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Song Feiwan slowly stood up, gazing at Xiao Yu's retreating figure. At this moment, if she were to call out to him, would he come back? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that Sang Zhen was a necessary part of her escape from this place, so she couldn't hold Xiao Yu back. As he walked away, she didn't utter a single word.
A sense of suffocation crept into her heart, like tiny insects gnawing at her insides. She raised her hand to cover her heart, smiling with a mix of helplessness and self-mockery. Fortunately, she hadn't fallen in love with Xiao Yu yet.
Xiao Yu strode into Sang Zhen's courtyard, ignoring the servants kneeling in greeting as he headed straight for A Dian's room. The little boy's face was flushed bright red, his eyes closed, and a damp cloth pressed against his forehead. Sang Zhen held his hand, keeping vigil by his bedside. The doctor was bustling about in the room, and upon seeing Xiao Yu, quickly offered his respects.
Sang Zhen turned her head, her eyes red and filled with tears as she spoke in a choked voice, "Your Highness, you finally came. I truly didn't know what to do before A Dian's fever broke."
Xiao Yu asked calmly, "What is the situation now?"
Sang Zhen replied, "He has been sweating; there are signs of the fever subsiding."
Xiao Yu nodded. "Let the doctor continue to monitor him."
After saying this, he turned to leave when Sang Zhen's brow furrowed with urgency and she called out to him.
"Your Highness, please wait!"
Xiao Yu turned back, his dark brows slightly knitted together. "Aren't you going to stay a little longer? A Dian has been crying and wanting to see you."
Xiao Yu's lips curled into a cold smile as if he had heard a joke. "I am not a doctor; how can I help him by staying?"
Realizing her mistake, Sang Zhen closed her mouth in frustration.
Before him stood Xiao Yu, a figure revered by countless people since his days on the grasslands, known as the King of Ganan. He was even more exalted, a presence that seemed untouchable—His Highness, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou.
How could a mere child like A Dian, who cried and fussed, ever have the right to meet him?
Xiao Yu withdrew his gaze, his chiseled profile exuding an air of indifference.
"The physician and servants have already made arrangements for you. If you need anything, just ask them."
Sang Zhen discerned the underlying meaning in his words: he was tired of being bothered. She lowered her head and obediently replied, "Yes, thank you for your consideration, Your Highness."
Once Xiao Yu had walked away, she clenched her fist in frustration, determination flickering in her eyes. She reassured herself that at least this time, when A Dian fell ill, he had come without saying a word.
In Xiao Yu's heart, there must be some regard for her and her son. Since she had decided to take a gamble and come to the capital, she would gradually increase that regard.
Xiao Yu returned to Song Feiwan's Chaoxia Courtyard. Located at the far eastern edge of the royal residence, the courtyard was aptly named for the morning glow it received.
On his way back, he had been dissatisfied with how far Chaoxia Courtyard was from Beichen Courtyard and had wanted to find an excuse to have Song Feiwan move into his courtyard. However, he still hadn’t clarified the strange occurrences from his memories; hastily asking her to move felt like an embarrassing act driven by infatuation.
Such a proud man as he could not easily set aside his dignity. Thus, even though this thought lingered in his mind, he refrained from taking immediate action.
Each time he pondered this matter later on, regret washed over him; he tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep through the night.
Now, standing outside Song Feiwan's room, he noticed that all the lights inside had been extinguished. Dong Zhi and several other servants approached him respectfully and bowed.
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