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After saying this, Song Feiwan raised her hand and knocked on the tightly closed door. "Lord Rong, I'm coming in."
The door was not locked, and with a gentle push from the outside, it opened.
Song Feiwan stepped in first, followed closely by Xiao Yu.
Zhao Yuyi, seeing the winding path ahead, brightened his eyes and hurried in as well.
As for Consort Li, she wanted to enter too but feared seeing something unsightly. After a moment of struggle, she turned away.
"Huang Mama, keep an eye on the palace for me," she instructed.
Huang Mama watched the backs of the few people leaving and felt an ominous premonition.
With concern etched on her face, she advised, "Your Highness, perhaps we should go back?"
Consort Li held her head high. "Go back? They shouldn't think they can join forces to deceive the palace!"
Huang Mama sighed and fell silent.
Inside the room, a screen was set up. Song Feiwan circled around it and stopped by Rong Jiayi's bedside.
Seeing that he was the only one lying on the bed, she asked, "Why is there not a single attendant here?"
Rong Jiayi tilted his head to look at her and awkwardly mouthed, "They all left."
His sculpted features maintained their striking handsomeness even at such a lifeless angle.
His deep gaze lingered on her face for a second before shifting to Xiao Yu behind her; he raised his head slightly as if to greet him.
Xiao Yu raised his hand. "Lord Rong has already taken off his clothes; just lie there on the bed."
Rong Jiayi's ears turned slightly red as he secretly glanced at Song Feiwan.
At that moment, he was indeed only wearing a nightgown, covered by a clean blue cloth, which made him lose some of his usual composure.
This cloth had been given to him by Song Feiwan. Before leaving, she instructed a young eunuch, "When Lord Rong takes off his clothes and lies down on the bed, cover him with this cloth. Then cut a small opening in it according to his wounds."
"Keep the maidens away from here; don't disturb Lord Rong's peace."
The young eunuch nodded repeatedly, understanding his orders.
However, when he exited, he inadvertently took his own clothes with him!
Thinking that Song Feiwan would return soon, he refrained from calling anyone out loud to avoid straining his voice.
Unexpectedly, someone with ill intentions had barged outside his room, accusing him of having an affair with Song Feiwan!
He was furious and wanted to step outside to silence that woman. But how could he go out dressed in his nightclothes? Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, his throat was still hoarse!
He felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, loathing his own helplessness. Fortunately, it wasn't just Xiao Yu who had returned; Song Feiwan was back too.
Looking at her now stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him—longing, anger, injustice, guilt, and heartache clashed in his chest. Song Feiwan was busy checking the tools she would need shortly and didn't notice his expression, but Xiao Yu observed everything clearly.
Even though he was not one to chase after women, he was still a man; he narrowed his phoenix eyes, and the warmth in his demeanor shifted back to a cold intensity.
"I have everything ready; I’ll start removing your stitches now," Song Feiwan said, interrupting the thoughts of the two men.
Rong Jiayi looked at her with trust and nodded. Xiao Yu crossed his arms, tall and poised, not rushing to speak.
Song Feiwan sat by Rong Jiayi's bedside, picking up a pair of tweezers and glancing at him. In the next moment, she smiled and said, "Don't be nervous; just relax."
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