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He furrowed his brow even tighter. "Impossible."
"Impossible? Not only is this room mine, but the entire estate belongs to me as well. So tell me, why did you sneak into the royal residence?"
Song Feiwan's gaze turned cold as she warned, "Young Master Zhuo, my people are all outside. While I’m still considering your previous favor of giving me the Xiaqing token, I advise you to think carefully before you speak again. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."
His identity was shrouded in mystery, and he was accompanied by two guards from Beirong, so Song Feiwan had to be cautious.
She believed in the principle of courtesy before conflict; it was her greatest concession.
Unfortunately, the explanations, excuses, or even resistance she anticipated did not materialize.
The man’s narrow, beautiful phoenix eyes were fixed on her, and to her astonishment, they turned red!
Song Feiwan was so shocked that she rubbed her eyes.
She wasn’t mistaken; his eyes were genuinely reddened!
His thin lips were pressed tightly together, as if he had suffered a great injustice!
He must be older than her current body, so why was he so easily affected?
In their previous encounters, she hadn’t noticed he was this kind of person!
After studying him seriously for a moment, Song Feiwan realized something was off.
His gaze was exceptionally clear and pure; he didn’t resemble a man of age but rather a child.
Yes, it was childlike!
Last time at the lantern festival, he had the demeanor and gaze of an adult man.
What had happened in just half a month?
Young Master Zhuo finally averted his gaze, his handsome face still wearing an unhappy expression—he looked just like someone who had been wronged.
After a long pause, he muttered a few words: "I won’t."
Having said that, he no longer looked at Song Feiwan. He let his head fall back onto the bed, turning away from her and pulling the blanket over himself completely.
Song Feiwan thought to herself: What is going on here?
Even if she called someone over now to capture this man, it would be futile!
What could a mentally impaired person reveal under pressure? Most likely, they would ruin her reputation. Today was her wedding day, and unless absolutely necessary, she did not want this matter to be publicized.
Looking at the sulking figure under the blanket, Song Feiwan let out a soft sigh. "Young Master," she tried to soften her tone, "I believe you’ve forgotten your name, and I also believe this is your home. Why don’t you come out so we can have a little chat?"
This was the residence of the Crown Prince, and naturally, she didn’t believe there was any connection between herself and the man in bed. However, when it came to coaxing a child, results were what mattered.
Perhaps her gentler approach had an effect; the man began to show signs of softening. Slowly, he lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing a pair of bright black eyes that stared back at her.
Song Feiwan thought to herself: This person was inherently attractive; even as a fool, he still had his charm. Just look at that fluffy puppy-like demeanor—it made her fingers itch with the desire to pet him.
She offered him a friendly smile and asked in a high-pitched voice, "Young Master, do you remember how old you are?"
The man, appearing to be in his twenties, extended his hand and held up five fingers. Well then, it seemed he was quite seriously unwell.
Song Feiwan patiently asked him a few more questions and ultimately confirmed that aside from thinking he was five years old and recognizing this as his home, he remembered nothing else. However, from his mannerisms and speech, it was clear he must have been well-educated and from an esteemed family—he could read, was skilled in martial arts, and demonstrated considerable talent.
Unfortunately, she had been in this world for too short a time to have heard of any young master suffering from such an unusual affliction.
Feeling slightly more familiar with him now, she introduced herself as his sister and asked playfully, "How about we play a game where I pretend to be a doctor? Just stretch out your hand, and I’ll check your pulse."
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