"Secondly, I am already deeply entrenched in the palace, and I know that it is better to avoid trouble in the palace in order to survive for a long time."

The Third Prince has been lying low in the palace for so long. He clearly has the ability and means, yet he does not vie for the throne.

I didn't know why before, but I could clearly see the ambition in his eyes when he was alone.

Seeing how the princess saved me today, I suddenly seem to understand;

His approach to the princess must have ulterior motives!

The Third Prince must have a bigger scheme!

Today, the princess both rescued and comforted me; the princess is still so kind to Thirteen.

I couldn't bear to see the princess being deceived, so I secretly reminded Miss Bailu.

By this point, Nie Meier's emotions had calmed down.

It seems that she now has a son, Xiao Shisan, and has accepted the fact that the person she once deeply loved no longer exists.

Having understood the whole story, Ji Fengyao had already made up her mind. She said, "I understand. Thank you for telling me the whole story tonight. You'll have to stay here for a while longer. Be careful not to let anyone see through your act. Stay here and take care of yourself. I'll be leaving now."

“Okay, I’ll wait for you,” Nie Meier said, looking at Ji Fengyao with hopeful eyes.

Ji Fengyao knew that she was in dire straits and saw herself as her only hope.

"Yes!" Ji Fengyao nodded solemnly to reassure her.

Ji Fengyao then dispelled the array in the room, nimbly leaping out of the back window and silently disappearing into the night like a night owl.

Nie Meier hugged the corner of the quilt to her chest, her gaze fixed on the window that seemed never to have been opened or closed.

Her lips suddenly curved into a slight smile, revealing the most beautiful and vibrant smile she had shown in recent years.

She murmured excitedly in her heart, "Thirteen, my child, we are about to be saved. Mother can raise you herself now."

Early the next morning.

Ji Fengyao had Wanyue deliver a letter to Shang Dongyang, saying that she could agree to the marriage, but she needed to embroider the wedding dress herself for half a month.

Shang Dongyang held the letter, his heart filled with disbelief: Could a bandit really embroider a wedding dress?

She probably doesn't even know how to thread a needle or how to hold a needle!

But Meng Qi, who had also read the letter while craning his neck, was overjoyed and said repeatedly, "When a woman in the mortal world embroiders her wedding dress, it shows how much she values ​​the marriage. Besides, half a month is not a long time. Your Majesty can agree to it."

Can I refuse?

Shang Dongyang rolled his eyes silently and said to Wan Yue in a very cold tone, "Go back and tell Princess Chonghe that I have given my permission."

Wan Yue: "...Here you go."

Finally, she glanced at Meng Qi with a mixture of surprise and admiration, then silently retreated.

After Wan Yue had walked away, Shang Dongyang put on an extremely ingratiating expression and said with a fawning face, "Father, that bandit is always cunning. You and His Majesty must be careful and not give in to her in everything, or you may be tricked by her and the Ninth Prince!"

Meng Qi arrogantly and contemptuously raised his head, coldly scoffing, "Hmph, you mortals are ignorant, and that's it. In our cultivation world, whoever has higher cultivation is right; all schemes and tricks are just paper tigers that can be easily punctured in the face of absolute power. Your Excellency has already condensed a demonic infant, and your cultivation in this realm is already extraordinary. In just half a month, no matter how much they try, they can't possibly defeat Your Excellency!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's because your son is too ignorant." Shang Dongyang swallowed the resentment in his heart, but couldn't stop the greed in his eyes: "Father, you are so amazing, but I, your son, am so mediocre and ignorant. You would be ashamed if you told anyone. Why don't you teach your son a few tricks?"