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Rong Jiayi stood silently on the ground, watching Xiao Yu's team fade into the distance, the sound of hooves stirring up clouds of dust.
He had lost.
After all the twists and turns, from the past to the present, he realized he was merely an outsider between Song Feiwan and Xiao Yu. Yet he couldn't tell whether he had lost to Xiao Yu or to Song Feiwan herself. She was like a shooting star, brilliantly streaking across his night sky, heading toward a distant place that did not belong to him. How could an ordinary person ever hold onto a star?
Rong Jiayi tilted his head back and closed his reddened eyes.
Xiao Yu had come from the capital to Jiangnan, but it had only been a few short days. He returned with Song Feiwan, yet it took them over ten days. Along the way, they did not stay in inns but rested in private residences instead. Xiao Yu took on the role of host, proving that these properties belonged to him.
Song Feiwan couldn't help but marvel inwardly: besides the land deed presented by Butler Sun earlier, Xiao Yu had so many other properties unknown to others. Just how powerful was he?
Before long, she found herself too distracted to ponder this further. Because Xiao Yu was sharing the same room and bed with her. After those three days in Wujin City, he had not touched her again, leaving her unable to decipher his thoughts. She even speculated whether his punishment had ended.
However, on their first night away from home, as they lay silently in bed together, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her fiercely, as if unable to control himself.
Half a month passed like this, and Song Feiwan's doubts grew deeper. Their way of interacting was too strange. During the day, they barely exchanged a few words, yet at night they were closer than anyone else in the world. What he offered her felt not like a teasing distance but rather a sense of disconnection altogether.
During the day, she hated him, but at night, she loved him.
Song Feiwan had mastered her medical skills to such an extent that she could thrive in the capital with just a lie. She might not be exceptionally wise, but at the very least, she wasn't a fool. Yet, she truly couldn't understand what Xiao Yu was thinking, and because of her own guilt, she didn't even dare to ask.
When her heart was in turmoil, silence felt like the safest option. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, she refrained from speaking.
Xiao Yu's expression grew increasingly somber.
After enduring life in the capital for a while, she discovered that instead of taking her to the Prince's residence, he had sent her to a beautiful and unfamiliar mansion. The mansion was surrounded by layers of guards; not only could she not leave, but even a single bird couldn't fly in.
As for the servants inside, they were all strangers who wouldn't utter a word beyond what was necessary.
Song Feiwan was perplexed. Was Xiao Yu effectively placing her under house arrest? What exactly was her status with him now? After the burial of the Prince's consort, the servants referred to her as "Madam." Did that mean Xiao Yu considered her as a kept woman?
Song Feiwan had no desire to be anyone's concubine, but with her life in Xiao Yu's hands, what choice did she have? Given his wariness towards her, there was no way she could escape again.
Moreover, this man completely avoided others during the day and would only come at night. However, his visits were irregular; they spent no time together outside of bed. He gave her the impression that he neither cared for nor liked her—he merely came by occasionally to tease and play with her feelings.
This kind of life continued for over a month. Song Feiwan awaited various punishments, yet none ever came her way. One boot had dropped, but the other remained suspended in the air, leaving her feeling utterly distressed.
Perhaps out of fear and growing bolder because of it, Song Feiwan decided to test Xiao Yu. One night, after he had bathed and lay down beside her still clothed with his eyes closed, she propped herself up carefully in the dim light of a flickering candle and cautiously studied him.
He undoubtedly stood out remarkably; no matter how many people were around, the first glance would surely be directed at him.
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