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Xiao Yu turned his back to him, a cold smile playing on his lips.
If he were not the revered Emperor, he would have asked, "Did you not stop this at the first opportunity to hide your own shame?" You have acknowledged her as your daughter-in-law, yet I have returned alive. I can only imagine how much that must hurt your pride. What is this grandstanding for now?
As for the threat to take Song Feiwan away, Xiao Yu felt no fear. If he had the ability, let him try. He had made it clear: no one could come between them! If someone stood in his way, he would kill; if a deity obstructed him, he would slay the Buddha! Regardless of the cost, Song Feiwan's life was his!
The only thing that unsettled him was the Emperor's words about her willingly following him. A pang of bitterness rose in his heart, spreading a sour taste through his veins and into every part of him. Did she even think of him? It was merely a compromise born out of fear of death.
No one had ever inflicted pain upon him and lived to tell the tale unscathed. Only she had made him experience the struggle, fighting desperately against it while still clinging to an illusion he could not let go.
He had fallen; he had lost—utterly defeated.
The atmosphere in the palace was stifling, and he left in a foul mood. Spring had yet to arrive; winter still hung overhead, with biting winds cutting through him.
He wondered if Song Feiwan had seen the winter solstice; she must be quite pleased, right? Should he take a detour and personally bring her back? With her insatiable nature, she would surely be restless upon seeing him.
Lost in thought, Xiao Yu found his steps growing lighter, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Your Highness!" An urgent shout broke through his reverie.
Zhuo stood pale-faced, rushing over before kneeling on the ground in apology. "I am sorry! My subordinates have failed!"
Xiao Yu's heart suddenly trembled, and he asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
"The Princess has been captured by the Crown Prince!"
Boom! Xiao Yu felt as if his heart had been ignited by a fuse, exploding violently within him.
"Go!" He led his elite troops, galloping at full speed. On the way to Wujin City, he had rushed just as frantically, but back then, his emotions were a mix of hatred and an uncontrollable anticipation for reuniting with Song Feiwan. Now, all that filled him was anxiety and regret.
He didn't know whom to pray to for protection; he could only repeatedly chant Song Feiwan's name, praying that she would be safe.
Finally, he and his men arrived at a dilapidated temple outside the city. The temple was nestled in the mountains, and the snow-covered path should have been blanketed in white, yet it was marked with chaotic footprints.
Xiao Yu's heart grew heavier as he rushed inside without hesitation.
Clang! Xiao Yan had stationed guards outside the broken temple, their weapons all aimed at them.
Xiao Yu's anger surged, raising his hand; his men immediately took up a defensive stance.
"Where is Song Feiwan?" he demanded sharply.
Inside the temple, Xiao Yan's triumphant laughter echoed: "Ha ha, Fourth Brother, why the rush? Want to see your Princess? Have your men retreat two miles away, and you can come in alone!"
Zhuo Da advised softly, "Your Highness, this is too dangerous."
Xiao Yu frowned and coldly ordered, "Step back."
Zhuo Da dared not defy his command; with a worried glance at him, he and the others retreated outside the dilapidated temple.
Xiao Yu passed through the encirclement and finally stepped into the broken temple.
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