Feng Wuya said nothing more.
The room was so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping on the floor could almost be heard.
After a long moment of stunned silence, Long Xinghe resumed eating her pastries.
The faint sound of her chewing also became exceptionally clear.
Yet, she continued to eat, her focus entirely on the food, as if everything Feng Wuya had said had nothing to do with her.
Or perhaps, it was because she couldn't hear.
If she truly couldn't hear anything, that would be for the best. At least then, living in her own world, it would be quiet.
And she wouldn't have to listen to the lies she told herself every day…
Outside, footsteps suddenly sounded, and Tie Xin's voice rang out, "Your Highness!"
There was an urgent matter.
Feng Wuya took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then stood up.
Long Xinghe was still quietly eating, still with her back to him.
Feng Wuya said gently, "Grandmother, finish your meal and rest early. I will visit you again tomorrow."
He left the room.
Tie Xin was waiting in the courtyard.
"Your Highness, a secret letter has arrived. The sender insists that you must open it personally." Tie Xin respectfully handed the letter to him.
Feng Wuya opened it and glanced at it. Finally, his somber mood of the past two days lifted slightly.
He turned and left.
Tie Xin, unaware of the contents, could only follow quickly.
At this time, Murong Yu had already bathed and changed, preparing to go to bed.
She hadn't expected Feng Wuya to seek her out at this hour.
"What is so urgent?" she asked, throwing on an outer robe and walking towards him.
"Mother, we've found the Master!"
Feng Wuya was clearly still excited. "He knows… he knows we've been looking for him. He's given me a time and place to meet, the day after tomorrow!"
Murong Yu was momentarily stunned. Wuchenzi actually knew they were looking for him!
But upon reflection, she felt it was only natural.
Wuchenzi, what a master he was. It was hardly surprising that he would know.
"Good. We'll prepare well tomorrow, and the day after, we'll go see him together!"
"Okay." Feng Wuya was indeed somewhat excited. After all, he hadn't seen the Ninth Imperial Uncle in several years.
However, with this news, how should he go about telling Granny Jiang?
He chuckled at his own foolishness.
What did this matter have to do with Granny Jiang?
…
Feng Yexuan had not woken up. He had been unconscious for a day and a night.
Chu Qianli had mostly stayed by his side last night, and it was the same today.
After bringing Ye Qingying back, she had administered acupuncture and medicine to Ye Qingying, then instructed the doctor to watch over her before leaving.
Liujin had been absent from the Prince's mansion for these two days, and no one knew what he was doing.
Now, the Prince's mansion seemed to have a sudden surge of injured individuals. She was struggling to manage them all alone.
Tonight was no different. She had just finished massaging Feng Yexuan's limbs and had not yet covered him with the blanket when the doctor arrived.
"Miss, he seems to be waking up. Would you like to go and see him?"
The Master is waking up?
"Alright, I'll be right there."
Although the doctors at the Prince's mansion were skilled, their expertise was still insufficient for the level of injuries that Ye Qingying and Feng Yexuan were currently suffering.
Chu Qianli covered Feng Yexuan with the blanket, instructed Leng Ji to keep watch, and then left.
Not long after she departed, Feng Yexuan's thick sword-like eyebrows twitched slightly.
Leng Ji saw this and immediately went to stare at him. "Your Highness, you're awake?"
Feng Yexuan opened his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over the surroundings. "Where is that dead woman?"