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Xiao Yu picked her up and stood up again, his pitch-black phoenix eyes filled with profound affection and determination. Nothing could take you away from me!
The events of that day later became a blur in Xiao Yu's memory. The only clear image was of Song Feiwan quietly leaning against him, her clothes soaked in blood, gradually losing her breath—this haunting scene became an indelible nightmare for him.
When he woke up again, he found himself in bed, the air thick with the scent of medicine. He sat up abruptly, calling out, "Feiwan!"
Someone quickly grasped his hand. "Yu'er, don't panic. Feiwan is still alive."
Xiao Yu focused his gaze and saw Rong Guifei, her eyes red and her face haggard. "Mother, where is she?" he asked cautiously, fearing that this was all a cruel illusion.
Rong Guifei wiped away her tears and sighed. "You two really..."
Xiao Yu then saw Song Feiwan. She lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, her complexion pale. He gazed at her longingly, carefully sitting by the edge of the bed and reaching out to check her breath.
Thank goodness, she was still alive.
A heavy stone in Xiao Yu's heart fell to the ground. After a long while, he noticed the complex expression on Rong Guifei's face. Steeling himself, he asked, "Mother, what’s wrong?"
From Rong Guifei's words, he learned that he had been unconscious for three days before waking up. Song Feiwan had multiple wounds on her back; one cold arrow had nearly pierced her heart.
Though she had been saved, her condition remained fragile, and the imperial physician could not provide a specific timeline for her recovery.
Xiao Yu felt a pang in his heart as he understood the unspoken implication—whether Song Feiwan would wake up was uncertain.
Suppressing the pain within him, he closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. He fixed his gaze on Song Feiwan's face and resolutely declared, "She will get better."
Xiao Yan had died when the mechanism was activated, and the subsequent purge of the empress and her remaining supporters was entrusted to the Rong family.
Old Master Rong and Rong Jiayi were both exceptionally capable; Xiao Yu felt reassured. Concerned for Song Feiwan’s well-being, Rong Jiayi had also returned to the capital but seldom visited to avoid any suspicion.
As for himself, after more than half a year in the capital, he had firmly established his position. His identity as the Southern King was no longer a risk but rather his support. Even though he still referred to the Emperor as his father, he was, after all, the true monarch of Beirong, standing on equal footing with the Emperor. If the Emperor were to move against him, the cavalry of Beirong would immediately be at the gates.
General Ning was already old, and the younger generals had yet to mature; there was no one in the Great Zhou who could rival him. What he had previously told Consort Rong was not wrong—no matter how much the Emperor feared him, it would not be easy to shake him now. To keep a close watch over Song Feiwan, he acted discreetly, which also helped ease the tension between him and the Zhou Emperor.
The most important thing to him was Song Feiwan, so he did not wish for war between Zhou and Beirong. He was deeply concerned; after learning how to care for a comatose patient, he no longer entrusted her care to others.
As winter turned to spring, her external injuries gradually healed, and the residual poison within her body was cleared, yet she still showed no signs of waking. Xiao Yu was not without sorrow, but as long as she was alive, he possessed boundless strength and determination.
On this day, with the sun warming and a gentle breeze blowing, Xiao Yu held her in his arms while sitting on a chair basking in the sunlight, softly speaking into her ear. Although the midwife had passed away, her son had found the secret records she had kept hidden. They revealed her true lineage: she was the daughter of Song Taipeng. They could rest assured together now. Previously, he had been reluctant to let her conceive.
As for her mother and his father’s past grievances—that was a matter of the previous generation. Xiao Yu affectionately nuzzled her forehead and continued: "The Kui family has been thoroughly dealt with. Although Song Taipeng is still alive, his reputation is ruined and his official position lost; that is more painful than death for him."
Regarding her public identity, it had nothing to do with the Song family and would not implicate them. Once she woke up, they would remarry. She would rightfully become his wife.
"By the way," he added with a smile, "your little trickster's token jade pendant was destroyed, right? I carved two new pieces from fine jade in the shape of intertwined hearts. When you wake up, I will personally put it on you."
Xiao Yu gazed into the distance, silently wishing: So when will you awaken? Feiwan, please wake up; don’t leave me alone—it’s too cruel.
Suddenly, a hoarse voice emerged from his embrace. He froze for a moment and looked down.
Song Feiwan, who had lost considerable weight, opened her eyes at some point; her eyes were red-rimmed but smiling at him without blinking. In her clear gaze lay an undeniable depth of affection.
All of Xiao Yu's worries seemed to dissipate; in that moment, it felt as if only she and he existed in this world.
He blinked, easing his breath, afraid that this was just a dream. Slowly, Song Feiwan raised her hand, opening her palm toward him, tears brimming in her eyes as she asked, "Where is my jade pendant?"
Thud! His stagnant heart began to beat anew.
Feiwan! He called her name, pulling her tightly into his embrace, with such force that it felt as if he wanted to merge her into his very being.
Her tears fell as she held onto him with all her strength, drawing in his essence.
Xiao Yu.
Yes, I’m here.
I’ve come back.
Mm. The man's voice trailed off, tinged with a hint of choked emotion.
I’m sorry. She cried out.
Xiao Yu kissed away her tears one by one: You know, what I want to hear isn’t this.
I love you.
I do too, I love you so much, only you.
After a long moment of tenderness, Xiao Yu voiced the question that lingered in his heart.
So, how did you know about my private matters?
Song Feiwan paused for a moment: Did you hear it from Mother?
With a deep gaze that searched into his eyes, Song Feiwan smiled lightly.
Well, that's a long story.
Xiao Yu gently kissed the tip of her nose: Then take your time telling it; we have a lifetime.
Lovers reunited in the springtime.
Two hearts pressed together, trembling in unison.
In the courtyard, lovers embraced each other, sharing tender whispers.
The gentle and warm spring breeze brushed against their cheeks, carrying their love over the treetops and onward to the sunny sky above.
【The End】
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