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Yunxiu recalled the look Lixiang gave her before she died; the hatred in her eyes was like a knife stabbing into her heart.

But she couldn't turn back.

She kept telling herself, "Rika isn't dead, she just went on the run."

After a short while, she took a deep breath, placed the teacup on the table, stood up, and said calmly, "Grandma, I'm fine now. You can go back and rest."

Granny Qi glanced at her worriedly, then turned and left.

Yunxiu lay on the bed, feeling both excited and frightened. She tossed and turned, her mind filled with the words of Master Yuxu and the look in Lixiang's eyes as she died.

She was destined to have a sleepless night.

As for Yunhe Pavilion, the carriage stopped in front of the Fifth Prince's residence.

He got out of the carriage, walked quickly up the steps, and said to the gatekeeper, "Please inform him that Yunheting requests an audience with His Highness the Fifth Prince. It is an extremely urgent matter."

The gatekeeper glanced at him and went inside to report.

A short while later, someone came out and reported, "Lord Yun, His Highness has already retired for the night. Please come again tomorrow."

Yun Heting panicked and hurriedly pulled out five taels of silver from his sleeve, painfully stuffing it into the gatekeeper's hand: "Please inform them again, it's extremely urgent, it concerns His Highness's future. If His Highness doesn't see you, and something happens tomorrow, you can't bear the consequences."

The gatekeeper felt the silver in his hand was burning hot. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I can only try. If His Highness refuses to see you, he can't blame me."

"No, no, it's not my fault," Yun Heting quickly waved his hand.

The gatekeeper came out after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and said to Yun Heting with a happy face, "Lord Yun, I have said all the right things, and His Highness finally agreed to see you. Please come with me."

Yun Heting breathed a sigh of relief and followed him to the study.

Xiao Yifan, dressed in a moon-white casual outfit, leaned back in his chair, twirling a string of rosewood beads in his hand.

Seeing Yun Heting enter, he raised his chin and said, "Lord Yun, what's the matter so urgently so late?"

Yun Heting stepped forward, bowed, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I have a strange matter to report to you today."

Xiao Yifan looked at him without saying a word.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Yun Heting swallowed hard and recounted his encounter with Master Yuxu at Yaxiangju earlier that day. He spoke in great detail, from how the master appeared, to how he read Yunxiu's face, to the phrase "She actually has the destiny of a phoenix," to the words spoken later in the private room, and the two lines of poetry, without omitting a single word.

After he finished speaking, he added, "I have been pondering this repeatedly, and I believe that the poem refers to Your Highness. I am worried that it may cause trouble for Your Highness, so I have come to report this to you."

After listening, Xiao Yifan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Master Yuxu? Are you sure it's him?"

Yun Heting shook his head: "I can't be sure either. I only heard from my wife that the Taoist priest today had an extraordinary demeanor and his words were quite mysterious, unlike ordinary people."

Xiao Yifan then asked, "Does anyone else know about what happened today?"

Yun Heting sighed and recounted what Lixiang had said in the main hall. He concluded by saying, "Your Highness, I didn't believe it at first, but I'm afraid that girl's words have been overheard. If they get out, it could implicate Your Highness..."

Xiao Yifan stood up, paced around the room a few times, and remained silent for a long time with his back to Yunhe Pavilion.

Yunheting stood to the side, not daring to breathe.

After a long silence, Xiao Yifan turned around, looked at Yun Heting, and said calmly, "I understand. You can go back now."

Yun Heting was taken aback: "Your Highness..."

Xiao Yifan waved his hand: "I have my own plans for this. You can go back now. Don't mention tonight's events to anyone."

Yun Heting dared not say anything more, bowed, and withdrew.

After leaving the Fifth Prince's residence, Yun Heting boarded the carriage, feeling somewhat melancholy. Had His Highness believed him or not? Why hadn't he mentioned the matter of proposing marriage to Xiu'er? And what about his official position? Could he perhaps be reassigned? Had this trip been for nothing?

……

In the study, Xiao Yifan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and kept twirling his huanghuali wood bracelet with his fingers.

Master Yuxu...

It is said that this person has profound Taoist skills and is like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail. He never shows his face easily. How could he suddenly appear in the capital and even tell Yunxiu's fortune?

He opened his eyes and called out, "Dark Five."

A figure appeared silently in the room and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness."

The Fifth Prince lowered his voice and gave a few instructions. An Wu nodded, and his figure flashed, disappearing into the night.

The Yun family, Xuezhai.

Yunxiu finally fell asleep when she suddenly felt something covering her mouth and nose.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and a sweet smell wafted into her nose. She tried to struggle, but she couldn't muster any strength. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she fell into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed.

She sat up abruptly, looked down at herself, and saw that her clothes were intact, which relieved her slightly.

"Awake?" A gentle voice came from the side.

Yunxiu turned her head and saw Xiao Yifan sitting at the table, holding a cup of tea, looking at her. The candlelight reflected on his face, making him appear gentle and refined, with a smile in his eyes.

Yunxiu blushed and asked cautiously, "Your...Your Highness? How did I get here?"

Xiao Yifan put down his teacup, stood up, walked to the bedside, and stopped a step away from her. His tone was gentle: "Don't be afraid. I had someone invite you here. I have a few questions for you, I hope I haven't frightened you."

Yunxiu's heart pounded, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly. She dared not look up at him, and asked in a low voice, "What does Your Highness wish to ask?"

Xiao Yifan sat down on the chair beside the bed, his gaze falling on her face, and asked in a gentle tone, "Your father said that you met a Taoist priest at Yaxiangju. Can you tell me what happened?"

Yunxiu was somewhat disappointed, thinking that His Highness wanted to ask her if she was willing to marry him...

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and recounted the events of the day in detail. After she finished, she looked at Xiao Yifan with bright eyes, her gaze full of anticipation.

Xiao Yifan ignored him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "What does the Taoist priest look like? Describe him in detail."

Yunxiu thought for a moment and then described the Taoist priest's appearance.

Xiao Yifan stood up, walked to the table, picked up a pen, and began to draw while listening.

"Come here." Xiao Yifan thought for a moment, then beckoned to her to stand beside him. "Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it."

Yunxiu hummed in agreement and stood beside Xiao Yifan, watching him paint. Because they were so close, she could clearly smell a faint sandalwood scent emanating from him.

He was the one destined for him, the future monarch!

He belongs to himself.

These random thoughts kept popping into Yunxiu's mind, and she could feel her face burning hot.

"Does it look like him?" Xiao Yifan turned his head and met her infatuated gaze. He looked at her gently, "Xiu'er, do you think the painting I made is of the Jade Void Daoist you saw?"