"Our young lady is so kind-hearted!" Xi Que said with a smile, shaking Ji Fengyao's small hand. She said solemnly, "I want to be a kind person in the future and follow the example of the young lady!"

Ji Fengyao's gaze was gentle, and she smiled at her.

The guards hidden in the shadows listened to the conversation between master and servant, and all felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings of emotion and reflection):

Back then, everyone said that the prince had married a bandit, and they felt sorry for him.

Now... Your Highness has married such a wonderful princess!

Princess Zhaoping used a bath gel developed by Ji Fengyao for her personal hygiene.

She was wearing new clothes that the manor had prepared for Ji Fengyao, clothes she had never worn before. The clothes were also sprayed with perfume that Ji Fengyao had made, but it wasn't for Ji Fengyao herself.

Using that fragrant and smooth shower gel;

The clothes smelled wonderfully of fresh flowers and fruits;

Even though Zhaoping had always lived a life of luxury and had never lacked anything in his life, he still felt that he had wasted the last ten years of his life.

This is the standard life a princess should truly have.

The maids were combing Zhaoping's hair.

Zhaoping touched his bright and gorgeous clothes and thought:

Even if she sincerely repents, it will be too late in this lifetime;

Then let's do it in the next life.

In her next life, she must open her eyes wide and be reborn into a proper princess or noblewoman.

Open your eyes wider and recognize the people around you who are truly good to her.

Then, find one you like.

I can finally enjoy my life with a good husband I don't have to fight with anyone else for.

When Ji Fengyao saw Zhao Ping again, she saw that Zhao Ping was wearing a light lotus root-colored shawl dress with gold trim, and her hair was styled in a low-key court-style flower bud bun, which was understated, restrained and gentle.

Most importantly,

At this moment, Zhaoping's eyes had a clear and bright look, unlike her previous muddled eyes. Even her pupils were much clearer, and her almond-shaped eyes were like autumn water, making her quite a beauty.

"Sister" Zhaoping walked up to Ji Fengyao and greeted her respectfully.

Ji Fengyao stood up, took her hand, and smiled, "You look very nice dressed like this, but the sleeves and skirt are a bit too loose. It won't be good for hitting the dog later. You should ask them to find you some more comfortable clothes."

"The clothes aren't worth it, but I'm afraid they'll waste your kindness, sister," Zhaoping said softly, moved, just as she had said to the Empress Dowager before.

Ji Fengyao knew that this was Zhaoping's innate habit of depending on others;

She was too lazy to correct Zhaoping anymore.

The Empress Dowager's gold and silver treasures were more than enough to support Zhaoping.

Besides, Zhaoping doesn't have many years left to live. As long as she's happy, let her be.

Ji Fengyao, accompanied by Zhaoping, Xique, and Bailu, went directly from the secret passage in her bedroom to the dark room under the side courtyard.

The dark room was brightly lit, and two guards stood watch at the entrance to the side courtyard.

Upon seeing Ji Fengyao and her group approach, the two guards withdrew automatically.

Granny Zheng lay sprawled on the ground like a limp rag, her clothes covered in blood and flesh, and a complex, foul stench emanated from her from afar.

Although Simeng and Siyi were also lying on the ground, they looked much better than Zheng Mama; at least their clothes still revealed their true appearance.

The three of them were stunned when they saw Ji Fengyao and Zhaoping walking hand in hand.

Soon, Granny Zheng cried out to Zhaoping, "Princess, please help me! Even if there's some misunderstanding, please give me a chance to explain myself and spare my life, for the sake of my teaching you!"

The magpie walked over, raised its hand and lashed out with its whip, angrily shouting, "Screw your father's funeral! Who gave you permission to speak!"