Their eyes met, both blushed, and they fell into an awkward silence.

Black Owl, barely able to contain himself, yelled as the flying sword teetered precariously, "Get down here now!"

Ji Fengming stared blankly, "Ah...? Oh, oh..."

At this moment, Shang Xiye, standing below, roared, his voice echoing in all directions: "In the past, no one in the Great Zhao Dynasty, surrounded by wolves, could control me. Today and in the future, no one in this world can control me in the slightest, not even my own parents. If you bring this up again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

This sound shook the heavens and the earth.

As soon as Ji Fengming's foot touched the sword, it was shaken and he pulled back up.

Black Owl: "..."

That's it, I can't control this sword anymore.

Like two kites with tangled strings that had broken, the two wobbled and plummeted towards the lush flowerbeds on the distant lakeside.

After Shang Xiye finished roaring, he flew to the side of the little female bandit by the lake.

Ji Fengyao held two brightly colored spiritual herbs in one hand, while her other hand rested on the flowers and grass on the ground, her slender, fair fingers digging deep into the soft soil.

My fingertips are icy cold.

My heart, however, was churning like boiling water.

Shang Xiye's gaze, filled with intense hostility, was fixed on her. The hostility in his eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only a cold and pitiful brilliance, tinged with a faint sadness.

He slowly squatted down, picked up the little bandit's hand that was stuck in the dirty mud, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the mud off her fingertips and nails. His voice was soft, like a little dog that had been hurt by its owner but was still cautiously trying to get comfort from its owner: "Are all these things in your hands useful? You watch from the side, I'll pick them for you, so you don't get your hands dirty."

"Your Highness..." Ji Fengyao's heart ached with pain.

Shang Xiye took out a thick blanket from his storage ring, spread it out beside her, carefully picked her up, and placed her on it as if she were a fragile treasure. Then he turned around and dug up the same spiritual herb as the one in her hand. His voice was soft and weak, like that of a dying beast: "Little wife, after we finish picking the spiritual herbs and catching the dragon fish, let's go back to Cangzhou and stay until this world is about to collapse before we leave."

Cangzhou is their only home.

Only in Cangzhou, free from so much chaos, can they find peace and tranquility to stay together.

If this world weren't on the verge of collapse, he would be even less willing to go to the Danling Continent.

Because it was there that he killed her;

He...can't lose her...and this might be his retribution.

Ji Fengyao had never seen Shang Xiye like this before. This version of him made her panic, heartbroken, and even more heartbroken. She wanted to get up and hug him: "Your Highness, you..."

"Don't come any closer, just sit there quietly." Shang Xiye heard the noise behind her and spoke up to stop her in time, as if to her, but also as if to herself: "Only when you are well can I feel at ease, only then can I be well. Just stay there, don't move."

Zhao Qinglian, Jun Shimi, and Wanqikafu went ashore.

The three approached Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye with hesitant expressions.

Zhao Qinglian looked at Ji Fengyao with a guilty expression, as if she wanted to say something.

Ji Fengyao gently shook her head and transmitted her voice, "Mother, don't say anything more. This is not your fault. You should go back first. I will take care of the Prince. You don't need to worry too much."

Zhao Qinglian looked at Shang Xiye's lonely yet stubborn back with a mixture of heartache and helplessness, nodded, and had no choice but to turn and leave first.

Wanqika looked around but couldn't find Ji Fengming.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say a few words to Ji Fengyao before leaving.

Jun Shimi covered her mouth and forcibly pulled her away.