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She took a moment to feel her body; despite the soreness that was hard to bear, she felt surprisingly refreshed, as if she had been thoroughly cleaned. The bedding was also fresh, exuding a pleasant fragrance. She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to bathe again, which would expose the ambiguous marks on her body.
Casually asking for the date, she was stunned when the maid replied. Three days! They had been here for a full three days!
The maid, with her head lowered, noticed her discomfort but pretended not to see it. After helping her wash up, she informed the guard outside that Song Feiwan was unwell and seemed to have a fever.
When Xiao Yu arrived with his entourage, Song Feiwan was leaning against the couch, holding a cup and sipping warm water slowly. Upon seeing him, she immediately froze, her ears turning red as she awkwardly looked away.
Compared to her fatigue and discomfort, Xiao Yu still appeared extraordinarily handsome, and his complexion seemed better than when they first met three days ago. However, she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it and didn’t dare to confirm.
“Check her pulse.” Xiao Yu's deep gaze remained fixed on her as he instructed those behind him.
“Yes.” One of them stepped forward, and only then did Song Feiwan realize he was a physician.
Meeting her gaze, the physician’s eyes flickered with admiration as he respectfully said, “Madam, please extend your hand.”
The scar on Song Feiwan's face had long since disappeared during these days of turmoil. Since her identity had already been revealed, there was no need for her to hide the scar anymore.
Glancing at Xiao Yu, she tentatively said, “I can treat myself; it’s just a slight fever. No need—”
Xiao Yu coldly interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Extend your hand.”
Song Feiwan set down her cup with a small “oh” and obediently extended her hand. After all, her life was currently in his hands.
After carefully checking her pulse, the physician looked at Xiao Yu in surprise and quietly asked Song Feiwan, “Madam, do you know that you have been poisoned?”
Xiao Yu furrowed his brows.
Wasn't Song Feiwan supposed to bring medicine? Why had so much time passed and the residual poison still hadn't cleared?
She looked at Xiao Yu, unaware of the change in his expression. The doctor said, "It's nothing serious."
"Mm." He continued, "The other issues are just some inflammation. I'll prescribe you a remedy to reduce the inflammation and another one to nourish your energy."
Song Feiwan nodded. "Alright, thank you for your trouble."
The doctor wrote out the prescriptions and offered a few more words of advice before leaving. The maid in the courtyard went to fetch the herbs and prepare the medicine.
Xiao Yu remained seated, his tall figure relaxed in the chair. His dark eyes swept over her forehead before meeting her gaze.
At that moment, their close yet contradictory relationship made Song Feiwan's heart race. Unable to help herself, she nervously licked her lips with her tongue.
Xiao Yu's eyes darkened as he coldly asked, "How is your poison now?"
Song Feiwan was taken aback and retorted, "What’s wrong?"
"Your life belongs to me; how could you die at someone else's hands?"
Song Feiwan felt a pang of unease.
She came here fearing that she would perish before avenging herself.
Forcing a light laugh, she replied, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't die."
Xiao Yu ultimately said nothing more and waved his sleeve dismissively.
Song Feiwan opened her mouth to speak to his retreating figure, wanting to ask him what he planned to do with her.
But fearing he might mention some form of torture, she remained silent.
Thus, she spent several days recuperating. Outside the not too large courtyard, someone was always on guard, not allowing her to step outside.
It wasn't until she was fully recovered that Xiao Yu entered the room wearing black clothes and a jade crown binding his hair. His expression was cold as he announced, "Pack your things."
For these past few days, the uncertainty about her future had kept Song Feiwan on edge.
She perked up her ears, fearing that Xiao Yu's next words would be about sending her away.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, she asked softly, "Your Highness, where are you taking me?"
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