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Song Feiwan was reading a book, preparing medicinal herbs, and had summoned a palace maid from Bixiao Palace to come and check her pulse and prescribe some medicine. Time passed quickly.
On the day of the palace banquet, she had not seen Xiao Yu again. She felt relaxed and calm, occasionally thinking of him with a hint of anticipation.
The banquet began in the evening. After her midday rest, Song Feiwan allowed the palace maids to bathe her, style her hair, and dress her up. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, she was adorned from her fingertips to her hair with exquisite fragrances.
She changed into the royal consort's ceremonial attire, made from luxurious fabric that was not only expensive but also vibrantly beautiful. Ordinary women could hardly carry such opulent colors; however, with her stunning beauty and exceptional grace, all the fine garments and precious jewelry merely served as embellishments beside her.
When she stood before the mirror, the palace maids were so mesmerized by her beauty that they lost their voices for a while before regaining their senses and showering her with compliments. Song Feiwan smiled gently, turned around, and left her chamber to pay respects to Consort Rong.
To her surprise, Xiao Yu had already arrived. He wore similarly luxurious court attire, with golden threads embroidered along the collar and cuffs depicting majestic dragons. His outer robe matched hers in color, and upon seeing him, three words flashed through her mind: couple's outfit.
Looking at his face, which bore a regal charm akin to a celestial being, he was breathtakingly handsome beyond words. She silently admired him in her heart while a gentle smile blossomed on her face.
Recalling Consort Rong's instructions, she did not perform her greeting carelessly but instead asked, "Your Highness, you have arrived?"
Their eyes met; Xiao Yu's phoenix-like eyes were dark and profound, concealing his emotions beneath a deep sea of mystery, revealing only a hint of astonishment.
"Yes. Is everything well with the consort?"
Song Feiwan nodded; the hairpin atop her head swayed gently with her movement.
Xiao Yu's gaze darkened slightly as he felt his heart sway in response.
As they spoke, Consort Rong approached them affectionately and took Song Feiwan's hand.
While admiring her, she sighed in admiration: "Feiwan truly deserves to be one of the most beautiful women in the capital. Even without makeup, she captivates everyone; now that she is dressed up, she surpasses all others in this imperial city."
Song Feiwan felt embarrassed and humbly replied, "Mother Consort, you are the one who is unmatched in both talent and beauty, with an ethereal grace that exudes nobility. In your presence, I can only feel inferior."
Consort Rong paused for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Well, you certainly know how to talk," said Consort Rong with a playful smirk. Just a moment ago, when Yu'er came over, I asked him how I looked in this outfit, and he imitated your tone and said it was fine.
Song Feiwan shot a glance at Xiao Yu: "Pfft."
Consort Rong added, "I really want to give him a good smack for that."
Song Feiwan could easily imagine the impatient look on the face of the main antagonist. Asking him to compliment someone was indeed a bit of a challenge, which made her chuckle.
Knowing that Consort Rong didn't truly dislike Xiao Yu, Song Feiwan graciously said, "Men are like this; they don't understand how to dress up. Please don't hold it against him, Mother."
Consort Rong teased her back, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything more."
She felt genuinely happy for the two of them reconciling.
Song Feiwan felt her ears heat up under her mother's gaze and quickly changed the subject. "Mother, shall we set off now?"
Consort Rong replied, "I need to go see the Empress Dowager first and then gather with the other consorts to greet His Majesty. You two go ahead."
"Alright," Song Feiwan agreed.
Xiao Yu rose from his chair and walked over to Song Feiwan with steady and measured steps.
Consort Rong turned to him and instructed, "Fuhua will accompany me. You two take Zhou Zheng with you; he’s always sharp-witted. There will be many people at the palace banquet, so keep an eye on your princess."
Xiao Yu slightly parted his lips, his voice calm and magnetic as he replied, "Understood, Mother."
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