Wu Fang lowered his head slightly, as if thinking of the Wu family's tragic massacre, and his mood was a little low: "Your Majesty is right."

The extermination of the Wu family had always been a thorn in Wu Fang's heart. Ji Xingzhi knew she had said something wrong. After a moment of silence, she turned and asked, "Wu Fang, do you have a woman you like?"

Wu Fang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and blurted out without thinking: "No."

"No?" Ji Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled out a piece of silk from his sleeve, waved it back and forth a few times, and jokingly said, "Then what is this? Why does this handkerchief look so familiar to me?"

Wu Fang took a look and saw that it was the handkerchief he had taken out to bandage the emperor's wound. He immediately replied, "This handkerchief was lost by Miss Rumei. I happened to find it and haven't had time to return it yet."

Ji Xingzhi gathered the handkerchief and held it in his hand, frowning slightly as he asked, "Oh? Am I overthinking this?"

"Your Majesty is wise. I have no other thoughts about Miss Rumei." Wu Fang bowed to Ji Xingzhi.

Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but frown after hearing this. That was embarrassing. Rumei obviously had feelings for Wu Fang, but it was a pity that the fallen flowers had feelings but the flowing water had no feelings for them.

"I understand. If you have a lover in the future, you must tell me." Ji Xingzhi said.

Wu Fang nodded slightly and said, "I obey your command."

Ji Xingzhi handed the handkerchief to Wu Fang and said, "You should return this handkerchief yourself. If you really don't have any feelings for the person, then don't let anyone miss you."

Wu Fang took the handkerchief and nodded, "Yes, I understand."

"Well, it's okay, you can go on with your work." Ji Xingzhi waved his hand.

Wu Fang nodded slightly, bowed to Ji Xingzhi and said, "I will take my leave."

Looking at Wu Fang's leaving back, Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but sigh. She thought she could have her first perfect love, but what a pity.

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When Xiao Moyan arrived at Shaohua Palace, the scene that came into his eyes made him frown.

I saw that the entire Shaohua Palace had lost its former tranquility and majesty. Colorful silks were hung everywhere, candles were burning in big red lanterns, and bursts of music came from the bedroom, accompanied by women's laughter.

Xiao Moyan did not let the eunuchs know in advance. When the palace maids who were having fun saw Xiao Moyan approaching from afar, they were frightened and fell silent. They knelt on the ground and trembled: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Xiao Moyan ignored the palace maids kneeling on the ground. He walked to the door of the bedroom, listened to the lewd music coming from inside, and looked at the tightly closed door. Xiao Moyan frowned and reached out to push the door open.

In the bedroom, Ji Xingzhi sat on a large bright yellow soft couch, with women on both sides, a beaming face.

Many women in revealing clothes surrounded Ji Xingzhi, vying to pour tea and wine for her and feed her food in order to get close to her.

There are women playing the piano on both sides of the hall, and in the center of the hall, there is a woman dancing enchantingly with her chest and hips covered with white cloth and only a layer of gauze on her body.

Seeing Xiao Moyan, the dancing woman in the palace stopped dancing, knelt on the ground and bowed her head: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Then, the music of the piano stopped abruptly and the laughter disappeared.

Except for Ji Xingzhi and the two women she was holding, everyone in the hall knelt and bowed their heads, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."

The two women in Ji Xingzhi's arms saw that everyone was kneeling on the ground to salute, so they struggled to get out of Ji Xingzhi's arms to salute Xiao Moyan, but Ji Xingzhi held them tighter and they could not move.