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In the past, he believed that as long as he could manage the inner quarters well, honor his parents, and ensure a continuation of his lineage, it didn't matter who became his legitimate wife.
But now, an exquisite face kept surfacing uncontrollably in his mind.
With just a silver needle, she could subdue a criminal, yet she feigned helplessness to make him feel at a loss; she could cleverly unravel Xu Xianzhi's schemes while appearing vulnerable to win the people's hearts. She could also push him into a cellar, calmly tending to his wounds and saving his life.
Every facet of her captivated him, making it impossible for him to look away.
It felt as if a seed was gradually sprouting in his heart. He closed his eyes and self-loathingly tried to sever that tender sprout.
He reminded himself once again: she is the Consort of the Crown Prince, the wife of his brother!
He must be out of his mind to think so much about her. His aunt had sacrificed too much for the Rong family, and the Crown Prince shared a bond of brotherhood and loyalty with him. Most importantly, the lives of hundreds in the Rong family depended on the Crown Prince.
He absolutely would not allow anyone—anyone—to affect the relationship between him and his brother!
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with cold determination.
A silent figure appeared in the room—a palace guard.
Rong Jiayi's expression shifted as he asked, "What is it?"
The man knelt on one knee and replied, "A black eagle delivered a message to the Crown Prince's Consort. She read it and then left the residence."
"The eagle is well-trained; we couldn't catch up."
Rong Jiayi glanced at the sky and frowned. "So late at night, where could she be going?"
Before the guard could respond, he stood up and headed outside.
"Ensure her safety in secret; I will go see for myself."
Respecting Song Feiwan's wishes, he didn't take her along with him for rescue. Yet Rong Jiayi still had elite guards protect her from the shadows, reasoning that her connection with Xiao Yu was significant enough to warrant it. Even Consort Rong did not raise any suspicions.
Only he knew that he harbored selfish intentions.
The atmosphere was dark and obscure, filled with uncertainty. It was not only for Xiao Yu but also for herself.
Sitting in the carriage, listening to the wheels rolling rhythmically on the road, Song Feiwan felt her heart, too, was being crushed under the weight of anxiety. The winter solstice afternoon had begun with an outing from the residence, but it had turned into a one-way trip. The people she sent out could not find any trace of her.
It wasn't until evening that a majestic black eagle delivered a formal invitation from Young Master Zhuo, revealing that Dong Zhi had been detained by him! She was one of her trusted confidantes, and Song Feiwan could not ignore her plight. Without hesitation, she arranged for a carriage to head to the agreed meeting place at North Lake.
The wording of the invitation was polite yet carried an undertone of warning. Concerned about his intentions towards Dong Zhi, she chose not to report it to the authorities. At that moment, her expression darkened; her slender fingers twisted together like green shoots as her body swayed with the movement of the galloping carriage.
She couldn't understand why Young Master Zhuo was so insistent on meeting her. With his formidable martial arts skills, if he wanted to trouble her, he could easily infiltrate her residence without all this fuss. He must have ulterior motives; at the very least, it wasn’t her life he sought. This was one of the reasons she decided to accept the invitation.
Could it be that someone from Rong Jiayi's side had forced him into a corner, and he wanted to use her as a means of escape? But she held no real power at all.
Regardless of the situation, as long as he had designs on her, there would be a chance for her to turn the tables! After rehearsing countless scenarios in her mind, Song Feiwan's expression gradually regained its composure. Her beautiful fox-like eyes were colder than the night itself.
Finally, the carriage came to a stop. She pinched the silver needle and medicinal powder hidden in her sleeve and slowly exhaled before stepping out of the carriage.
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