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He might not even know that she had come that night! The message she sent had sunk into silence for another reason. Wasn't he busy hunting down Rong Jiayi? That must have been more important than seeing her.
This meant she had not yet exposed herself! There was still a chance for her to save herself! No matter what, she could not meet him today. That small consultation fee was not worth the risk to her life.
As for the favor owed to Xia Minghua for sheltering him and checking his pulse on their wedding night, and for not spreading any negative rumors about him afterward, she considered that debt repaid.
After making up her mind, Song Feiwan called Dongzhi in.
"Let the carriage be. I am unwell and have not been able to leave the manor recently."
Dongzhi was taken aback. "Your Highness, what is wrong with you?"
"I have a bit of a headache; I just need to rest." Song Feiwan pretended to rub her temples.
She had not told anyone in the Prince's residence about Xiao Yu still being alive, so Dongzhi naturally did not know. Thinking that Song Feiwan was simply overthinking things, she said with concern, "Then please take care of yourself, Your Highness. Do you need me to send a message to Master Zhuo?"
"No need." Her tone was indifferent as she silently apologized in her heart.
She had thought it through carefully; to Xiao Yu now, they were merely acquaintances. Moreover, he was too preoccupied with his own troubles to seek her out, so he would naturally give up on seeing her.
Everything was developing according to her plan, yet why did she feel so uneasy inside?
At the Rong residence, in the Songhe Courtyard where Rong Jiayi lived, a copper basin sat nearby filled with a pile of bloodstained gauze.
Doctor Zhao from the palace was meticulously examining Rong Jiayi's wounds. Several of the more serious injuries had scabbed over nicely and showed no signs of inflammation or discharge. Most importantly, these wounds had all been stitched up neatly and looked remarkably well-healed.
Ordinary people would surely find the wounds terrifying, just like Madam Rong who stood beside him with red-rimmed eyes.
To the physician, this was simply a treasure! It represented the exquisite medical skills they all aspired to possess.
The seasoned Zhao Yu, now in his fifties, stared intently at the wound, his eyes gleaming with the brightness of a child.
Madam Rong's heart was entirely focused on Rong Jiayi, and she felt a pang of pain that nearly brought her to tears. "Wasn't there someone protecting you? How could you end up so injured? The suspect you were pursuing this time—were they particularly skilled and dangerous?"
Rong Jiayi responded with a soft "mm."
Madam Rong was on the verge of tears as she urged him, "Jiayi, given our family's status, you don't need to seek fame in a place like the Dali Temple. Being a civil servant and steadily climbing the ranks is also quite admirable."
Rong Jiayi didn't understand the intricacies of the inner court, just as Madam Rong was unfamiliar with the twists and turns of the court politics. He wasn't prepared to explain too much; instead, he simply said, "Mother, I have my own plans."
Hearing this, Madam Rong's eyes turned even redder as she wiped them with a handkerchief. "Alright, you're not a child anymore. If you have your own ideas, I won't interfere with your career. But I truly can't bear to see you come back covered in wounds. No matter what happens, you must prioritize your own life."
Understanding her concern, Rong Jiayi thought for a moment before adding an explanation: "This time was an accident. If it were someone else, they wouldn't have been able to injure me like this. I wouldn't hesitate to take decisive action."
Once he returned to Xiao Yuchao, perhaps Madam Rong would understand.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yu had been silent for quite some time. Rong Jiayi stood there bare-chested, and Zhao Yu couldn't help but glance over at him. His skin was sun-kissed and defined abdominal muscles hinted at strength even when relaxed.
"Is there something wrong with the wound?" Rong Jiayi asked.
Zhao Yu snapped back to reality, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the injury and respectfully replied, "No, my lord. Your wound is healing well. I will bandage it for you right away."
"Mm."
Yet Zhao Yu's eyes were filled with hope as he added, "You really can't tell me who treated your wound?"
Madam Rong sensed something amiss and turned her attention toward them.
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