Qi Ying naturally recognized Wu Ying. The two served different masters and had no affection for each other.

"Make way, our Lady sent me to deliver something to the Prince, it's his favorite chestnut cake," Qi Ying declared coldly.

"Please leave the girl at the door and go back," Wuying said expressionlessly, like a talking wooden stake.

"Our Lady said she would personally hand it over to the Prince," Qi Ying said, her anger rising, wishing she could slap Wu Ying's cold face across the face.

"Our princess also said that no woman is allowed to come within three feet of the prince, otherwise she will cut down one if she sees one, and two if she sees two," Wu Ying said without changing his expression, repeating the words that Ji Fengyao had said when she first came down the mountain, threatening the prince with a knife.

He wasn't afraid that the master inside would hear him, since his master was now hoping that the princess would be jealous of him and clean up his mess!

Shang Xiye: "..."

Can't you at least give me some face?

Even I, the king, want to save face, okay?

"You dog of a servant, don't you know that our Lady is someone the Prince values? You've offended her, and you can't bear the consequences!" Qi Ying raised her voice eight octaves in resentment.

"Who do you think you are, daring to spew filth here and slander the Prince's reputation? You're asking for death!" Upon hearing these shameless words, Wuying was so enraged that he drew his sword to strike.

The sword was not yet drawn.

Xique rushed over and kicked Qiying in the backside, sending her and the food box flying: "You think I care about your grandpa? Have some shame! My son-in-law isn't blind. Would he be interested in someone like your master?"

Xi Que already possessed some martial arts skills, and after the medicinal bath, his abilities increased even more.

Even though the kick only used a fraction of its force, Qi Ying was still shaken for a long time, her buttocks were numb and she had lost all feeling.

Qi Ying knew she couldn't win, and now the pastries in the food box had spilled. If she couldn't convey the Empress's wishes, things would only get worse when she got back.

"Your Highness, our Lady said she knows she was too willful and let you down before. Now that she knows she was wrong, she made the chestnut sugar cake that Your Highness loves the most..." Qi Ying shouted into the house, her voice choked with pain.

"You'd better shout louder!" Ji Fengyao heard the commotion and walked back just in time to hear Qi Ying's words. She felt inexplicably irritated: "Do I need to invite the Emperor and the Empress Dowager to come and enjoy your performance of openly cheating on your mistress, who is already a married woman?"

"You, you mustn't make false accusations! Everyone knows our Lady is from the Ninth Prince's residence, everyone knows our Lady has a very close personal relationship with the Ninth Prince..."

Before Qiying could finish her retort, Xique rushed over in anger, grabbed her by the collar, lifted her up, and slapped her repeatedly: "I'll teach you a lesson! I'll teach you a lesson! You dog with a mouth that can't utter a single tusk, how dare you spew filth in front of our young lady! I'll beat you to death today, you shameless bastard!"

"Those who know me well know that I only treated her differently because she looked like Consort Lian." Shang Xiye was also disgusted by Qi Ying's words and finally couldn't help but come out, but he did not stop Xi Que.

Like Qi Ying, Qi Xuan, Aunt She, and Qin Weiyang, they all knew that the Ninth Prince was only kind to Qin Weiyang because she looked like someone, but they never knew who that person was.

Hearing the Ninth Prince mention it himself, Qi Ying hadn't heard the answer yet, but a sense of panic had already inexplicably gripped her.

With her face bruised and swollen, she struggled to utter two bewildered words in Xique's hand: "Consort Lian?"

"Consort Lian is my biological mother!"

Shang Xiye's voice was icy cold, and his gaze toward Qi Ying was filled with disgust and revulsion.