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Rong Jiayi tightened his grip on the brush, his fingers suddenly clenching.
Here it came again—a sharp, piercing pain in his heart, as if pricked by a thousand needles. He should have been happy for her, yet watching her smile and share her innermost feelings with another man filled him with a suffocating frustration that lodged in his throat, refusing to rise or fall.
He couldn't even find the words to describe the relationship between Xiao Yu and Song Feiwan. Could amnesia really draw two people together? Would lovers eventually become a couple? Each word filled him with disdain.
From her eyes, he saw himself force a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching in a strained manner. This pitiful display only added to his turmoil, prompting him to turn his head away.
"What does he want from you?"
Song Feiwan blinked in confusion. Was it just her imagination? It felt like she was being interrogated. Surely, she hadn't done anything to provoke him? After all, she was a doctor; he must have come seeking medical help.
Rong Jiayi didn’t want to press further; he turned the brush and wrote down that Zhao Yu wanted to take her as a disciple.
Song Feiwan chuckled softly, saying, "I'm not skilled enough to take on disciples, especially not someone as esteemed as Doctor Yu. By the way, you didn’t tell him about my identity, did you?"
Rong Jiayi nodded, an inexplicable sense of pride swelling within him.
Song Feiwan smiled gently. "Well, if there's an opportunity in the future, we could exchange ideas."
On another boat, only Xiao Yu and his trusted aide remained.
Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er had originally been disheveled from their earlier scuffle. Upon hearing Xiao Yu's words, their expressions turned chaotic.
Zhuo Er asked dumbfoundedly, "So, Master, you are actually the renowned Prince Chen?!"
Compared to him, Xiao Yu remained much calmer, his long eyelashes resembling raven feathers, and he gave a slight nod.
Zhuo Da said, "Your age and skills certainly match up. Rong Jia Yi has a deep-seated grudge against you; there’s no need to deceive you. My lord, what are your plans next?"
Xiao Yu curved his lips slightly. "Return to the Chen Wang Mansion."
Zhuo Er's face fell, and he asked sadly, "Then what about us?"
Xiao Yu glanced at him. "Two options: continue following me, or return to Beirong."
Zhuo Er exclaimed, "I won't leave! My lord, the rules of the Dazhou royal family are numerous; it’s not as comfortable as the grasslands! Why do you only think about staying? Ouch! Why did you hit me?"
Zhuo Da retracted his hand and disapprovingly said, "After all, there are your family members in the palace! If you had the chance to reunite with your father and brother, could you really give that up? Stop talking nonsense."
Rubbing the back of his head, Zhuo Er muttered to himself, "But our father and brother have long since passed away. Besides, from what I see, my lord doesn’t seem particularly close to his family either."
Ah! His eyes brightened.
Zhuo Da frowned. "What are you so surprised about?"
Zhuo Er looked at Xiao Yu and said, "I understand now! You can't bear to part with the princess, can you?"
Xiao Yu's gaze was deep and unreadable.
The more Zhuo Er thought about it, the more he felt justified. With excitement in his voice, he said, "In the past, I didn’t know you were His Highness Chen Wang. I even thought it was foolish for the princess to marry a dead man. But now it seems I was shortsighted and completely off-base!
The bond between you and the princess is truly touching and precious! We were supposed to leave the city tomorrow; tonight you must see the princess one last time. What is this? Fate brings people together!
So for no one else but the princess, you must return!"
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