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Song Feiwan sighed, "Thank you for your hard work. I'm going to take a bath." The smell of blood clung to her, making it impossible to sleep without a wash.
Meeting Dongzhi's bright eyes, Song Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "Do you have something else to say?"
Dongzhi quickly shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I was just thinking about the story you wrote, Your Highness. Is tonight's situation a bit like the beginning of that tale?"
Song Feiwan seemed to see the pink bubbles of excitement rising from Dongzhi and felt somewhat speechless. By seniority, she should call Rong Jiayi "cousin," and that couldn’t be taken lightly.
"Like what? It's a night watch," she said, lifting her leg to leave.
In the early hours of the morning at Xiao Yu's new residence, Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er knelt on one knee, reporting the situation.
"That dog official Rong Jiayi left a backup plan; a large number of imperial guards are coming. We can only retreat for now."
After bathing, Xiao Yu changed into clean brocade robes, his long hair cascading like a waterfall as he sat in a grand chair, responding with a faint "hm."
His narrow phoenix eyes were deep and inscrutable, hiding his emotions well.
Zhuo Er looked up and asked, "Master, Rong Jiayi must have been rescued by someone from Zhuque Street. He has seen your face; before dawn breaks, why not let me take some men and silence those on that street?"
Zhuo Da frowned disapprovingly. "In the capital of the Great Zhou, it's not wise to create such a commotion."
"But if Rong Jiayi isn't dead, we will be in danger!" Zhuo Er insisted. "Zhuque Street is so long; can you really make it there in time? Most of the people left at night are merchants; if we are careful, we can handle it cleanly."
"But there’s also the Princess Consort Chen's medical clinic on that street! Killing her people might bring even greater trouble!"
As Zhuo Er was about to argue further, Xiao Yu raised his long, cold hand and said icily, "Rong Jiayi has already escaped."
Sensing his displeasure, Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er stiffened their backs and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to speak again. They didn’t even dare to ask why their master was so certain.
With his usual methods, even if Rong Jiayi were to hide, he would surely kill everyone in the vicinity until he dragged the person out. His martial arts skills were so high that he wouldn't cause any commotion. So why hadn’t he acted?
Xiao Yu was pondering this question. He followed the direction in which Rong Jiayi had fled, chasing after him on Zhuque Street, and noticed the lights still on in the medical clinic. Holding his bloodied sword, he stood outside the courtyard wall. His keen hearing allowed him to catch the conversation between Song Feiwan and her maid.
Song Feiwan's voice was pleasant and calm, with no hint of anything amiss in her words. There were no signs of anyone hiding in the other rooms. He had no evidence to prove that Rong Jiayi had been saved by her. Killing did not require justification in his eyes. Better to mistakenly kill than to let someone escape—that was his principle.
Thus, he should have entered and killed Song Feiwan. He stood there for a while, but ultimately sheathed his sword and used his lightness skill to leave. This was the first time in three years since he had awakened that he had violated his own principles.
He couldn't understand why a woman who had married another man and repeatedly claimed she would remain loyal to Prince Chen would make it difficult for him to act against her.
Before he could find an answer, the number of people searching for him in the capital had multiplied several times over. Unlike the previous useless drunks and gluttons, these were all elite inner palace experts, each capable of taking on ten opponents.
He wondered what kind of resources Rong Jiayi had invested to get the emperor involved. To think they could capture him so easily was underestimating him greatly. Little did he know that the actual truth was entirely different from what he imagined.
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