That evening, Ji Fengyao silently finished giving Shang Xiye acupuncture. Instead of snuggling into his arms as before, she tightened her pajamas and curled up at the innermost part of the bed like a little quail passing by.

Shang Xiye: "..."

Is the young wife shy or angry?

He reached out to embrace her, but she grabbed his arm and threw it back at him: "Your Highness, don't pull me like that. From now on, we'll sleep like this."

What? You're going to sleep like this from now on? That's not okay!

A flash of anger appeared in Shang Xiye's eyes. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, but his voice was very soft: "Your Highness made the contract yourself, you made the promise yourself, do you want to go back on your word?"

"You, you, you still have the nerve to mention the contract?" Ji Fengyao was enveloped by his soft voice and gentle eyes, and her heart started pounding again, making her unable to speak properly.

This devilish woman, relying solely on her master's handsome face, flirts with no limits.

"The contract was written and signed by me and my queen. Why would I be embarrassed to mention it?" Shang Xiye moved his face closer, almost biting the little bandit's ear.

His nostrils were filled with the sweet fragrance of the little creature, which made him infatuated and reluctant to leave.

"The contract clearly states that intimate contact is prohibited outside of public places without the consent of both parties. What is Your Highness doing now?" Ji Fengyao gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at the prince who was still relentlessly radiating hormones.

"I remember the contract also stated that, in order to cooperate with each other's illnesses, we must stay in bed together every day until the other's illness is cured. I have not breached the contract," Shang Xiye argued, moving closer and closer until they were about to kiss.

Ji Fengyao reached out and covered his burning lips, almost wanting to explode and hit him: "You still say you didn't!"

Shang Xiye gently pulled her away, asking in a soft, breathy voice, "Is this the bed?"

Ji Fengyao glanced left and right, unwillingly replying, "Yes!"

"Then...like this," Shang Xiye quickly leaned down and kissed her lips, his voice becoming even softer, "would that count as intimate?"

"Of course it counts!"

Ji Fengyao was about to erupt, but the big bad wolf prince flipped over and pinned her down. She heard his aggrieved and pitiful soft hum in her ear: "Then I did not break the contract. I was being intimate with the princess in bed as agreed."

After speaking, they shared a passionate kiss that left him utterly exhausted.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

That cunning jerk even started arguing with her about the nuances of language!

"Yaoyao, is it okay?"

"Can't!"

"That……"

"Shang Xiye!"

The next morning, Ji Fengyao stared blankly at the bed canopy, tears welling up in her eyes as she recalled the contract.

If she could, she would grab everyone's hand and sincerely warn them:

When drawing up contracts or agreements, you must be very careful with every word and not take any word lightly!

On the carriage entering the palace.

After hesitating for a while, Ji Fengyao asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, could we draft a new contract?"

"No," Shang Xiye said, holding a book in his hand, sitting upright. His face, hidden behind the book, had a slight smile on his lips.

Ji Fengyao gritted her teeth for a while, then slammed her small hand on the table and growled in a low voice, "Then this young lady will break the contract!"

"Yes," Shang Xiye remained unmoved, his voice light and gentle, lingering in the ear: "No one in this world has ever dared to break my promise. Your Highness can give it a try."

"What else can you do?" Ji Fengyao huffed and puffed, her small face slightly raised. At worst, she would just give up looking for herbs!

"I'll just turn this world upside down and have some fun," Shang Xiye said casually.