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After speaking, she turned around and left without looking back at the carriage.
Rong Jiayi wanted to stop her, but he was blocked by the tall and imposing figure of Xiao Yu.
Once Song Feiwan had walked far away, Rong Jiayi stared at Xiao Yu and asked, "What do you intend to do by taking her back?"
Xiao Yu coldly replied, "This has nothing to do with you."
Rong Jiayi's years of composure nearly shattered. "To you, she may have made mistakes, but she has done kindness to me and An Ning. She is a woman I admire. Even if it costs me my life, I will never allow you to humiliate her."
The words "admire" struck a nerve in Xiao Yu, reminding him of what Song Feiwan had just said about being unworthy. It provoked him completely.
In a fit of rage, he grabbed Rong Jiayi by the collar, his eyes blood-red and filled with fury as he glared at him. "She is my princess; who are you to protect her? You think you are worthy?"
Rong Jiayi glared back defiantly at Xiao Yu, but then he was shaken by the tumultuous emotions swirling in Xiao Yu's phoenix-like eyes.
Within them lay something that resonated with both himself and Song Feiwan. What kind of feelings did he have for Song Feiwan?
Rong Jiayi and Xiao Yu had grown up together; he understood what kind of person Xiao Yu was. For him, it was simply a matter of liking or disliking someone, not about guilt or innocence.
While others might prefer to wrongfully kill rather than let someone go free, he would rather kill indiscriminately. He was even ruthless towards himself.
Song Feiwan had managed to manipulate him completely; how could Rong Jiayi trust her in Xiao Yu's hands? If Xiao Yu were to torture her mercilessly, it would still be too lenient!
But now, Rong Jiayi suddenly felt uncertain. He opened his mouth and asked, "Aren't you going to kill her?"
Xiao Yu suddenly laughed, a myriad of emotions flickering in his eyes that left Rong Jiayi momentarily stunned.
"If I wanted to kill her, I would have done so long ago."
As his low murmur echoed, it sounded like thunderclaps in Rong Jiayi's ears. His eyes widened in shock as a voice inside him grew clearer and clearer.
Xiao Yu ignored his reaction and forcefully pushed Rong Jiayi away with disgust.
He understood better than anyone that he had countless opportunities to take action against Song Feiwan. From their very first meeting, she had shown so many flaws. If he had truly wanted to, he could have investigated her thoroughly and found irrefutable evidence to expose her. With his temperament, he wouldn’t even need confirmation; if he wanted her dead, he could simply do it.
Yet, even now, despite the anger boiling within him upon finding Song Feiwan, he couldn't bring himself to act. Instead, he confined her to the bed, losing all rationality as he demanded more and more from her, using it as proof that she was alive—vividly alive beside him. No matter how much he wished otherwise, he had to admit that on the night of the Lantern Festival, when he learned she might not be dead, the first feeling that surged within him was pure ecstasy.
If only he could kill her.
Now, enduring the humiliation she inflicted upon him, he couldn’t shake off the thought that in her heart, there was no place for him at all. Xiao Yu truly despised this situation; he wished he could plunge a dagger into his own heart to end the humiliation once and for all. It was utterly disgraceful—so disgraceful.
Having already suffered such embarrassment, revealing his feelings to Song Feiwan would be akin to shattering every bone in his body and trampling himself into the mud. His years of pride and self-respect forbade him from doing such a thing. Even if the fig leaf of dignity was nearly useless to him, he still couldn't bring himself to tear it away.
As for what he would do with Song Feiwan upon bringing her back to the capital, he had no clear plan in mind. At most, he wanted her to experience his pain—to see her struggle and plead for mercy, to witness her despair and remorse. But no matter how one looked at it, that was between him and Song Feiwan. He would not allow any other man even the slightest chance to approach her.
Two tall men stood silently facing each other, their appearances somewhat similar. After a moment, Rong Jiayi lowered his gaze and took a half step back in defeat.
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