As for their talents and virtues, one can tell from the words of Xi Que, Wu Tongyu, and An Zijin, who had just bought a property and rushed over.

Ji Fengyao is skilled in alchemy, extremely wealthy, and capable of recruiting soldiers and building her own business—she's just as capable as Shang Xiye in every way.

Compared to Ji Fengyao's skills, which she had acquired through genuine cultivation and learning, Xue Bingling's innate talent was simply insignificant.

A powerful demon from the Snow Fox Clan couldn't bear to look at Xue Bingling's grief-stricken face any longer, so he quietly sent a telepathic message to her, saying, "Holy Maiden, why don't you go back? You're just suffering here. Why not return to the Origin Continent and enjoy your freedom?"

Xue Bingling is depressed and unable to control herself.

Hearing this advice suddenly was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; it instantly exploded.

"Why should I go back? Tell me why I should go back! Just because of her appearance, do I have to stay away from her and not be able to coexist with her in the same plane?" Xue Bingling slammed her chopsticks on the table and glared angrily at the person.

The great demon of the snow fox clan twitched his lips, turned away, and remained silent.

Never mind, it's his fault for being nosy.

Since the two communicated through telepathy, no one else knew what they were saying.

So even though Xue Bingling slammed her chopsticks down, no one else could say anything.

Everyone just glanced at it, and the meal was over without anyone noticing.

Xi Que glanced at Xue Bingling twice, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes:

This vixen is so unconvinced; it seems she still has her eyes on her son-in-law. Does she think that both she and her mistress are dead?

An Zijin also noticed the unfriendly looks from Xue Bingling and Xique, and transmitted her thoughts to them, saying, "Xique, don't provoke her. Her cultivation is higher than yours, so don't suffer at her hands. Don't worry, I will keep an eye on her and won't let her hurt Miss."

"Sister thinks too highly of her. If she dares to provoke Miss, Miss could skin her alive and make a fox fur coat with a flick of her finger." Xi Que gritted her teeth and said, "I just can't stand her lack of self-awareness. She knows that our young master has a young lady, yet she still has such wishful thinking."

An Zijin had seen green tea before.

Even the strongest couples can't withstand having a scheming, manipulative woman constantly causing trouble and being disgusting.

"Then let's find a way to teach her a lesson." An Zijin looked at Xue Bingling's pretty little face and felt a little frustrated.

"No need to think of a way," Xi Que said casually, gulping down a bowl of wine with a roguish air. "We'll just wait for her to run into the line of fire. She's too green to bully my young lady."

As night fell, the wind and rain stopped inside the house.

Shang Xiye held his beloved wife tightly in his arms, his nostrils filled with her unique sweet scent.

"Little wife, are you still angry?" Shang Xiye gently stroked the soft hair on the side of the little bandit's face with affection and asked softly.

That deep, mellow voice possesses an intoxicating magnetism, like a slowly playing cello melody, captivating and enchanting the listener.

"I believe you. I've always believed in you. I just never thought there would be someone like you who's so clingy." The little bandit nestled comfortably and warmly in Shang Xiye's arms, her voice soft and slightly hoarse.

Like the tip of a cat's tail, it fiercely teased Shang Xiye's heart.

Sensing that a certain big bad wolf was about to stir up trouble again, the little bandit girl quickly raised her blushing face, her clear phoenix eyes shimmering with misty tears, and softly said, "Your Highness, let's talk for a while. Tell me, what exactly is going on with that little fox?"