When the carriage reached a deserted spot halfway through the journey, Wu Shang suddenly warned from the shadows, "Your Highness, there's a tail."

"Looks like we're too late." Shang Xiye then turned to look at the little female bandit who was dozing off beside him, reached out and gently pulled her to his side, shook her awake, and asked using a telepathic communication technique, "Did you bring it?"

Although his question was cryptic, Ji Fengyao, who had just snapped out of her daze, quickly understood. She silently shook her head and held up three fingers, indicating that Hei Xiao should go back and retrieve it at midnight.

Shang Xiye nodded, his thin lips moving slightly but without making a sound, clearly communicating with the guards using a secret telepathic technique.

At this moment, he was calm and his eyes were sharp. He exuded the aura of a king who controlled the whole situation, as if he had the power to push the sky back up even if it collapsed.

Ji Fengyao was naturally pulled into his arms, her small face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat. The feeling that "no matter how big the world is, no matter how turbulent the storm is, as long as I am in his arms, I will be safe" rose in her heart again.

Not long after, a sharp cracking sound came from behind the carriage, as if something had been broken.

"How have you been doing your job?!"

"Sir, please forgive me this time. I didn't mean it."

The angry roars of the servants and the humble pleas for mercy of the men came from the rear of the procession.

Soon, Xique's angry voice rang out from outside the carriage: "Miss, there's some blind fool behind us who broke a jar of wine that the young master brewed for you."

So what if it's broken? It's just a jar of wine.

Just as Ji Fengyao was about to say it was no big deal, Shang Xiye gently pinched her waist. She turned her head and glared at him resentfully. Then, she flicked her long sleeves, jumped out of the carriage, put her hands on her hips, and roared, "Which bastard dares to smash my things? Does he have a death wish?"

"He's in the back, the one kneeling on the ground. All the young master's hard work for half a day has been wasted!" Xi Que shouted angrily, wishing he could beat the man up first.

Upon hearing this, Ji Fengyao jumped out of the car aggressively, roughly lifting her skirt as she walked, causing the gold hairpin on her head to sway back and forth. Her chubby face puffed up as she deliberately made a fierce expression, but she paused when she saw the person on the ground.

Damn it, Black Owl, you think I won't recognize you just because you've changed your clothes?

Her puffed-up face nearly gave way, and after stammering several times, she finally regained her composure: "You, you, you, you dog of a servant, how dare you break my things! Tell me, how do you want to die!"

"Your Highness, spare me! I didn't mean to, I just slipped..." The man disguised as Black Owl cried pitifully on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Wow, this guy is a real Oscar winner.

Given the current situation and her established persona, she'll definitely have to take action.

Ji Fengyao definitely couldn't let Xique go, so she had to do it herself, otherwise Hei Xiao would really get hurt.

She swung her arm in a wide arc, seemingly with great force, but the two slaps that landed on Black Owl's face had little impact. Then she raised her foot and kicked him twice with great force, sending Black Owl tumbling several times on the ground.

When Black Owl got up again, blood was flowing from his mouth, nose, and corners of his mouth.

Ji Fengyao was startled. As she lunged at him to grab and hit him, she mouthed in surprise, "Real blood?"

Black Owl screamed in agony, covering his mouth as he dodged, and replied telepathically, "Bandits always bleed when they beat someone. I forced it out with my internal energy, it's nothing. Hurry up and kill me, throw me to the dogs, this rolling around on the ground is too annoying."