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She explained grandly, "Your Highness, I sincerely apologize. The Consort said she is tired today and has gone to rest."
In the autumn, the days are short; the sun had only just set for half an hour, yet Song Feiwan had retired far too early. He had come and gone, and still hadn't had his evening meal.
Winter Solstice politely asked, "Shall I wake the Consort?"
Forget it. Xiao Yu waved his hand and turned to leave.
In the following days, several drizzles of autumn rain fell, and the weather grew increasingly cold. One morning, when Song Feiwan got out of bed, she found a layer of silver frost covering the ground. The trees in the courtyard had leaves that were withering and yellowing, littering the ground.
Under the pretense of nurturing her health, she hardly stepped outside her door. In reality, she spent a significant amount of time preparing medicinal herbs. She did see Xiao Yu a few times; coincidentally, each time they met, Sang Zhen would send someone to summon him for various trivial reasons. Most of the time, Xiao Yu would ignore it.
That afternoon, with the sun unexpectedly warm, Song Feiwan had a servant bring out a grand chair for her to sit in and bask in the sunlight. Xiao Yu was on break but was not idle; he brought official documents with him and sat beside her, reviewing them at a leisurely pace.
Neither spoke; the atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious until Zhuo Xing rushed over, breaking the silence.
He held a food box in his hands and after greeting her said, "Your Highness, guess what this is?"
Xiao Yu glanced at Song Feiwan before impatiently saying, "Stop wasting time."
Zhuo chuckled and opened the food box to reveal its contents: snacks made by Sister Sang Zhen herself—crispy pastries filled with white sugar that were particularly delicious! It had been a long time since anyone had tasted them!
Xiao Yu showed no interest and replied, "Then you can eat it. Stop bothering me."
However, Zhuo pushed the food box forward. "I have some already; this is specially sent by Sister Sang Zhen for you and the Consort to enjoy."
Xiao Yu's furrowed brow remained tense as he instinctively looked at Song Feiwan.
Song Feiwan's beautiful and delicate face showed no signs of dissatisfaction. She straightened up from the armchair and said curiously, "It does smell quite nice."
Zhuo replied, "Indeed! This is our unique dish; even the best cooks can't replicate this flavor! Your Highness, would you like to try some?"
"Sure," Song Feiwan responded. She picked up a piece and took small, slow bites.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu felt he could not say anything further, his phoenix eyes cold and solemn. As they left Chaoxia Courtyard, he coldly instructed Zhuo, "Take the food box and follow the prince."
Zhuo respectfully complied.
Xiao Yu went directly to Sang Zhen's courtyard. She had changed into a dress from the Great Zhou dynasty but styled her hair in a youthful bun, hanging out bedding to dry in the courtyard.
Upon seeing him approach, she was surprised. "Your Highness? A Dian hasn't woken up yet; should I go check on him?"
"No need," Xiao Yu replied indifferently. "Sang Zhen, your reach has become a bit too long."
Sang Zhen stiffened, feeling guilty as she said, "Your Highness, I—I don’t understand what you mean."
"What is there not to understand?" Xiao Yu said without holding back. "Aside from this box of pastries, the prince is unaware of what else you've done to win favor with those around him."
Previously, out of consideration for your relationship with Tu, I gave you some face. I never expected you to become so bold. The prince made it clear on your first day in the residence that he would not marry you.
Now that A Dian’s health has improved, you should move out of the residence as soon as possible."
With each word Xiao Yu spoke, Sang Zhen's face grew paler until it was devoid of color. Tears welled in her eyes as she sorrowfully asked him, "Your Highness, Tu saved you—how can you treat us like this?"
Xiao Yu sneered coldly, "And what of that?"
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