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Song Feiwan had never seen Xiao Yu before, so she naturally did not know what he looked like. However, as the one who held his heart, she certainly could not ask about it.
With a worried expression, she asked, "Is he in good health? Is there any injury?"
This time, Rong Jiayi did not write anything but instead helplessly gestured to the wounds on his own body.
Song Feiwan quickly understood his meaning: If he were missing an arm or a leg, could he have beaten me up like this?
Indeed.
Her respect for the great antagonist was now as boundless as the flowing river. Having survived an earthquake without dying and without any obvious external injuries, and with no disfigurement while possessing unmatched martial skills—how strong must he be?
While reading about his strength, she had been in awe; now, she felt nothing but sorrow for herself. Why did she have to provoke someone like him—the great antagonist who could take on gods and demons alike?
The situation was not yet beyond redemption; she had to work hard to save herself!
After asking Rong Jiayi a few more questions, she said, "So what are your plans next, Sir Rong?"
Rong Jiayi wrote: [To enter the palace and meet the emperor.]
Song Feiwan tried to delay him. "You need to rest your injuries."
Rong Jiayi shook his head firmly, indicating that he must go. This matter was too important and needed to be handled quickly.
With no other choice, Song Feiwan arranged for a carriage to take him to the palace, lining it with thick cushions for comfort.
Before leaving, Rong Jiayi once again bowed respectfully, and Song Feiwan expressed her gratitude.
She shook her head, genuinely concerned about the situation. "I can’t be of much help in finding someone; I can only rely on you. If there’s any news, please let me know."
Rong Jiayi nodded again.
Under his urging, the carriage entered the palace at noon. On the other side, he had also sent someone home to report that he was safe.
Recently, many areas in the Great Zhou had suffered from floods, and the emperor was busy attending to matters. He had just put down his brush after reviewing memorials and had yet to eat.
Hearing that Rong Jiayi sought an audience, he felt a bit puzzled.
The chief steward, who had served him for many years, respectfully said, "Your Majesty, Lord Rong's condition is not good."
The Emperor replied, "What? Quickly let him in."
Although Rong Jiayi entered on his own without assistance, each step he took was slow, revealing the severity of his injuries.
He was the nephew of Consort Rong and a valued minister in the Emperor's eyes. The Emperor's expression immediately darkened. "Who has injured you so severely? I will ensure they are punished severely!"
Rong Jiayi shook his head, wanting to convey that he had not come to report a grievance. He pointed to his throat and gestured for the Emperor to provide paper and ink.
The Emperor promptly agreed. As he took up the brush, he wrote: "This matter is of great importance; I request Your Majesty to allow Consort Rong to come as well."
"Is this related to your family?" the Emperor asked suspiciously.
Rong Jiayi's gaze was resolute as he made a gesture indicating that it also concerned the Emperor.
After pondering for a moment, the Emperor sent someone to summon Consort Rong.
She hurried over and, after greeting the Emperor, looked at Rong Jiayi with fierce eyes filled with both anger and concern, echoing the Emperor's sentiments. "How dare there be thieves under the heavens who have harmed you so! Such audacity deserves the harshest punishment!"
Rong Jiayi thought to himself: If you knew who had hurt me, you probably wouldn't say that.
Of course, he dared not write this down. Consort Rong approached him, her eyes slightly red. "Have you seen a royal physician?"
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