In the evening, Shang Xiye arrived at Hui Nuan Pavilion and saw everyone's cheerful faces, as well as the little bandit girl's charming and expectant expression. The pent-up frustration in her heart that had been lingering for several days finally dissipated a bit.

"Your Highness, you've arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long!" Ji Fengyao greeted him obsequiously, looking like she had been eagerly awaiting his favor.

Shang Xiye lowered her eyelids slightly, feeling that she must have gone mad.

Even watching her act, he found her clever and cute, and felt a surge of joy. If it were any other woman in the past, or any other woman, who dared to act so pretentiously in front of him, he would have slapped them away long before they even got close.

"Your Highness, have you had dinner yet? When did you have it?" Ji Fengyao personally pushed Shang Xiye into the side hall, speaking in a sweet and ingratiating voice: "If you haven't had dinner yet, I will instruct them to prepare your favorite dishes; if you had dinner late, then we will have to wait a while before you can take a bath, as taking a bath within 15 minutes after a meal is not good for your health."

"Your Highness, the Prince had dinner early tonight," Wu Ying reminded him with a smile.

It was used much earlier than expected.

After the prince had lunch, he would ask every half hour when dinner would be ready, which made the cook in the small kitchen think that he hadn't prepared enough food for lunch. In the afternoon, he prepared a huge table full of food, and all the guards in the courtyard were stuffed.

Ji Fengyao, of course, knew nothing of this, and seamlessly picked up where Wuying left off: "Oh, alright then, let's just take a bath. I've already ordered the medicinal bath to be prepared. Wuying, you push the prince to the side room..."

"Right here," Shang Xiye interrupted Ji Fengyao in time.

Should we send him to the side room?

Hmph, if he wants to go to the side room, why does he have the nerve to come here to his wife?

Ji Fengyao gritted her teeth inwardly. "Damn it, I don't share a bathtub with men!" she thought, forcing a smile. "Your Highness..."

"No? If not, I'll do it later..." Shang Xiye said, turning his wheelchair to leave.

"Alright, alright! I was just afraid Your Highness would find it offensive, after all, I used that bathtub." Ji Fengyao quickly reached out to stop Shang Xiye, feeling that her integrity had been shattered into pieces.

Shang Xiye remained silent, but seeing that Wuying still wanted to follow her in, she silently glared at him.

Wuying: "..." He immediately stopped.

Ji Fengyao noticed that Wuying hadn't followed, stopped at the door of the inner room, and turned back to say, "Wuying, aren't you going to come in and help the prince?"

Wuying: "I have important matters to attend to. I trouble Your Highness to take good care of the Prince!"

Having said that, he vanished without a trace in an instant, his feet barely touching the ground.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

What happened to the promise that the four bodyguards would protect the Ninth Prince every step of the way? Why did they just leave him to her without a second thought?

The maids poured the medicinal soup into the bathtub and then obediently withdrew, leaving only Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye in the room.

"Your Highness, shall I help you undress?" Ji Fengyao asked calmly and ingratiatingly as she stepped forward.

She thought that, given his usual temper, he would definitely reject her.

Unexpectedly, he simply hummed in agreement.

Ji Fengyao gritted her teeth: See? I knew this person was here to cause trouble.

She should be careful and avoid giving him any trouble.

Anyway, she had done this before. It was easier to undress him while he was sitting than lying down. With a few quick swipes of her hands, he was left with only a thin pair of shorts.

Ji Fengyao helped him up by holding his long, strong arm. She felt a burning gaze on her head and looked up to meet his bewitching eyes that seemed to be burning with starlight.

"Your Highness, why are you looking at me like that? Did I accidentally hurt you somewhere?" Ji Fengyao felt that his gaze was a little strange.