Beside the dragon boat, on the pavilion of Prince Su's mansion, Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao boarded the boat together.

Shang Xiye possessed a noble and proud demeanor, his dark purple robe accentuating his tall and elegant figure.

Ji Fengyao wore a brocade robe in the same color scheme as Shang Xiye's robe. She was tall and slender with fair and delicate skin.

The sight of the two walking hand in hand is very beautiful, forming a striking scene in itself.

Qin Weiyang, who was being carried onto the dragon boat by Qixuan and Qiying, saw this scene and gritted her teeth in hatred, instantly tasting the salty, metallic flavor of blood in her mouth.

Why is it that she had a terrible time on her way to Tongyou, while this crude bandit is living a more and more comfortable life?

Now she finally sees it clearly: the emperor is too heartless!

That elusive and unpredictable Doctor Xiao is too elusive and difficult to grasp.

So, she regretted it!

She wanted to win back the Ninth Prince, who was rightfully hers, regardless of whether he had ever been to that place.

Now neither of them has to look down on the other; they're even.

Once aboard the third floor of the ship, Ji Fengyao, as usual, first took a bath and changed clothes to wash away the uncomfortable sweat.

When he came out to see Shang Xiye, he couldn't help but reach out to scratch the mask on his face. He knew that the scar on his face was itchy and uncomfortable because of the residual poison of the Ghost Mask Gu. He turned around and took out the ointment he had specially prepared for him and handed it to him: "Here, put this on and it won't itch anymore."

Shang Xiye looked up from the book in his hand and saw her freshly bathed, her long, half-wet hair draped over her shoulder, looking charming. He no longer felt itchy on his face, but his heart was itching unbearably.

The simple words, "Princess, please wipe for me," were spoken in a slightly hoarse and slow voice, carrying an alluring quality.

Ji Fengyao was worried that her summer clothes were too thin and her hair was too long, making it easy for her clothes to get wet.

While she was wringing her hair with a handkerchief, she replied without looking up, "I'm wringing my hair. If Your Highness can't see it, please have Wuying come in and wipe it for you."

“He’s so clumsy, how could he do such delicate work?” Shang Xiye pulled the little bandit girl in front of him and made her sit down next to him. He took the handkerchief from her hand and said without changing his expression, “I will cut the princess’s hair, and the princess will apply medicine to me.”

The shadowless figure outside the door: "..."

It's as if you never had your subordinates apply medicine on the battlefield.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time the two of them had dried their hair and applied medicine; men are indeed more clumsy when it comes to doing things.

Ji Fengyao, without any suspicion, reached out and removed the prince's mask.

The scabs on Shang Xiye's face had fallen off, leaving only a faint mark.

The remaining black energy of the Ghost Face Gu stubbornly lingered around the faint mark, making it look like a black spot the size of a fingertip. It was somewhat unsightly upon close inspection, but from a distance, it did not significantly affect his magnificent beauty.

Looking at that face that was so familiar, I thought of my master.

Ji Fengyao's heart softened. She picked up a little ointment with her fingertip, leaned close to him, and gently spread it on his face. Her clear, water-like eyes reflected his slightly flawed face, her gaze soft and warm.

Such a close distance.

Shang Xiye could easily smell the fresh scent of the bath gel she had used and the unique fragrance of a young girl; her skin was as delicate as porcelain, smooth and tender even up close, without a single flaw.

Her skin was white and tender, and moist, as if it could be broken with a single drop of water.

His gaze darkened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and Shang Xiye's hand, which was twisting his hair, gradually stopped.