“We checked her pulse, and she is indeed dead,” Wuying said.

Wuhen added, "That girl doesn't seem to be entirely with Dikanlong and the others. She doesn't seem to be intentionally helping them. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so eager to die in order to enlighten Eunuch Jiang."

"Eunuch Jiang?" Shang Xiye frowned slightly. "Which Eunuch Jiang?"

"It's that Jiang Zhenning, the eunuch who used to serve the Empress and was almost beaten to death by the Emperor," Wuying said.

Shang Xiye's brows furrowed even lower, his voice cold and deep: "This person plotted against Yao Yao, almost ruining her reputation. He doesn't deserve any sympathy. That woman, on the other hand, was kind and affectionate; a proper burial is enough. Jiang Zhenning owes Yao Yao what he owes her!"

"Yes, Your Highness," Wuying nodded and quickly said, "Your Highness, the person is being held in the tents behind the camp. You can go and interrogate him at any time."

"Go now," Shang Xiye stood up and instructed Wuying, "Pass down the order: break camp and head to the capital first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Wuying accepted the order and left.

Ji Fengyao also got up, clapped her hands, and said, "I won't go to the interrogation, it's such a boring thing. I'll go check on Mianmian and see if that old man has woken up yet."

"Okay," Shang Xiye said, gently stroking the little bandit's soft hair on her forehead. His voice was soft, low, and sweet, a tone that could melt your heart.

Even those who are used to seeing dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) got goosebumps from the sweetness.

The prince and princess's display of affection is truly something else.

There's no limit to how sweet it can get!

They were all worried about getting cavities!

The little bandit girl, however, seemed quite pleased and deliberately rubbed against Shang Xiye's palm. She turned around and waved her little hand, saying, "Xique, Bailu, let's go see the noodles!"

"Alright, Miss!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Xique and Bailu happily followed Ji Fengyao. The three of them skipped and hopped out of the tent like three happy little butterflies.

Ji Chenhai, Shang Xiye, and the other men in the tent watched them leave with doting and joyful expressions before dispersing.

The demon-faced creatures and the herd of beasts were not far from where the army was stationed.

It's located halfway up the mountain behind the woods.

The mysterious old man was placed in a cave by Ghost Mask and Hu Ji.

Before Ji Fengyao and her two servants even showed themselves, Guimian, smelling her scent from afar, came running over excitedly: "Mistress, mistress, you're finally back! I've missed you so much! A day apart feels like three thousand autumns!"

"I don't believe you for a second. Could you be any more exaggerated?" Ji Fengyao couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes at him, then waved her hand and said, "Give me your bell."

"Yes, yes, my dear mistress!" Ghost Face wagged his tail, wishing he could stick his furry face to the little bandit's face. His big, dark, shiny eyes rolled around as he asked shamelessly, "Mistress, you didn't forget to make spirit liquid for Mianmian even when you were away on a long trip. You're so good to Mianmian, Mianmian is so touched!"

Ji Fengyao strongly suspects that the Yazi Beast is a mutated breed of Siberian Husky!

Otherwise, how come this thing is becoming more and more like a dog!

She raised her small hand and gently slapped him across the face. Ji Fengyao chuckled and said, "Don't give me that. Who would specially prepare spirit-refining liquid for you when you go on a long trip? You probably just want the prince to loosen your muscles."

Mentioning Shang Xiye made Ghost Face tremble with fear.

It cautiously glanced back to make sure Shang Xiye wasn't there before it relaxed its suddenly anxious heart and continued to grin at the little bandit: "Then what does the mistress need Mianmian's bell for? Mianmian also has spirit stones, you don't need to save so many for me."