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Xiao Yu was dressed in a black cloud-patterned brocade robe today, his long hair tied up with a golden crown, exuding an air of aloof nobility.
He stepped forward a few paces, and upon seeing the mark on his face, Consort Rong was momentarily taken aback, forgetting what she had intended to say.
"Did Fei Wan hit you?"
Xiao Yu tugged at the corner of his mouth and asked nonchalantly, "Mother, why did you summon me?"
He didn’t deny it, indicating that she was right.
It was deserved; he should be punished severely.
The palace maids said that the mark on Fei Wan's neck had already faded, but the one on his face remained, suggesting that Fei Wan had struck harder. As long as his daughter-in-law wasn’t at a loss, it didn’t matter about her husband; he was tough-skinned and could take a beating.
Consort Rong immediately smiled, "So you can’t find her if there’s nothing wrong?"
Xiao Yu had been in a bad mood these past couple of days, and it was only because of Consort Rong’s words that he could endure listening to her. However, today, that little bit of patience had been completely worn out. He said in a flat tone, "If there’s nothing else, I should take my leave."
"Stop!" Consort Rong slammed the table. "Do you know that Fei Wan hasn’t come to pay her respects to me for two days?"
Xiao Yu replied, "I don’t know."
He only knew that since leaving the medical hall, he hadn’t seen her again; she probably still hadn’t calmed down.
For the past two days, this had been troubling him.
He could calmly lead tens of thousands of soldiers into battle and skillfully manipulate the tribes of Beirong into mutual slaughter. But when faced with an angry Song Fei Wan, he found himself utterly at a loss for how to handle the situation.
"What did you do to bully Fei Wan?" Consort Rong questioned him sternly.
Xiao Yu pressed his thin lips together and remained silent.
"Alright, you’ve grown wings and I can no longer command you. But Xiao Yu, I must tell you this: Fei Wan is not only your legitimate wife but also a woman. If you don’t give her respect, you’re only disgracing yourself."
"The palace banquet is approaching; do you think people won’t laugh at how distant you two appear while attending together? Most importantly, Fei Wan has waited so long for you; she would risk her life for you—how heartbroken must she be? If you were any kind of man, you shouldn’t treat her like this."
Xiao Yu felt somewhat speechless:
He had never considered that his body would not reject Song Feiwan at all. It was strange; his overconfidence in his own self-control had led to such a mistake.
His thoughts were profound, and most people could not see through them. However, Concubine Rong, who had given him life and raised him, could understand him to some extent. At this moment, he lowered his gaze, showing signs of softening.
Concubine Rong let out a quiet sigh of relief. As long as he was willing to lower his head, there was still room for redemption. "My son," she said, her tone easing, "you are of noble birth. If you continue like this, even your legitimate wife will bow to you. But she will always remember this incident; it will remain a thorn in her heart."
In the future, every time you have a disagreement, this thorn will act up, festering into an unhealable scar. "Don't think your mother is nagging. If you want to live well with her, you must temper your temperament. Girls need to be coaxed. As for how to coax her, that's up to you."
Having said this much, if he still didn't understand, it would truly be a waste of life.
Xiao Yu raised his eyes, his narrow and deep phoenix eyes looking over: "Your son has come to dine; may I ask for my mother's assistance?"
Concubine Rong smiled brightly.
Song Feiwan had shut herself in and refused visitors for two days, causing the atmosphere in the entire Bixiao Palace to become somewhat tense. The people below were all on edge, afraid of angering their master.
The little palace maid who attended to her makeup even nervously asked: "Your Highness, I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince has come; aren't you going to see him?"
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