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"Let's eat first." After a pause, he said, "I originally intended to come with you."
Song Feiwan was momentarily taken aback. Was this proud and aloof man actually trying to explain himself to her?
As her resentment faded, a hint of bitterness surfaced. Regardless of whether he had feelings for Sang Zhen or not, the debt of gratitude was indelible. If he could be ensnared by her once, there would surely be a second and third time.
And then there was A Dian; their relationship seemed unusual as well.
She lowered her gaze, serving Xiao Yusheng a bowl of soup, and casually asked, "Your Highness, do you speak Beirong dialect well?"
Xiao Yu's eyes were fixed on her, revealing no hint of displeasure.
As she relaxed, an uncomfortable feeling crept in. He must not know Sang Zhen's intentions; that was why he wasn't jealous, right? She cared for him so deeply that she forgot about her own feelings and even contemplated death to express her resolve.
Yet here he was, not planning to marry Sang Zhen himself. Perhaps it was better not to tell her about the customs of the grasslands.
Once A Dian had recovered, he would send them both to another residence.
Lost in thought, he responded with a simple "mm."
Song Feiwan smiled and asked him, "So what does A Dian call you?"
Xiao Yu calmly took a sip of soup and replied, "Strange? If you want to learn Beirong dialect, I can teach you."
He avoided the question, dimming Song Feiwan's expression slightly. However, since she had just lowered her gaze, Xiao Yu did not notice.
"I wouldn't have any use for it anyway; I won't learn," she said.
After their meal, Song Feiwan excused herself to read medical texts and headed to the study first.
Xiao Yu watched her leave for a long moment before finally getting up to follow.
The next day, Steward Sun reported that he had arranged accommodations for Sang Zhen and her son as instructed by Song Feiwan. He had also invited a physician to help them recover.
The courtyard was closer to the North Star Courtyard than the Morning Glow Courtyard. The layout was neither too large nor too small; it was sufficient for their needs.
Butler Sun, adhering to his duties, finished his report and was about to take his leave when Song Feiwan called out to him. "Do you recognize anyone who speaks Beirong?"
Butler Sun paused for a moment. "Your Highness, I have a basic understanding of it. Why do you ask?"
Song Feiwan pondered for a moment before reciting the two phrases that A Dian had spoken in Beirong the day before. "These should be the pronunciations. Do you know what they mean?"
Butler Sun nodded. "If the pronunciations are correct, the first one means 'bad woman,' and the second is 'Ah.'"
Song Feiwan fell silent for a moment before softly saying, "I see. You may go now." She was not surprised by the term 'bad woman' and was too weary to feel anger over a child's mischief. What truly concerned her was that second term, 'Ah.'
Given Xiao Yu's tacit acceptance at that time, it was clear he was accustomed to being called that by A Dian. If she were Sang Zhen, she would certainly probe Xiao Yu about how far he would go for A Dian.
Sure enough, that very evening, as Xiao Yu stepped into Chaoxia Courtyard, a young servant from Sang Zhen's side rushed over in haste.
"Your Highness, it's urgent! Young Master A Dian has developed a high fever; the situation is critical. You must go see him at once!"
Xiao Yu frowned and left behind a brief reply: "You eat first," before turning and hastily making his way out.
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