Just as Ji Fengyao was about to fall asleep, the temperature-controlled pillow in her arms suddenly spoke, "The first batch of medicinal herbs I collected from various places will arrive in a couple of days. They are all kinds that are not commonly found in the pharmacies of the capital. I forgot to ask you, have your father-in-law and Fengming found the common medicinal herbs for you? Do you need me to purchase some for you?"

bite!

Shang Xiye's words were like a power-on button, instantly waking Ji Fengyao up. She raised her head again, her face full of surprise: "Really! How much is in one batch?"

"More than a thousand," Shang Xi replied at night.

“Not bad, brother…” As soon as she said “brother,” the little bandit saw someone’s brows furrow slightly and quickly changed her words: “Your Highness, well done! I really like your decisive and efficient style. I also have some good news to tell you.”

Looking at her beaming face and sparkling eyes, Shang Xiye felt a surge of tenderness in his heart: "What good news?"

Ji Fengyao proudly raised her chubby little face and said in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, I have prepared a medicinal soup prescription for you. The purchase list was all written today, but I was delayed by the matters concerning Consort Jia and the Dowager Consort and didn't have time to send it to you. This medicinal soup is unique in the world; it strengthens the body and improves physical fitness!"

"An antidote prescription?" Shang Xiye frowned even more deeply.

"Uh, no," Ji Fengyao thought he was concerned about her progress in developing the antidote, and said sincerely, "But don't worry, Your Highness, as long as I find all the medicinal materials, I will definitely prepare the antidote for you as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Shang Xiye secretly breathed a sigh of relief and feigned magnanimity by giving a "hmm". In his heart, however, he was calculating that he needed to come up with another reasonable and long-term solution to ensure that he could continue to stay in her room to rest after the antidote was prepared, until the little bandit girl had concocted the antidote.

"My father and elder brother have helped me find a lot of common medicinal herbs, but I don't know which ones I'm missing. After they've searched the capital, I'll go to various pharmacies and buy whatever I need or am missing," Ji Fengyao said, naturally lying down again, resting her head on the prince's shoulder, her face pressed against his chest, without even thinking about how awkward it was.

Shang Xiye lowered her stunning eyes, her lips curved upwards, and she softly hummed in agreement once more.

The little bandit looks soft and cuddly, but she's a fiercely independent creature. Too much or too little will provoke her vigilance and fighting spirit. Approaching her quietly like this, gradually letting her lower her guard and adapt, is just right.

Hearing her soft, even breathing, I knew she was asleep.

Shang Xiye gently took her soft little hand, kissed it tenderly a few times, held her hand against his chest, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, something happened in the imperial court that was neither too big nor too small.

Feng Zhengchang, the Minister of Rites, had a private estate robbed and burned down.

Feng Zhengchang glared at Ji Chenhai and his son in the court, crying his heart out.

Anyone could see from his eyes that he suspected the Ji family father and son were behind it, but he had no proof.

When Feng Zhengchang reported this matter, Shang Xiche's first suspects were actually the Ji family father and son.

Ji Chenhai, enraged by the strange looks from the court officials, snapped, "Why are you all staring at my son and me like that? Do you think we did this?!"

Everyone fell silent: Besides you two, father and son, who else in Kyoto is a habitual bandit?