Shang Xiye indifferently looked away from her, his voice as flat as ever: "I remember telling you five years ago that it was because you look a lot like someone, nothing more."

"And what about her? And that bandit? What do you consider her to be? Is she a substitute for someone else, or a tool that you can use?" Qin Weiyang asked hopefully, hoping to get an answer that would give her some peace of mind.

"This is my business. You have no right to know, nor do you need to." Shang Xiye finally looked up at her again, but his tone was even colder and more ruthless: "I'll give you one last piece of advice: don't provoke her. Otherwise, if she wants to kill you, I will not stop her. From now on, I will no longer concern myself with your affairs. You'd better take care of yourself."

Qin Weiyang was swept away by Shang Xiye's palm, looking disheveled.

She watched Shang Xiye's resolute back as he walked away, laughing and crying at the same time: "Do you think you're still the Ninth Prince you used to be? Do you dare to take off the mask on your face? If anyone still dares to accept you after that, then I will completely destroy her and destroy you!"

Hearing such cruel and insane words, Shang Xiye looked up at the night sky with utter despair.

Qin Weiyang is indeed not her; she has already left and doesn't want him anymore.

Ha, just because she thinks he's dirty?

How ridiculous...

Shang Xiye was in low spirits, and Wuhen and Wuzhong dared not comfort her, even though Qin Pin's words hurt them deeply.

They didn't even dare to retaliate against Consort Qin on their own. Instead, they had to send people to protect her and clean up one mess after another for that poisonous woman, just because she would touch the taboo in the prince's heart!

But Consort Qin herself was a deadly cancer!

The prince was such a clever man; he clearly knew everything, yet he insisted on clinging to a false image and deceiving himself to death.

However, the fact that the prince went to the palace to question and warn Consort Qin tonight because of the princess shows that in the prince's heart, the princess is more important than Consort Qin, which is a good sign.

It seems they'll have to work harder to foster a better relationship between the prince and princess, and contribute to the prince's happiness!

Wuhen and Wuzhongmo exchanged glances. Upon returning to the manor, they excitedly tried to push Shang Xiye towards Huinuan Pavilion. However, just as they reached the entrance of the Ink Studio, a guard responsible for watching over Huinuan Pavilion came to report: "Your Highness, Hei Xiao took the disguised princess out of the manor at midnight. Hei Xiao is too fast, and I lost track of him halfway."

Wuhen and Wuzhong: "!"

That scoundrel Black Owl, how dare he lay a hand on the princess!

"Go in," Shang Xiye said calmly.

Wuhen exclaimed in shock: "But Your Highness..." The Black Owl kidnapped the Princess!

"Don't make a sound about what happened tonight," Shang Xiye said calmly, her tone even more cheerful than when she left the palace.

Wuhen and Wuzhong: "..."

Is there any hope for their master? Can he still be saved?

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Black Owl carried Ji Fengyao away from the Baoxitang medicine and supplies warehouse. Seeing the little bandit leaning sleepily on his shoulder, he felt a pang of heartache: "Has the prince's illness reached such a critical stage? I thought he could at least hold on for a few more years."

"You think? By the time you think, his grave will be overgrown with weeds." Ji Fengyao really didn't understand what Hei Xiao was thinking. He clearly cared a lot about Shang Xiye, but his words and actions were like poison.

"However, the reason I'm in such a hurry to find medicinal herbs this time isn't just for him. Consort Jia and her maid both know martial arts, so I also need to tidy myself up and learn some basic skills to protect myself, lest I accidentally get killed by her with one palm one day."

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Well, just to give you a heads-up, the male lead is incredibly pure, with no white moonlight or cinnabar mole.