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Song Feiwan perked up her ears, focusing with several times more concentration than before, trying to decipher his lip movements. The man merely responded with a grunt.
In her excitement, she nearly knocked over the small table beside her! What kind of grunt was that?! Did he even realize what he was saying?! If he was a spy from Beirong and she was the Consort of the Crown Prince! Hadn’t he lost his memory and directly asked for her?
This was madness; the world truly felt insane. Song Feiwan struggled to think about why things had turned out this way. Yet, her mind felt like it had crashed, unable to come up with any reasoning. After a long silence, she finally found her voice: "Young Master, how many times have we met? Why are you being so... so abrupt?"
Xiao Yujing paused for a brief moment, then smiled.
Song Feiwan thought to herself: Is it really that funny? Always laughing, laughing, laughing.
The Consort of the Crown Prince misunderstood him; the curve of his thin lips deepened as he said, "What I mean is, as a doctor, come with me to the grasslands."
Song Feiwan thought: If I could take you on, I would really curse you out! Is this how you speak? You scared me into thinking you had fallen for me at first sight!
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down. However, it was clear that she was not as composed as this man. The words that came out were laced with obvious sarcasm: "So you mean for me to abandon everything I have now and start anew?"
She nearly said outright: Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t do something like that.
Xiao Yu did not get angry at her words; even when explaining himself, there was an air of condescension about him.
"Miss Song," he changed his address once again, "the situation is not as dire as you think. With me by your side, you can also showcase your talents. Moreover, isn't 'to heal the world' something that doctors often say? There are more people in need of you outside of this place than here. You can obtain everything you desire—fame, status, all of it."
His posture only confirmed Song Feiwan's impression of his noble identity.
She replied, "What you say, I have already achieved. Why go through so much trouble?"
Xiao Yu smiled playfully, "Achieved, yes, but how long can you hold onto it?"
She was taken aback, her gaze deepening as a sudden chill gripped her heart. This man was far too perceptive. From his perspective, her husband had become a mere shell; the favored consort would eventually fade in beauty and love. Once the consort fell from grace, the powerful Rong family could easily topple overnight.
The Song family was no help either; they had been at odds with that group long before her marriage.
He anticipated his own fate, which gave him ample reason to ask if she wanted to leave. Furthermore, he dangled an even greater bait: "I won't make empty promises. As long as you agree, the entire Song residence will face a great purge—executions and confiscations will all be in your hands."
Song Feiwan:!
It felt as if an invisible hand had tightened around her throat, sending a chill coursing through her veins and spreading to every part of her body.
When she came to her senses, she found herself drenched in cold sweat. It wasn't just fear of this man; it was a sense of dread! He understood exactly what she wanted by using the Song family as bait! But how had they only exchanged a few words before reaching such an understanding?
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