Now, when I suddenly recall this scene, the memory is exceptionally clear.

Judging from the shape of his lips, what he said should be: "Little darling, don't hate your master."

Ji Fengyao frowned slightly and sat blankly on the couch.

She repeatedly recalled the scene, confirming that he had indeed said "Don't hate your master," and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Why did her master tell her not to hate him? He had been so good to her since she was a child, so why should she hate him?

Oh, Master, I don't hate you, I miss you so much.

Ji Fengyao felt a coolness on her face, raised her hand to wipe it, and realized she hadn't even noticed when tears had fallen. Suddenly, she felt a strong urge to see Shang Xiye, even though the wounds on his face hadn't fully healed and the dark aura hadn't completely dissipated; just seeing his eyes would be enough.

With a light leap, Ji Fengyao landed on the bed and nodded in satisfaction.

Well, now she can barely be considered someone with "lightness skill".

While scaling walls and walking on water is still a bit of a stretch, it's more than enough for things like climbing over walls.

When the guards in Shang Xiye's courtyard saw Ji Fengyao arrive, they thought that given how much the prince doted on his princess, there was no need for them to announce her arrival, so they remained silent.

So much so that the two guys inside the house, who were having a lot of trouble, never imagined that someone else could come into this impenetrable yard.

"Your Highness, how about we ask the Princess for ten thousand taels of silver first?" Wu Ying was worried about money for the first time.

"I said it's all hers, so it's all hers. You're not allowed to ask the Princess for even a tael of silver again." Shang Xiye's voice was deep and emotionless, with an unyielding coldness.

Ji Fengyao's steps faltered at the top of the steps: "..."

Wait, what do these two mean?

"But what about the expenses at Qingyuan tomorrow..."

Shang Xiye interrupted Wuying, speaking calmly: "Take these two hundred taels first, then have the Silver Armor Army find the Chen brothers and have each write an IOU for 100,000 taels. Once Duke Chen has paid the debt, let them out ahead of schedule."

Shadowless: "..."

Ji Fengyao: "!"

I never imagined you were this kind of prince!

They spend all their grocery money to put on a show of wealth, then turn around and extort money from their rivals.

Ji Fengyao finally understood why this guy liked to rummage through his sheepskin blanket all the time.

If the wool on that piece of skin is already owned, then it's not about picking wool, it's about picking money!

Ji Fengyao thought it over and decided not to go in, lest the prince, who was so concerned about saving face, suffer from an embarrassing overreaction and die suddenly.

It is said that Chen Shiyu and Chen Xiaoyi, two brothers in misfortune, had been running for their lives in the vast dense forest for several days when they "coincidentally" met in a cave.

Having grown up in luxury and never experienced hunger or hardship, the two brothers couldn't help but embrace and weep upon their reunion.

Most of the soldiers who had fled into the dense forest with them were dead, and only a few remained. Most of the survivors were wounded and exhausted, so the two brothers had to learn to do things like hunting, gathering firewood, and starting a fire on their own.

What drove them to despair was that they would often be fine while gathering firewood or hunting, but just as the prey was about to be cooked, the pursuers would arrive, as if they had come because they smelled the roasting meat.

After several days of this chase, Chen Shiyu finally realized that the other party was deliberately playing them for a fool.

He simply stopped running, weakly leaning on his sword and sitting on the ground, saying with hatred and anger, "Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground, what exactly do you want by toying with us brothers like this?"