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Rong Jiayi met Xiao Yu's phoenix-like gaze and detected the warning within it, momentarily taken aback. Once again, he found himself unable to control his emotions. If this continued, it would put Song Feiwan in a difficult position.
While he felt frustrated with himself, there was no sense of guilt; in fact, he even harbored a vague desire to compete with Xiao Yu. Ultimately, however, reason prevailed, and he did nothing.
After their sharp exchange of glances, Xiao Yu, satisfied to see Rong Jiayi concede, coldly remarked, "Cousin, aren't you going to clean up the trash on the ground? Trash belongs where it should be."
Xiao Feng, standing behind him, caught the underlying meaning in his words and his expression darkened further. Rong Jiayi felt no better. Who could tell if Xiao Yu was also hinting at him?
Only Song Feiwan glanced at Xiao Feng with a smug look, as if she were borrowing strength from the powerful. When Rong Jiayi sensed Xiao Yu's displeasure, a sense of delight in her cuteness rose within him once more.
After all, today was a palace banquet; for both emotional and logical reasons, he should stand alongside Xiao Yu. In that brief moment, he grasped the key to the situation and calmly saluted Xiao Yu.
"By the command of King Zunchen," he said as he straightened up and turned to coldly glare at the palace attendants nearby. "Aren't you coming over?"
The attendants bowed their heads respectfully and approached to clear away the fan that had been trampled by Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu turned to Song Feiwan and Rong Jiayi and said, "Let's go," taking the lead as he stepped forward.
As the three of them left, none paid any attention to Xiao Feng, whose features were twisted in anger. He clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Xiao Yu's retreating figure while silently cursing him: that scoundrel!
He wanted to vent his frustration on someone else but found that the attendants had already vanished from sight, which only fueled his anger further.
Soon enough, Xiao Yu and the others entered the palace. Rong Jiayi restrained himself and moved away from them to stand beside his father.
With a whoosh, several officials eagerly surrounded him, excitedly engaging in pleasantries with Xiao Yuhan, their conversation revolving around the same old topics.
What left Song Feiwan speechless was that these people all had red eyes, some even wiping their damp eyes with their sleeves, their emotions so genuine.
When they introduced themselves one by one, Song Feiwan nearly laughed. Here were the followers of Crown Prince Xiao Yan, and weren’t they supposed to be bitter enemies with Xiao Yu?
Truly, they were a political party that maneuvered through the court with great skill; their acting was so superb that it was genuinely admirable. She needed to seize this opportunity to learn from them.
Although Xiao Yu had lost his memory, he navigated this situation with ease. It was as if he was born to be in a position of power, receiving attention and admiration from all.
However, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with these people for long. He raised his hand and took hold of Song Feiwan’s hand.
The stunning woman who was secretly studying the scene raised an eyebrow.
“My consort is unwell; I must take my leave,” Xiao Yu said casually.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Song Feiwan. She felt a bit uncomfortable.
This damned villain actually used her as a shield!
The courtiers were quite perceptive, quickly responding, “Your Highness, Your Grace, please take your seats; don’t tire yourselves.”
“Your Grace, do take care of your health.”
There were also sincere compliments: “I’ve heard that Your Highness and Your Grace share a bond stronger than gold; seeing it now, Your Highness truly cares for Your Grace. Congratulations to you, Your Grace!”
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