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Though he was handsome and had an excellent physique, she realized she knew nothing about him! Who could say if he had other women during these years in Beirong? She didn’t expect men of this era to be faithful, but she also didn’t want to share a man with anyone else!
“Steward Sun!” she called out, while thinking to herself: If it really comes to that, I might as well give myself a needle!
Feeling unwell, surely the villain wouldn’t force himself on her, right?
To her surprise, it wasn’t Steward Sun who appeared, but rather a skilled master from the palace whom she had seen on the boat before. The man looked around twenty, with an ordinary appearance that would make him blend into a crowd. His aura was disguised to be no different from that of an ordinary citizen.
“Your Highness, Your Grace, I am Tao Jing, a former shadow guard by His Majesty’s side. His Majesty has instructed me to follow you from now on and be at your service.”
Song Feiwan glanced at Xiao Yu, who sat calmly in a chair with an indifferent expression on his handsome face.
“What does the guard have to report?” he asked.
Tao Jing replied, “In response to the Prince's inquiry, His Majesty and the Imperial Consort are concerned about your health. They hope that once you enter the palace, you can allow the royal physician to examine you.”
A flicker of understanding crossed Song Feiwan’s eyes. While this sounded considerate, it was actually a precaution against someone impersonating Xiao Yu, wasn’t it? She could imagine that Xiao Yu had thought of this too, as he merely responded with a faint acknowledgment.
“Thank you for your concern, Father Emperor and Mother Empress.”
Tao Jing quickly glanced at Song Feiwan and said, “Before that, Your Highness can continue as usual.”
This was quite significant. No matter what habits Xiao Yu had developed over the past three years, one thing was clear: he had not kept Song Feiwan by his side. In other words, she wouldn’t have to serve him at night! Ha ha!
Xiao Yu let out an ambiguous laugh; he certainly couldn’t go against imperial orders.
“Leave now.”
Tao Jing respectfully bowed his head and quietly departed.
Inside, Song Feiwan felt like she was blooming with joy but still had to feign disappointment. “Your Highness, what about me?”
A faint sense of irritation rose within Xiao Yu once again.
He wanted to keep her, but he couldn't hold on.
However, when he faced Song Feiwan's tired, reddened eyes, he hesitated for a moment and softened his heart just a little. "Consort, take care."
Song Feiwan didn't dare to linger and hurried away.
Dongzhi hadn't slept either; she was waiting for her in the courtyard with a lantern.
Song Feiwan waved at her, whispering, "Let's go, let's go."
After leaving Beichen Courtyard and walking for a while, Song Feiwan finally let out a sigh of relief.
As she relaxed her tense body, her legs suddenly felt weak, nearly causing her to stumble.
Dongzhi quickly supported her. "Your Highness? What’s wrong?"
Song Feiwan waved her hand. "It's nothing, just a bit tired."
Dongzhi replied, "Yes, I know. You're just physically exhausted; your heart must be overjoyed."
Song Feiwan thought to herself: No, you don't understand.
Dongzhi then asked, "Your Highness, where are we going? Why aren’t you resting in Beichen Courtyard?"
Song Feiwan paused for a moment, yawning as she walked forward. "Chaoxiang Courtyard. The Prince's situation is special; he needs to live alone for now."
Dongzhi nodded in vague understanding and offered her some comforting words.
It wasn't until Song Feiwan fell asleep that she suddenly remembered something.
Wait a minute, Chaoxiang Courtyard is located at the farthest east end of the estate, making it the most distant courtyard from Beichen Courtyard.
It was one thing for the Consort to choose such a secluded place, but the key point was that she had already arranged for the courtyard to be tidied up beforehand.
It seemed she had anticipated moving in here all along.
That night, Song Feiwan was truly exhausted in body and mind; she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She was unaware of the various thoughts swirling among the people in the estate or that Xiao Yu's black eagle had come and gone.
When she woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky.
She opened her sleepy eyes and lay in bed for a moment, gathering her thoughts. As her rationality gradually returned, her beautiful fox-like eyes became clear.
"Winter Solstice," she called out.
"Your servant is here!" Winter Solstice entered the room, carrying a basin of water.
Song Feiwan sat up and asked, "Where is the prince?"
Xiao Yu was now her greatest enemy, and she needed to be fully alert to deal with him.
However, in Winter Solstice's eyes, it was interpreted differently.
The empress truly loved the prince; the first thing she did upon waking was ask about him!
"Don't worry, the prince is doing well. He woke up early, practiced martial arts, and had his meal. He heard you were still asleep and instructed the servants not to disturb you."
Winter Solstice sincerely remarked, "The prince is indeed extraordinarily handsome, graceful as jade, a true gentleman. With such thoughtfulness, it's no wonder you can't forget him. Congratulations, Your Highness; you've finally seen the moon after the clouds have cleared!"
Song Feiwan's pretty little face scrunched up as she muttered, "Talking about such ominous things so early in the morning."
Winter Solstice didn't catch that: "Hmm?"
"Has there been any news from the palace?"
"No, but two of the Rong officials have come."
Song Feiwan raised an eyebrow: "Two?"
"Rong Huan, the Prime Minister, and his legitimate son, Lord Rong Jiayi of the Dali Temple."
"When did they arrive?"
"At the end of the Mao hour."
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