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"Isn't that going to require acting all day? That would be exhausting!"
Song Feiwan shook her head repeatedly, giving up on her struggle.
Xiao Yu's frustration did not lessen as a result. He even regretted asking for her opinion; he should have just moved in directly. After all, the entire Prince Chen's residence belonged to him, including her.
However, a few days ago, they had shared the same bed, and the next morning, he found her missing from his side.
Forget it. Considering she had just endured a double blow, he decided to give her a little more time.
The servants tidied up and quietly retreated.
Song Feiwan looked at Xiao Yu, puzzled as to why he hadn’t left.
Xiao Yu smirked slightly and asked nonchalantly, "What medicine do you need to detoxify?"
He took paper and pen from the table and handed them to Song Feiwan, urging her to write it down.
With a cautious grip on the pen, she tentatively asked, "Are you going to help me find the medicine, Your Highness?"
Her careful demeanor only deepened his frustration. He was irritated by her lack of trust and the distance between them.
A thought crossed his mind: perhaps it would have been better if he had never remembered at all.
Bitter words swirled in his throat but were swallowed back down completely.
He responded with a faint "mm."
Song Feiwan's eyes lit up with surprise, finally breaking into a faint smile. "Thank you, Your Highness!"
After speaking, she lowered her head and wrote down an entire page of medicinal ingredients.
Because she was wary of others, only part of what she wrote was useful for her detoxification.
"Your Highness, I’m done writing."
Xiao Yu picked up the still-damp paper and noticed the mention of the Xiaming Flower. He looked up and asked her, "The Xiaming Flower you bought from me before—was it for detoxification?"
"Yes," Song Feiwan said sincerely. "At that time, there was only this one flower in the entire capital. Fortunately, Your Highness was willing to part with it; otherwise, I would have died months ago."
She intended it as a joke to lighten the atmosphere, but to her surprise, Xiao Yu's expression darkened even further. Immediately feeling guilty, she closed her mouth.
"I found this for you," Xiao Yu said, carefully putting away the piece of paper before leaving.
Song Feiwan let out a sigh of relief, realizing only then that she had narrowly escaped a dire situation, cold sweat trickling down her back.
In the following days, she focused on recuperating and stayed indoors. Every day during the Winter Solstice, Dong Zhi would report back to her with any news he had gathered. The Song residence remained surrounded by soldiers from the Prince of Chen's manor, and those inside were left helpless, their cries for help falling on deaf ears.
As for the Crown Prince...
Song Feiwan saw him every day.
It felt as if life had returned to how it was before. He would come back in the evening, bathe and change clothes, then visit her room to share dinner together.
The difference now was that he brought her gifts each time. Sometimes it was a silk handkerchief; other times, a wooden comb. They weren't precious items chosen with great care but rather things he picked up casually while out and about that he thought would suit her.
Song Feiwan accepted each gift with a warm thank you.
They chatted like ordinary married couples, discussing trivial matters. Anyone witnessing this scene would never guess how tense their relationship had been before.
Today, before leaving, Xiao Yu said to Song Feiwan, "It's late autumn now; the weather is getting colder. Why not take advantage of these clear days and go for a walk? If you'd like to go somewhere farther away, I can escort you."
This was exactly what Song Feiwan had been waiting for. She shook her head and replied, "Whether riding or taking a carriage for too long is tiring. I think I'll just stroll around the medical clinic instead."
Her words effectively turned down his invitation to go out together. His thin lips pressed together slightly in response.
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