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Life, human hearts, and the concepts of good and evil all lay within his grasp. He was confident that it was never he who sought her; rather, it was she who should seek him!
If she hadn’t pried words from Steward Sun or guessed that he might be Xiao Yu, upon learning from Congrong Jiayi that Xiao Yu was still alive, she might have agreed to his recruitment for the sake of her own survival. In a city as dangerous as the capital, it would be normal to think of hiding away somewhere safe, wouldn’t it?
But once she agreed, that would be a point of no return! The most elite forces of the Great Zhou were not to be trifled with. If they found him and realized he was Xiao Yu, looking back at her, they would surely be puzzled.
“Didn’t you swear eternal loyalty to me? Why can’t you recognize me? Not only do you fail to acknowledge me, but you also run off with another man?”
How genuine was her love? How much of it was real, and how much was false? At that moment, when her contradictory lies were exposed, even eight hundred lives wouldn’t suffice for him to take his revenge!
Fortunately, for now, the heavens still seemed to favor her!
Song Feiwan remained silent for a long time. Even through the veil of her hat, Xiao Yu could sense the struggle on her face. He leisurely brewed himself a cup of tea, savoring it slowly while waiting for her response.
He had already shown enough sincerity; she was an intelligent person and would likely not make a judgment that would disappoint him. As for taking her away, that was naturally for his own healing.
However, this was something he wouldn’t reveal to her before leaving the Great Zhou.
“The young master is right; His Highness is gone. Whether it’s the Consort or the Rong family or myself, we are all just barely holding on.”
Xiao Yu took a sip of tea, the faint water mark brightening his thin lips. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time; even the tea in his mouth lingered with sweetness.
His pitch-black eyes sparkled like deep pools ignited by a flicker of flame, encouraging her to speak.
But Song Feiwan suddenly shifted her tone: “However, I have already died once. Every day after that feels like a gift. If that’s the case, what difference does it make whether I live one more day or one less?”
The man’s originally clear complexion turned as cold as ice in an instant. His gaze became sharp and frigid!
“Do you truly think this way?” he asked in a deep voice.
Song Feiwan nodded vigorously, her hat swaying with the motion.
"Indeed!" she declared emphatically. "I have sacrificed my life to marry His Highness, the Crown Prince. My feelings for him are as clear as day, as enduring as the heavens and the earth! Even if the seas dry up and the stones decay, I will remain unwavering until death!"
"I will never abandon my identity as the Crown Princess or leave the capital!"
Xiao Yu's face darkened completely.
His cold aura enveloped the room, an invisible pressure that made it hard to breathe. He laughed in anger, a twisted smile forming on his lips. "A love so unwavering? The Crown Prince is lucky to have such a devoted princess; even death would be worth it."
Song Feiwan pretended not to notice his sarcasm, cursing inwardly at him for being the villain. No matter how charming he appeared, his heart was ruthless and cruel.
He probably looked down on not just her but the entire royal family of Da Zhou.
With her hat providing some cover, she rolled her eyes slightly and continued, suppressing her embarrassment. "You promised me your heart. Although I know nothing of your background, I trust that you will keep your word."
"But I have sworn to keep a light burning for His Highness in my home for the rest of my life. As long as I live, that light will never go out."
She wanted to express more of her love for the Crown Prince, but the man's oppressive presence was too terrifying. Her face turned pale, and unable to hold on any longer, she concluded weakly, "Thank you for your invitation, but I truly cannot accept."
With that, she slowly stood up and tentatively moved toward the exit.
Just as she turned slightly, a string of contemptuous laughter reached her ears.
"Lighting a perpetual lamp for a dead person? Hahaha!"
Song Feiwan clenched her fists at his mocking laughter, preparing to scold him and hurl a few insults in return.
However, before she could react, a gust of wind swept through, causing her veil to snap!
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