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His arrival was equivalent to her impending doom!
Rong Jiayi noticed the terror in her eyes and comforted her, "Don't be afraid. I will protect you. Just gather your most important belongings. We won't take anything else; I'll get you out of the city right away."
Song Feiwan's heart raced as she nodded, her face pale. "Okay, I'll do it now!"
She turned and rushed off, not bothering to explain anything to He Miao. She just urged her to quickly grab their household registration and money so they could leave together.
He Miao was nearly brought to tears by Song Feiwan's serious expression, choking out, "Alright, alright, I'll just lock the door."
"Don't lock it!" Song Feiwan shouted sharply as she dashed outside, leaving everything behind.
If they didn't run now, they would truly lose their lives!
Unfortunately, before they could reach the carriage, the sound of thundering hooves echoed from outside the alley.
Song Feiwan's face drained of color as she looked up in horror to see a group of men in black riding towards them.
At the forefront was a tall, striking man with dark hair and a jade crown—Xiao Yu!
He pulled on the reins tightly, his abyss-like eyes locking onto her face without blinking.
Before speaking, he smiled slightly.
"Princess, it's been months. I hope you have been well." His voice was deep and magnetic, undeniably captivating.
Yet at that moment, it sounded like a death knell to her ears!
Song Feiwan was so frightened that she nearly forgot how to breathe; everything went dark before her eyes, and she almost collapsed.
Fortunately, Rong Jiayi was quick to catch her.
Xiao Yu's gaze fell on his hand, and his eyes narrowed with a chilling intensity that seemed capable of slicing through flesh!
The sight of the two standing together pierced Xiao Yu's vision like a dagger; his temples throbbed with fury.
Without needing to ask, he knew that it was Rong Jiayi who had been obstructing him all this time.
Song Feiwan truly had remarkable skills—first escaping the capital with Ning Yuqin's help, and now being protected by Rong Jiayi!
What kind of relationship did these two have?
As Xiao Yu pondered this for a moment, rage consumed him; his eyes turned bloodshot as he suddenly drew his sword!
"Get lost!" The tip of his sword pointed directly at Rong Jiayi.
Rong Jiayi stood in front of Song Feiwan, unmoving.
The two men locked icy gazes, invisible sparks flying between them. The air was thick with murderous intent, signaling their resolve to fight to the death.
“Xiao Yu,” Rong Jiayi said, “let’s talk.”
“Do you even deserve to speak my name?” Xiao Yu retorted, his voice dripping with disdain. “You know very well the relationship I have with Song Feiwan. You not only failed to inform me of her presence here, but you also helped her deceive me! What are your true intentions?”
The thought that Rong Jiayi had been coveting Song Feiwan and was trying to take advantage of the situation ignited a furious rage within Xiao Yu, intensifying his murderous aura.
He growled, “Rong Jiayi, you are unworthy to be a minister, let alone a brother! Get out of my way!”
Rong Jiayi’s face darkened at his words. “Calm down! If it weren’t for your mistakes in the first place, Wanwan wouldn’t have had to hide away in a place like this! Who are you putting on this show for?”
“I made mistakes? Ha!” Xiao Yu laughed maniacally, his eyes fixed on Song Feiwan as he shouted, “Come on, tell him what I did wrong!”
With each of his shouts, Song Feiwan trembled. It wasn’t just guilt or fear; it was a bone-deep terror that gripped her heart.
Thoughts raced through her mind: Xiao Yu would definitely kill her! Absolutely!
She stammered, wanting to apologize to Xiao Yu, but her throat was dry; she couldn’t utter a single word.
Avoiding his gaze, she felt like a leaf caught in an autumn wind, trembling and on the verge of falling.
Rong Jiayi sensed something was off but remained steadfastly by Song Feiwan’s side, angrily addressing Xiao Yu: “You’re scaring her.”
Xiao Yu’s dwindling patience was completely ignited. He no longer restrained his killing intent and coldly declared, “If you won’t let her go, then die.”
With that, he drew his sword and swung it down towards Rong Jiayi!
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