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Xiao Yu curled his lips coldly and said condescendingly, "Let’s set off, back to the capital."
Song Feiwan's heart skipped a beat.
Was he planning to take her back to the capital to torment her slowly? No, that didn’t make sense. He could do whatever he wanted in Wujin City. So what was his intention?
She met Xiao Yu's icy gaze but didn’t dare to ask. She had been taken here against her will, and there was nothing much for her to pack. The only thing she had was a jade pendant she had previously claimed was a token of love. But days ago, it had been snatched from her and thrown out of the window, shattering into pieces.
Thus, she quickly finished packing and took a seat in a not-so-large but quite comfortable carriage.
Xiao Yu rode outside on horseback, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, powerful legs gripping the horse's belly. With his exceptionally handsome face, he was truly captivating.
Inappropriately, Song Feiwan recalled those chaotic days, her eyes flickering. He raised his hand, signaling the team to set off, then turned to meet her gaze.
Stung by the indifference on his face, Song Feiwan clenched her fists and mustered the courage to ask, "Your Highness, how is Niao doing? The young apprentice from my clinic."
She actually wanted to ask about Rong Jiayi as well, but she sensed that this wasn’t a question Xiao Yu would appreciate, so she held back.
Xiao Yu had carried her away that day with an extremely cold demeanor, exuding an aura of menace. But Song Feiwan thought he couldn’t possibly have killed his cousin, right?
Xiao Yu stared at her intently, as if guessing her thoughts, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips.
He had let him go.
Xiao Yu surely wouldn’t lie about such matters; Song Feiwan felt relieved. He turned his head away while riding, no longer looking at her or listening to her speak.
But at this moment, a surge of wicked fire rose within him, and he couldn't quite understand why. With a sarcastic tone, he asked, "Is that all you want to know about this person? Don't you care about Rong Jiayi?"
The words felt strange, and Song Feiwan cast a suspicious glance at him. It was as if she were prey being eyed by a predator, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.
Her instinctive alertness brought forth a dry smile. "He Miao is, after all, someone I hired. As for Rong Da..." She hesitated, her voice faltering slightly. "If Your Highness wishes to know, I will listen."
She appeared cautious and overly concerned about Xiao Yu's feelings.
Xiao Yu clenched his jaw and coldly withdrew his gaze, unable to articulate the turmoil within him. He had thoroughly investigated the relationship between Rong Jiayi and her; it was not as he had imagined them to be together.
No one knew that he quietly let out a sigh of relief. Yet he couldn't help but wonder—if he had arrived just a little later, would she have married Rong Jiayi?
The mere thought of it gnawed at him, filling him with jealousy and resentment. He was acutely aware that even if she became someone else's wife, he would not hesitate to take her back!
Now, seeing how Rong Jiayi was willing to risk everything for her, it seemed she didn't care much for him either. After all, she was a heartless woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, speaking nothing but lies.
To her, there should be no difference between him and Rong Jiayi; she didn't care about him at all, which left him feeling extremely displeased.
Thus, during their journey out of the city, he rode ahead on horseback and didn't say another word to Song Feiwan.
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