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"What are your orders, Your Highness?" Song Feiwan raised her gaze and asked softly.
Her dependent demeanor suggested that no matter what he requested, she would agree.
Xiao Yu walked to the edge of the chair and sat down, his cold, gleaming eyes fixed on her. As he listened to her express her affection for Prince Chen while on the boat, the faint irritation he had felt earlier was now replaced by suspicion.
On the way to Prince Chen's residence, he had been pondering a question: could there really be a woman willing to wait for a dead man, knowing full well she would be living in mourning? Perhaps there were such women, but after several encounters with Song Feiwan, he did not believe she was that foolish.
Moreover, even if he were to forget the past, his body would still retain some habits. Yet he was acutely aware that inside and out, he felt nothing but unfamiliarity towards her.
And then there was her—constantly professing her unwavering love, yet aside from the initial moment when she had cried on his back, she had not made any move to get closer. Even now, while she appeared to be accommodating and considerate of him, her actions seemed to push him away. The affection in her eyes had also diminished.
In short, everything felt out of place. If what she said was true, it would be one thing; but if not—Xiao Yu's dark phoenix eyes flashed with a chilling light. The last person who dared to toy with him now had grass growing a foot high over their grave.
"What is the princess preparing?" Xiao Yu asked with a teasing smile.
Song Feiwan paused for a moment before replying, "I heard from Steward Sun that Beichen Courtyard used to be where you resided, Your Highness. Since you have returned, I should return the courtyard to you. There are plenty of empty courtyards in the residence; I will have my maid tidy up another room."
"But you are already my consort; isn't this also your residence?" Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and asked slowly. "Or does the princess not wish to live with me?"
Song Feiwan shook her head repeatedly and anxiously explained, "Of course not! I would love to be with you!"
Realizing she had been too straightforward, her face flushed, and her fingers nervously twisted together. She averted her gaze and murmured softly, "I just thought... since you don't remember me right now, it might be uncomfortable for you to live together."
Her words made it seem as though he was ungrateful for her kindness. She was already beautiful; with her delicate brows furrowed in concern, she appeared even more endearing.
From her face, Xiao Yu could not detect any flaws.
If it were someone else, they would have stopped at this point. But he was different; he was inherently more perceptive, suspicious, and cold-blooded. So even though he did not want to stay with Song Feiwan, he continued to follow her lead and said, "There's nothing uncomfortable about it. If you want to stay, then stay."
This time, he finally caught a glimpse of the reluctance that flashed across her face and couldn't help but scoff inwardly.
"Are we continuing this act?"
Song Feiwan feigned a look of surprise and deep gratitude, but inside, she was cursing Xiao Yu vehemently. Just two hours ago, they had been at each other's throats on the boat. It was one thing for him to accept his identity as the Crown Prince so quickly; did he think she would just accept being his Crown Princess without question?
While claiming to forget himself, he also wanted her to live with him! What a reckless scoundrel!
Yet she had to pretend to be deeply devoted to him and could not refuse. With a forced cheerfulness, she exclaimed, "Of course I want to stay! Shall I call someone to change the bedding?"
This time, it was Xiao Yu who frowned. Was she really this bold? Did she have some ulterior motive waiting in the wings?
As he pressed his tongue against his back teeth, a spark of determination ignited within him, and his smile widened.
"Very well, my dear Princess."
Song Feiwan tried hard to keep her smile from being too gritted: "You flatter me, Your Highness. This is merely a matter within my duties."
She turned away, her expression cooling as worry crept in. Sleeping in the same bed was one thing; what if the main antagonist wanted to consummate their marriage? What would she do then?
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