The usually noble and proud Ninth Prince was now bending down and carefully cleaning her wounds. His expression as if facing a formidable enemy and his cautious movements made Ji Fengyao's heart tremble.

If he were to remove his mask, and if a touch of gentleness were added to his eyes, that would be what his master would look like.

The thought had barely formed when he straightened up and turned to take the wound medicine that was on the small square table.

At this moment, Shang Xiye was preoccupied with the little bandit's injury and did not notice that she was staring intently at him.

When Ji Fengyao saw the heartache and worry clearly written in his handsome and familiar eyes, her anger instantly and pathetically dissipated.

"Master, where are you now?"

"Master, are you alright?"

Ji Fengyao closed her eyes, feeling the extreme fire within her life soul, and felt slightly more at ease.

Master said that her extreme fire and his extreme flame are two different fires that originated from the same source.

If one of them goes out, the other will also be affected and gradually go out; but as long as one of the strange flames does not go out, the other, even if only a little spark remains, can be rekindled.

Although her extreme fire had weakened slightly, it was still intact, indicating that her master's extreme flame had not been extinguished, and that her master must still be alive somewhere.

After treating his wounds, Shang Xiye turned to look at the little bandit's face.

I thought I would be met with two fiery stares, but I found that she was just quietly closing her eyes as if she were asleep.

The prince suddenly felt a pang of panic: Could it be that his little wife was so angry that she didn't want to talk to him anymore?

Thinking about it, he realized he had indeed gone too far. Even if he was going to get beaten up, he shouldn't have used pressure points on her. How much pain could she possibly hurt him?

(Rabbit: Oh ho, I can beat you so badly your mother wouldn't recognize you.)

With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the candles. The prince rustled as he changed into clean clothes, then lay down and held the little bandit girl in his arms.

Ji Fengyao was startled awake from her reverie: "..."

What kind of trouble is this big jerk causing now? He's trying to sleep in broad daylight.

"Your Highness..." he suddenly whispered in her ear.

Ji Fengyao: "?!"

Not hearing a reply from his wife, Shang Xiye panicked even more, and after a long pause, he said, "If you're really angry, then... then you can't stay here."

A voice filled with utter helplessness and utterly spineless.

It's soft and cute, with a gentle, murmuring sound.

If Ji Fengyao hadn't been immobilized by pressure points and couldn't move or speak, she could have given him the most classic dumbfounded performance in history.

Holy crap, what's going on?!

Did this guy finally remember that he needed her to save his life, so he had a change of heart and came to apologize?

"princess?"

"...Yaoyao?"

"I was wrong..."

Wu Shang, who was hiding in the shadows, could no longer bear it and reminded his foolish master, "Your Highness, would you like to release the pressure points for the Princess before explaining to her?"

Shang Xiye: "...!"

He silently reached out to release the pressure points on the young woman in his arms, waiting for a beating.

Ji Fengyao was furious. Damn it, the Ninth Prince is so cunning!

He actually acted cute and affectionate with her!

Yao Yao?

Oh my god, my girlish heart is about to explode!

I am no match for you, I concede defeat!

I'm truly impressed!

To avoid embarrassment, I'll just pretend to be dead for now. Sleeping all the way back is not a bad idea.

Shang Xiye thought she was really asleep. Thinking about what she had just done, her face burned, and she had an urge to kill Wushang.

Wu Shang: "..."

Screw your mouth! If your master does something stupid in the future, you must learn from those two treacherous dogs, Wuying and Wuhen, and just ignore it!