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Song Feiwan did not think too much until Zhou Zheng complimented her with a smile, saying, "Your Highness's compassion and thoughtfulness towards the Consort truly make others envious."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and Rong Jiayi also heard it, his gaze turning somewhat obscure.
Though Song Feiwan was puzzled by his reaction, she still felt a bit embarrassed. She glanced at Zhou Zheng, wondering if this was what Consort Rong meant by being clever.
In contrast to her confusion, Xiao Yu showed a look of approval on his face. He released Song Feiwan's hand, but just before they completely parted, his fingers seemed to unintentionally brush against her.
A tingling sensation coursed through her fingers, causing her to curl them slightly and tuck them into her sleeve.
When she looked up at Xiao Yu, his flawless profile remained unchanged, his expression as usual. It was probably just an accidental touch.
Rong Jiayi approached and cupped his hands in greeting. "Greetings to Prince Chen and Princess Chen."
His voice still carried a slight rasp, but it seemed he had recovered well as the volume returned to normal.
"There's no need for formalities, Cousin," Xiao Yu said with a gentle smile.
Rong Jiayi restrained himself from looking at Song Feiwan too much and continued speaking to Xiao Yu. "Regarding the official position that His Majesty is preparing to bestow..."
He paused midway, taking the opportunity to glance at her.
Song Feiwan understood and proactively pointed to the side. "Your Highness, you and Lord Rong can continue your discussion; I will go over there."
Xiao Yu replied, "Mm. Don't go too far."
She winked knowingly and smiled, "Understood."
The feeling of being unable to intervene left a sense of frustration in Rong Jiayi's heart that lingered long after she turned away.
When he met Xiao Yu's unfathomable gaze, Rong Jiayi's pupils suddenly trembled. He himself did not understand why he felt guilty.
"Please continue, Cousin," Xiao Yu said as if he noticed nothing amiss, maintaining his smile.
Song Feiwan walked slowly in her embroidered shoes across the white marble-paved courtyard of the palace, taking her time as she strolled back and forth.
She was equally curious about what position the Emperor would bestow upon Xiao Yu.
"Imperial Sister-in-law?" A strange male voice drew her attention.
She turned around to see a man, also dressed in court attire, approaching her. He appeared to be around twenty years old, with fairly delicate features. He stared at her unabashedly, his eyes filled with a strange light, even licking his lips with his tongue.
Song Feiwan's first impression of him was not very good.
As he stood still, the scent around him became overwhelming, causing her to sneeze repeatedly. His face was adorned with powder, and his lips were coated with a soft red gloss; he had even drawn on his eyebrows.
In this dynasty, it was rare for men to wear makeup, which made Song Feiwan feel a sense of wariness.
She looked at him coldly and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
The newcomer opened his folding fan with a flourish and waved it up and down.
"It’s normal for Imperial Sister-in-law not to recognize her subjects," he said playfully, his voice sounding as if he had something stuck in his throat. "I am the fifth son of the Emperor, granted the title of Duke Su."
What did the title "Su" have to do with him?
"Prince Su," she replied politely before glancing in Xiao Yu's direction.
Compared to the oily-haired and powdered Prince Su, even the villainous characters seemed endearing.
Coincidentally, Xiao Yu was also looking at her.
He frowned slightly and raised his hand to interrupt Rong Jiayi's words before striding over in her direction.
Rong Jiayi hesitated for a moment but followed behind him.
Prince Su, Xiao Feng, had his gaze locked on Song Feiwan and was completely oblivious to the approach of the two men.
Leaning forward slightly, he spoke to Song Feiwan in an obviously flirtatious tone: "I have long heard that Imperial Sister-in-law is breathtakingly beautiful, a true flower among women. Today’s meeting confirms it; my elder brother is truly fortunate to have such a lovely wife."
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