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Seeing that the girl didn't say anything, Xiao Yue couldn't help but get closer to her.
The girl's delicate face was filled with indifference, and Xiao Yue raised his hand to touch her.
She took a step back to avoid him, the girl frowning slightly.
"Well, I want to give up now, and you can quit too."
This is only the first day of drugging Xiao Heng.
It's not too late to stop here as long as he wants.
The girl's voice was calm and emotionless, just like the day she invited him to join the game.
Xiao Yue wasn't sure if what she said was true...
Xiao Yue moved his lips, wanting to speak but no words came out.
He didn't want to confirm the truth of this statement.
The girl tilted her head and met his gaze.
Noticing her gaze, Xiao Yue inexplicably lowered his head and avoided her eyes.
Xiao Yue looked confused and didn't know what to do.
It was not until he saw the poem on the table that his panicked heart was soothed.
"Why do they embrace each other like mandarin ducks? Why do they fly together like a pair?"
Xiao Yue hurriedly grasped the rice paper in his hand. He raised his head with a burning gaze.
"Fei Wan, you still care about me, otherwise you wouldn't have written this poem, right?"
If it wasn't true, how could she write this poem?
This poem is more for him than for Xiao Heng.
She wanted to marry him and was jealous of Nan Qingqing, so she mentioned Nan Qingqing again and again and even asked those impossible assumptions.
She acted so indifferent because she was just angry.
If this isn't caring about him, then what is?
"You should have a good rest. I will do what I promised you. Everything will go according to plan."
Xiao Yue put the rice paper away and put it into his sleeve.
Although he smiled, it was a bit forced: "I'll come to see you next time."
Without giving Fei Wan any chance to argue, Xiao Yue left.
Not long after he left, Xi Ruo came in.
Xi Ruo carefully took the cakes off the table and replaced them with new ones before whispering in the princess's ear, "Princess, there's news from General Annan."
Fei Wan turned around and stared at the remaining blank rice paper. She did not rush to ask Xi Ruo for the letter, but instead asked a question.
"How many days until the next court meeting?"
"Seven days."
Fei Wan thought for a moment, then bent down and handed her a letter that was at the bottom of the drawer.
"Give it to Eleven for me, and have him find a way to get it to the jail."
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Xiao Yue left the palace in a trance and returned to the prince's mansion.
Standing in front of the gate of Prince Yue's Mansion, the housekeeper came to greet him.
"Your Majesty, Miss Nan wants to see you."
The housekeeper was clearly talking about Nan Qingqing, but the image of Fei Wan appeared in Xiao Yue's mind.
He subconsciously checked whether the piece of rice paper in his sleeve was there.
Xiao Yue unfolded the rice paper, stroked the paper with his fingers, lightly brushed across the handwriting on it, and finally stopped at the edge.
He doesn't believe it.
She had no feelings for him at all.
He wants both the kingdom and the beauty.
There was no tenderness in Xiao Yue's eyes towards the woman who was pregnant with his child: "Where is Nan Qingqing?"
The butler was frozen by the cold gaze. He replied tremblingly, "It's in the yard where you placed it earlier."
Xiao Yue walked out and the housekeeper hurriedly followed him.
When he arrived in front of the courtyard, Xiao Yue stopped.
The housekeeper observed Xiao Yue's expression, and then, remembering what that person had said, he tentatively said, "Miss Nan said this courtyard is not suitable for pregnancy, and she wants to move to a new place."
Xiao Yue's face darkened.
The butler didn't dare to breathe, he lowered his head and waited for orders.
After all, Nan Qingqing is pregnant with the prince's child, so I don't think the prince will make things too difficult for her.
Not long after this thought came to his mind, he heard Xiao Yue's voice.
"Let the doctor write a prescription. This child cannot be kept."
The butler opened his eyes wide, a little bit unable to believe what he heard, but the expression on Xiao Yue's face did not seem like he was joking.
Xiao Yue narrowed his eyes: "Hurry up and go!"
The butler was scolded and had to leave.