With a wave of her hand, she exuded a bandit-like air and boundless pride: "It's alright, I lack everything but money. I'll have someone make a whole basket of gold hairpins for you to throw around every day. Once you get used to it, you won't feel bad about it anymore."

Lin Shuang: "..."

Is it a matter of feeling sorry for someone?

That's a phoenix hairpin, a symbol of the Ninth Prince's status, and you threw it away in front of the Prince!

“Yes, Your Highness’s idea is excellent. You are Your Highness’s personal maids, so your vision should not be so shallow. I will handle the matter of casting the phoenix hairpin,” Shang Xiye agreed solemnly.

Lin Shuang: "...!"

Bai Lu: "...!"

Xique: "Wow, son-in-law, you're so generous! I'll never tell the young master you're stingy again!"

Shang Xiye's face fell: "..."

This little traitor who snitches on everything, I really want to hit him, what should I do?

Hold back. Impulsiveness is the devil. This is the princess's most beloved maid; you mustn't lay a hand on her.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

What's wrong with Shang Xiye today? Why does it feel like he's deliberately cooperating with her, even trying to please her?

There's a conspiracy going on! How terrifying!

She should write a cooperation agreement for this guy, clearly stating what each of them should and shouldn't do, and then have them sign it.

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished; with rules, people can get along better.

Meanwhile, half-dead Qi Ying, enduring the astonished stares of everyone who wondered, "Holy crap, where did that pig's head come from?", returned to Qin Wei Yang's residence with a bruised and swollen face.

Even Aunt She and Qi Xuan instinctively grabbed things to throw at her when they first saw her.

"Your Majesty..." Qi Ying called out incoherently as she entered the doorway, her voice filled with sorrow and despair, before kneeling on the ground.

Qin Weiyang's worst-case scenario was that Shang Xiye would return the pastries, but she never expected Qiying to return in this manner. Her heart sank as if it had fallen into an abyss.

"What... what happened?" Qin Weiyang's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Qi Ying stammered for a long time, her words slurred and her expression panicked as she recounted what had happened.

Although the specifics were not very clear to everyone, there was one point that Qiying made very clear.

Qin Weiyang resembles Consort Lian.

Like the Ninth Prince's biological mother, Consort Lian!

This news came like a bolt from the blue, stunning everyone, including Qin Weiyang!

After a long while, Qin Weiyang burst into hysterical laughter, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

There is nothing more ironic in this world: she loved him as a man, but he treated her with the respect due to a mother!

"If I can't give birth to a son like you, then you should just die!" Qin Weiyang's eyes were bloodshot, and she finally went completely insane.

She scrambled off the bed, eager to find the mother Gu of the Ghost Face Gu, desperate to activate the offspring Gu immediately, to inflict Shang Xiye with immense pain, and then to kill him in extreme torment!

Ji Fengyao, who was writing a contract in her room, suddenly paused, feeling that the spiritual energy imprint she had left on the Ghost-Faced Gu had been awakened.

"Ha, Qin Weiyang finally couldn't take the blow and wants to completely destroy Shang Xiye?"

Ji Fengyao smiled coldly, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes:

She once said that her master's appearance was hers!

The perpetrator of the injury shall die!

Setting her pen aside for the moment, Ji Fengyao dropped the half-written contract and went to find the jade bottle containing the Ghost Face Gu.

Shang Xiye, who had been pretending to read attentively on the other side, saw the little bandit suddenly leave and quickly leaned over to look at what she was writing. He was so angry that his thin lips pursed tightly and his face turned as red as the bottom of a pot that had been burning for hundreds of years!