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Song Feiwan's ears perked up even more. How could she have forgotten to ask such an important question! It was clear that she didn't regard Xiao Yu as her husband; otherwise, she wouldn't be indifferent to whom he married. This simply wouldn't do! She couldn't let her true feelings slip.
Her bright, fox-like eyes anxiously fixed on Xiao Yu, her fingertips pressed against the table so hard that they turned white. To be honest, she couldn't imagine how Xiao Yu interacted with women. In the books, his ambitions were broader than the heavens, and he pursued only power, fame, and wealth, completely dismissing matters of the heart.
There might not even be a woman in this world who could change him. Yet, she sincerely hoped that he had married in Beirong. That way, she could take advantage of the situation and claim that he had wronged her, perhaps even leading to a separation!
"Quickly say you’re married! Quickly say you’re married!" she chanted in her heart.
Then, a deep and magnetic voice clearly reached her ears, and Song Feiwan nearly revealed her longing expression. How infuriating that no one had dealt with this troublemaker!
Concubine Rong let out a sigh of relief and joyfully said, "Well then. Otherwise, I would truly worry about where Feiwan would go."
Fearing that Xiao Yu would notice something amiss, Song Feiwan obediently lowered her head like a good little wife.
Xiao Yu's meaningful gaze fell upon her: "I have heard that my son has feelings for the princess."
Concubine Rong said with pity, "Yes, these past few years have been hard on her. A few months ago, during your maternal grandfather's birthday banquet, she couldn't bear the shock and almost followed you."
"Knowing you would never return, she resolutely married you and took care of the Crown Prince's residence for you. She has also been very filial to me and your father; she truly is a child."
"My son," Concubine Rong continued, "now that you are back, you must treat her well and not let her suffer any more sadness. Do you understand?"
Xiao Yu's dark phoenix eyes deepened further. Did Song Feiwan really have it in her to sacrifice herself for him? If it were just that, would she be able to gain the trust of the Emperor and the Concubine? What other means had she employed?
After a moment of silence, Song Feiwan lifted her head gently and said, "Mother, the Crown Prince has just returned. Let's give him some time."
Concubine Rong's heart ached even more. She thought to herself, foolish child, you care for Xiao Yu in every way. What if he never remembers and turns to someone else? What will you do then? Men are often fickle; if that day comes, don’t stay by his side and suffer. I will find you another match.
Alas, I fear you are too stubborn and won’t agree.
The Emperor, having spent many years with her, understood her expression to some extent. He cleared his throat and said, "Shu'er, let the children handle their own matters."
Concubine Rong was taken aback. The Emperor was right; her concern had caused confusion.
Glancing at Qi, who was peeking in, she added thoughtfully, "I can manage things here alone; don’t let me delay your important business."
The Emperor's eyes showed approval. "I shall return to the palace first."
Concubine Rong and the others rose to see him off.
The Emperor looked at Xiao Yu and said, "It’s not easy for you to return. Why not stay in the palace for a while and spend more time with your mother?"
Xiao Yu lowered his head. "Yes, Father."
Concubine Rong was delighted. "Then Feiwan should stay too? We can talk."
The Emperor furrowed his brow for a moment but ultimately did not dismiss Concubine Rong's wishes. "As for you, Princess Consort Chen, since you are residing here, the Fourth Prince can go to Tianji Palace. It’s closer to me, making it convenient for me to find him."
Concubine Rong wanted to say that there were empty rooms in Bixiao Palace and that it wasn’t necessary for them as a couple to move in together.
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