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Even without his words, she could sense his intention to reconcile. Holding the medicinal herb, Song Feiwan felt a mix of emotions and remained silent for a moment. This was indeed the medicine she needed, hard to come by, and there was no way she could refuse it. She placed the herbs back and closed the box.
Looking at Xiao Yu, her expression softened slightly. "Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."
Xiao Yu's eyes seemed to glimmer with a hint of brightness as his thin lips curved into a faint smile. "There’s no need for such formality, Princess." He still hadn’t mentioned the medical clinic but naturally shifted the topic. In two days, there would be a palace banquet.
"Mm," Song Feiwan replied.
"I received intelligence that the Xu family has secretly visited the Crown Prince and has been plotting for quite some time."
"The Xu family? Xu Xianzhi?" That man had previously caused trouble at her clinic and later ended up dead in the Dali Temple.
"Exactly." Xiao Yu gazed at her, his tone steady and calm. "I’m worried they might target us during the banquet, so unless absolutely necessary, do not leave my side."
Song Feiwan opened her mouth, wanting to say that this banquet was prepared for him; everyone’s eyes would be on him. Did the Xu family really have the audacity to cause trouble at such a critical moment? But then she recalled how foolish Xu Xianzhi had been; if his parents acted impulsively, they might indeed do something reckless.
Xiao Yu was skilled in martial arts and could defend against assassination attempts; she had medical knowledge and could identify if anyone attempted to poison them. Together, they were indeed taking a safer approach.
"I understand," she replied with a faint smile. "Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness."
Throughout their conversation, he hadn’t apologized, nor had she expressed forgiveness. Yet when their eyes met, an unspoken understanding broke the ice.
When it was time for lunch, the three of them dined together. Under the subtle hint from Consort Rong, Song Feiwan walked Xiao Yu partway out.
The palace attendants were quite perceptive and kept their distance, allowing them enough space to talk.
"Let’s stop here," Xiao Yu said lazily as he glanced at the trees ahead. "If anything else comes crawling onto me, it’ll just be another hassle."
Song Feiwan felt her ears flush red and shot him an annoyed glare.
She indeed did just that.
Xiao Yu had been watching her, and upon seeing this, he let out a scoff.
"Song Feiwan, it seems your courage has grown after just a few days apart."
She replied with her lips, "This humble servant dares not," while her heart thought, Of course, I dare to slap you again. The mark on your face has just faded, hasn't it?
Indeed, it had just faded.
Song Feiwan's eyes widened in surprise. She was certain she hadn't spoken her thoughts aloud!
The curve of Xiao Yu's lips deepened. He was practically grinning from ear to ear; how hard could it be to guess his thoughts?
After a long time of itching fingers, he couldn't resist any longer. He raised his hand and pinched her delicate cheek. Knowing she was prone to leaving marks, he didn't apply much pressure.
When he pinched her, she froze in shock, her fox-like eyes widening.
Xiao Yu was in high spirits; he rubbed his knuckles against her cheek before finally letting go.
"Your Highness?"
Song Feiwan suddenly realized: had she just been taken lightly by him?
Yet she didn’t feel anger at the spot he had touched; instead, there was still a lingering sweetness.
Xiao Yu carefully observed her long, fair neck as it returned to its usual grace.
"Alright then, I shall take my leave. See you at the palace banquet."
The man waved his hand at her and turned to walk away, striding confidently into the glow of the setting sun.
Song Feiwan stood there for a moment, watching his tall figure grow more distant with each step. His gait exuded a sense of freedom and ease.
Unconsciously, she reached out to touch the spot where he had just made contact with her cheek and couldn't help but chuckle: this man...
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