Shang Dongyang decided to curry favor with his cheap father.

As long as his cheapskate father is willing to teach him the art of shedding his skin and being reborn, he'll accept him as his biological father!

In reality, Hui Nuan Pavilion is not as fully equipped as it appears to the outside world.

Looking at the simple furnishings in the room, Bai Lu felt sorry for Ji Fengyao.

She still made sure the bed was as soft as before for Ji Fengyao, and hung the curtains in the same pattern that Ji Fengyao loved most.

Looking back, he saw that Ji Fengyao was sitting on a soft couch, but there wasn't even a decent cushion.

Bai Lu took out a fine, soft cushion from her storage ring and placed it on her back, advising, "Your Highness, in my opinion, since we've made it seem like we're going to stay here permanently, let's go all the way. It won't make a difference if we spend a few more coins. Why make ourselves suffer? Look how empty this room is."

"Alright, you don't need to bother anymore," Ji Fengyao said, pulling Bai Lu's hand and helping her sit on the soft couch. She poured her a cup of tea and said, "I'm not worried about the few coins, I'm worried about you working for nothing."

"This servant doesn't mind being tired. This servant promised the Prince, Lady Ji, and Sister Xique that I would take good care of you, Princess Consort," Bai Lu said happily, holding the teacup with both hands. Her clear eyes crinkled with laughter, and she was both innocent and clever.

"Do you think we can stay here for a few days? If I'm not mistaken, the imperial edict will be delivered by noon tomorrow." Ji Fengyao bent one leg, rested her right elbow on her knee, and said with a touch of roguishness and domineering: "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. Some people will never stop courting death until they die."

"Does the Princess mean that the Emperor hasn't given up yet?" Bai Lu was slightly surprised.

Although her princess was incomparably beautiful, a rare sight in the world;

But she was a married woman, or rather, the emperor's aunt.

If the Emperor really insists on marrying her princess, isn't he afraid of being criticized by the world?

"The Emperor is not of royal Shang blood at all. The current palace is most likely a den of demons." Ji Fengyao casually set up a defensive barrier in the courtyard before explaining to Bai Lu in detail that Shang Xiche was possessed and that Shang Dongyang was not of royal Shang blood.

Bai Lu suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, saying, "It seems that the capital is more dangerous than I imagined."

"Silly girl, are you scared?" Ji Fengyao looked at her with a smile.

"I'm not afraid. At worst, I'll die." Bai Lu shook her head firmly and said frankly, "Being able to follow the Princess is the blessing of my life. I have enjoyed everything I could and couldn't enjoy. Even if I were to die tomorrow, my life would be worth it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Spit on yourself!" Ji Fengyao flicked her forehead and then, like a female hooligan, patted the girl's increasingly tender and beautiful face. She laughed in a roguish way, "Now that you've become my woman, do you still want to run away halfway? Stay by my side properly, or I'll drag you back even if I have to go to the Nine Kings of Hell."

"Pfft!" Bai Lu was amused by her roguish manner and laughed, "If Your Highness were a man, even if it were a great act of rebellion, I would still have to think about you and marry you."

"How about I create a male clone in the future, and you marry me?" Ji Fengyao, caught up in the moment, teased Bai Lu without restraint.

This made Bai Lu blush with embarrassment. She then remembered that there was such a thing as creating clones in the cultivation world. She quickly spat and said, "Your Highness is just making fun of me. Aren't you afraid that when the Prince finds out about this, he'll drag me out and behead me!"