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"Feiwan, you're late. Come, sit," Rong Shu greeted warmly, her eyes sparkling with a smile.
Dressed appropriately, Song Feiwan offered a sweet smile in return, thanked her, and took a seat beside her.
Some time had passed since she had awakened. Although she had seen Rong Shu before, this was the first time they were alone together.
Rong Shu took her hand and inquired about her current health with genuine concern. Upon learning that Feiwan was regaining some strength, Rong Shu nodded in relief.
"That's good," she sighed lightly, reflecting, "You two children have had it tough. From now on, take care of yourselves and don't let me worry again."
Song Feiwan nodded earnestly, feeling a mix of apology and sincerity.
Rong Shu was aware that Xiao Yu had regained his memories, but she was not clear about the specifics of his relationship with Song Feiwan. The matter of Feiwan being transported into a book was also quite mysterious; the fewer people who knew about it, the better.
Rong Shu understood Xiao Yu's nature well. If he didn't want to talk about something, no amount of prodding would get him to open up, so she chose not to ask.
After chatting for a while, Rong Shu gazed into the distance with a hint of nostalgia. "When Yu'er was young, although he was exceptionally intelligent, he wasn't as obsessed and cold as he is now; he was still somewhat adorable. Alas, it's my fault for not protecting him well when he was five."
Catching the mention of "five years old," Song Feiwan paused in surprise.
Xiao Yu had been in a daze during that time, his mind reverting to that age. Was there perhaps more to this story?
She pressed on with curiosity, "What happened when His Highness was five? Mother, could you tell me?"
"Did he never mention it to you? Well, that's not surprising; he's not one to bring it up willingly." Rong Shu continued without hesitation. "There’s nothing I can’t share. When he was five, there was a coup in the palace."
Rebels incited chaos within the palace; lives were at stake and fear gripped everyone.
The safety of the Emperor was paramount, and most of the Imperial Guard went to protect him. My Bi Xiao Palace then became vulnerable.
In fact, the Emperor had left people behind to protect us, but they were secretly reassigned by the Empress. As a result, Yu'er and I fell into the hands of the rebels; he was deprived of food and water for three whole days.
Even after all these years, recalling those events made Rong Shu's eyes redden with pain. She harbored deep resentment toward those who had harmed Xiao Yu.
Song Feiwan's expression also turned grave. It was hard for her to imagine how terrified a mere five-year-old child must have felt when trapped like that.
"Eventually, Yu'er and I were rescued. But due to the unstable situation at that time, in an effort to win over the Empress's faction, the Emperor merely glossed over her actions."
Even if he were to bestow countless rewards upon us later, I still couldn't get over this hurdle in my heart. As for Yu'er, the disparity was even greater. His father, who had once showered him with affection, had been chosen over the imperial power without hesitation. From that moment on, he deeply understood the ruthlessness of emperors and the cruelty of power. The innocence on his face was no longer visible.
Rong Shu wiped away the moisture at the corner of her eyes and said with a heavy heart, "I actually understand in my heart that these are inevitable for him as a member of the royal family. It's just that he was forced to grow up too early."
Song Feiwan sat there in a daze, her nose tingling with pain and her heart aching unbearably. No wonder when he fell ill, his mind returned to that of a five-year-old. For him, five years old was a watershed moment. Those three cruel days took him away from his doting father and his childhood.
His tender body had to bear the weight of imperial power, gritting his teeth and climbing upward until he stepped on everyone beneath him, even making the emperor dare not underestimate him. Although he had never spoken of it, one could imagine that he must have been nostalgic for the days before he turned five. Unfortunately, there was no way to go back.
Song Feiwan felt a dull ache in her chest, as if it were wrapped tightly by iron wires. Not wanting to show her emotions in front of Rong Shu, she turned away from her tear-filled eyes. By the time Xiao Yu returned to take her home, she believed she had adjusted her emotions well.
Little did she know, he saw right through her. He stopped in his tracks, lowered his head, and his deep phoenix eyes locked onto hers with a furrowed brow. "What did you talk about with your mother?" His magnetic voice carried a chill.
Song Feiwan opened her mouth and replied softly, "Just some things from your childhood."
Xiao Yu immediately understood, his brows knitting even tighter. "Why did she tell you those things?"
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