BXBX NOVEL Chapter 318
As usual, she scaled up the wall, and the courtyard was pitch black again.
Lin Feilu still remembered the last time she was bound by the sword intent of the Master, which was why she no longer dared to be reckless. She squatted on the wall and shouted in a soft voice, “Your Highness, Your Highness—”
Despite waiting for a while, no one answered.
She whispered again, “Ji…Uncle Ji? Master Ji, can I come in?”
Still, no one bothered to give her a reply.
With that, Lin Feilu jumped off the wall and walked towards the door vigilantly.
This time, there was truly no trace of the sword intent that once was going to kill her. She walked to the door with ease, and with a slight push, the door opened.
There was no one in the house—not even a single living being.
Lin Feilu suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
Her heart started beating heavily and she rushed into the house. The furnishings in the house have not been moved, but upon closer inspection, there were some things missing. For example, the stove she gave to Song Jinglan. When it was not in use, he would always place it on the desk next to the inkstone.
The usual spot of the stove was empty at the moment and the ink in the inkstone was dry, leaving only a few sheets of white paper that were being blown away by the night wind.
He’s gone.
Lin Feilu realized this as her hands and feet suddenly became cold.
She knew that he was going to leave, but with it happening this abruptly, she started to feel very sad.
The gentle boy who grew up with her had left so quietly without even leaving a single parting word for her.
Lin Feilu stood in the room for a while, feeling her eyes water slightly. She felt that she probably got too immersed in her role as a Princess as she never realized that the feelings she pretended to have were, at the very least, slightly real.
He should leave.
The Song Empire did not send a messenger, and Emperor Lin didn’t intend to let him go either. Once the Song Empire’s ruling monarch passed away, signalling the change of the dynasties, the apparent peace and stability maintained with the Great Lin Empire would inevitably be broken. By then, Song Jinglan’s fate wouldn’t turn out good no matter if he was labelled as an abandoned Prince or a royal hostage.
It was the Crown Prince’s wedding today, so the attention was focused on the ceremony— this was the best time for him to leave.
Lin Feilu convinced herself.
She sighed in disappointment and put away those mixed emotions. Finally, she looked around the room before she turned and walked out.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, there was a sudden gust of wind in the night.
A black shadow jumped over the wall and landed lightly.
Lin Feilu stared at the boy dressed in black that landed in the courtyard, thinking that she was seeing things. It wasn’t until he pulled off his mask and walked towards her that Lin Feilu took a deep breath and exclaimed, “Your Highness? You didn’t leave?!”
Song Jinglan walked up to her but he did not speak. Instead, he took her hand and dragged her into the house.