needed to do was remain loyal and carry out her orders.
In a daze and busily moving about, the days passed until the Lantern Festival. This was the last day of the New Year celebrations, and most people in the capital were making the most of it.
Except for the residence of Prince Chen, there was another place this year that was shrouded in gloom—the Crown Prince's residence. He knew that Xiao Yu had him firmly in his grasp but refused to give him any relief. It was as if he were toying with him, gradually eliminating his supporters and leaving him in a state of isolation and despair. He hadn't even seen the Emperor for over half a month.
He had tried to resist; some methods showed promise at first but were easily dismantled by Xiao Yu. It was then that he realized Xiao Yu had deliberately given him hope! Lifting him up only to let him fall could only cause him greater pain!
Abandoned by all, Xiao Yan lived in constant fear and anxiety, like a lost dog. The flames of anger, despair, and hatred burned within him, driving him into madness at every moment. Yet he found himself powerless against Xiao Yu! That man had no weaknesses and was fearless—more deranged than himself!
As he watched the once-bustling Crown Prince's residence become desolate and shunned like a ferocious beast that others avoided at all costs, the stark contrast and impending sorrow drove Xiao Yan to the brink of fury. He desperately wished he could kill Xiao Yu!
Is there really no way to deal with him? The issue of military supplies is as serious as treason; if Xiao Yu exposes it to the emperor, he won't survive. It would be better to drag Xiao Yu down with him before he dies! At least that wouldn't be a total loss!
Xiao Yan kept praying to the heavens: if only Xiao Yu could receive his just desserts, he would be willing to pay any price!
Xiao Yu rode his horse, dismissing the attendants who followed him, wandering aimlessly. Before he knew it, he had arrived at a desolate hillside covered in white snow. Ahead lay the grave of Song Feiwan.
As night fell, he felt drained of all strength, unable to support his weary and heavy body any longer. He dismounted, took off his wine pouch, and slowly walked to Song Feiwan's tombstone.
With a thud, he sat down, feeling utterly lonely. His long, pale fingers opened the wine pouch and began pouring the liquor into his mouth. Soon, the pouch was empty. He leaned against the tombstone and closed his eyes.
Cold snowflakes fell from the sky, and he remained motionless, allowing them to cover him bit by bit, as if wanting to merge with this empty and dull world.
He didn't know when he fell asleep, but this time his dream was longer and clearer. He finally saw the face of the woman in his dream and heard her voice distinctly.
When he opened his eyes again, countless memories flooded back. He first let out an ambiguous laugh before suddenly standing up and kicking Song Feiwan's tombstone with all his might, shattering it!
"Someone's here." His cold and harsh voice echoed in the snowy landscape.
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