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She broke free from the old woman's grasp and exclaimed loudly, "If we are to seek treatment, we should call for Doctor Zhao! How could the Consort of the Crown Prince possibly understand Lord Rong's condition better than Doctor Zhao? Don't you agree?"
In this last remark, she was addressing the perceptive Doctor Zhao. No one dared to offend him, and he wore a troubled expression.
Xiao Yu's thin lips pressed together, a clear sign of anger, but unfortunately, the Consort did not understand and continued to prance about.
"The Emperor has appointed me as the Consort; therefore, I have the responsibility to uphold the integrity of the harem! If we do not clarify this matter today, I will not leave!"
"If anyone tries to stop me, I will simply ask the Emperor to arbitrate! I believe he will understand my intentions and make a fair judgment!"
Xiao Yu sneered disdainfully; his piercing gaze seemed to slice through her, sending a chill down her spine.
"Song Feiwan is the Prince's Consort; this is the palace of the Prince's favored consort. Who do you think you are to act so recklessly?"
"Get out."
The Consort's face shifted between shades of green and white, her lips parted several times before she finally stammered, "Prince Chen, I am also considered your elder. How can you—"
Xiao Yu lost his patience and coldly interrupted, "Someone come."
Immediately, palace attendants stepped forward, ready to restrain the Consort.
The attendants fell to their knees in unison, pleading with Xiao Yu to calm down.
The Consort struggled violently. "Is a woman who is unfaithful and impure worth such treatment from you? Do you want to become a laughingstock for everyone because of her?"
Xiao Yu shot her an icy glare. "Are you threatening the Prince?"
The chilling aura he exuded silenced the Consort instantly; she bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood, tears welling in her eyes from the pain.
Before she could speak again, a melodious female voice came from behind them.
"Your Highness, you've arrived? Who is this lady?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison to see the stunningly beautiful Song Feiwan, dressed in a neat and simple gown, holding a small white porcelain bottle and looking at them with curiosity.
Though the Consort had never seen Song Feiwan before, she recognized her immediately.
"How did you come from outside? Shouldn't you be inside with Rong Jiayi, too afraid to open the door when caught?"
"This lady," Song Feiwan replied calmly and respectfully, "I went to the imperial kitchen."
The Consort was taken aback. "Then where is Rong Jiayi?"
Song Feiwan lifted her chin slightly. "In the room."
Li Fei seemed to have grasped a lifeline. "You’re going to see him!"
Song Feiwan frowned, finding this person extremely strange. "Is there a problem?"
Li Fei wanted to say, "There’s a huge problem! You dare to speak of an affair right in front of your husband! Aren't you afraid of death?"
However, Xiao Yu did not give Li Fei the chance to speak.
The coldness gradually faded from his chiseled features, replaced by a hint of curiosity. The oppressive atmosphere around him also returned to normal.
"What do you have in your hand?" he asked.
Song Feiwan glanced at the porcelain vial and replied, "Just some disinfectant."
In reality, it was distilled alcohol. The palace had all sorts of tools, but she was worried that others might not handle them properly, so she decided to supervise personally.
"Is it for Rong Jiayi?"
"Yes." Song Feiwan nodded.
Thinking of the locations where Rong Jiayi was seriously injured, Xiao Yu frowned.
She would have to remove his clothing to treat the wounds; she didn’t intend to do it herself, did she?
"Let’s not talk about that now; Lord Rong is still waiting for me inside."
Xiao Yu's brow twitched as he stepped forward to follow her. "I’ll go too."
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