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Rong Huan and Rong Jia Yi exchanged glances, both displaying expressions of surprise.
The Emperor said, "The King of Jiannan is unfathomable. Fourth Brother is in Beirong, and he will surely provide much intelligence about him. Moreover, he has previously annihilated the Beirong royal family in battle. Is it not worth my great reward?"
Consort Rong's anxiety turned to joy as she respectfully replied, "Your Majesty is wise!"
Rong Huan and the others echoed her sentiments.
Xiao Yu bowed again, saying, "Thank you, Father."
Song Fei Wan observed the perfectly timed joy on his face and silently praised him: "As expected of a master strategist, he has turned the situation around with just a few words."
With his meticulous methods, even if the Emperor sent someone to investigate, they would not uncover anything contrary to what he had said.
In fact, it was evident from the Emperor summoning only their close family members to the study for questioning that he harbored intentions of favoritism.
Even if Xiao Yu truly committed treason, the Emperor would not impose severe punishment on him.
However, familial affection and compassion within the royal family were luxuries too extravagant to rely upon. Once that bond was exhausted, he would be more ruthless than anyone else.
Xiao Yu was shrouded in suspicion, yet he not only escaped punishment but also received rewards and favor. This clearly demonstrated his deep understanding of power dynamics and human nature.
Despite it being midday with the sun shining brightly and a comfortable temperature in the study, Song Fei Wan felt a cold sweat trickle down her back at the thought of this man’s terrifying calculations.
She could not place her hopes on him forgetting or being lenient towards her forever.
It was imperative to carve out an escape route for herself without delay!
As she pondered, the atmosphere in the study returned to one of warmth and harmony.
The Emperor summoned the imperial physician to examine Xiao Yu.
An experienced physician with a serious demeanor entered, bowing respectfully to the nobles present.
"Physician Zhao, please take a look at Prince Chen," Consort Rong urged.
"Yes."
Zhao?
Song Feiwan looked at Rong Jiayi, her eyes filled with inquiry: "Is it the person you mentioned?"
Rong Jiayi blinked: "Yes."
Zhao Yuyi was so serious that she could hardly imagine him pestering Rong Jiayi to take her as his master.
While others failed to notice the subtle exchange between her and Rong Jiayi, the perceptive Xiao Yu did. His brows furrowed slightly.
What were these two doing, exchanging glances in front of him?
Speaking of which, it was Song Feiwan who saved Rong Jiayi's life. How come he didn’t know they were this close?
Xiao Yu felt uncomfortable, as if a thorn had lodged itself in his heart, making him view Rong Jiayi with increasing disdain.
At the same time, an oppressive aura surrounded him.
Zhao Yuyi, who was checking Xiao Yu's pulse, appeared calm on the surface but was actually anxious inside.
He hoped he hadn’t offended His Highness the Crown Prince. Did the prince dislike him treating him?
What a predicament!
Worried for his own life, Zhao Yuyi focused intently on his diagnosis.
After a quarter of an hour, he finally withdrew his fingers and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a white cloth.
Consort Rong was even more anxious than the injured Xiao Yu and hurriedly asked, "How is he?"
Zhao Yuyi slowly began to explain, similar to what he had previously diagnosed for Xiao Yu.
With a head injury, Zhao Yuyi dared not prescribe anything too strong; instead, he wrote out a prescription for calming the heart and soothing the mind.
There were indeed better treatment methods available, but Song Feiwan would certainly not want to take the spotlight; she simply listened quietly.
"Your Highness can take this prescription for a while and observe the effects." Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuyi changed his tone and inquired if the Crown Princess also understood medicine and had diagnosed His Highness before?
Several pairs of eyes turned toward her.
Song Feiwan felt speechless. What grudge did this Zhao Yuyi have against her? Why drag her into this?
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