After listening to Mi Jiang'er's account, Shanyu Heye frowned.

Everyone knew that the Emperor's intentions in bestowing this marriage upon the Ninth Prince and his consort were not good. But everyone thought the Ninth Prince's consort was just a joke; no one expected that this joke would one day turn into a weapon.

Her alliance with Ji Fengyao came to a perfect end with the death of Consort Jia.

Now all she needs to do is live quietly until Ji Fengyao's words carry enough weight, then she can be released.

At that time, she was free and unrestrained.

But could she really just stand by and watch the Ninth Prince walk step by step toward his demise?

"Sister, take me to see the prince. Let's tell him the truth and get him away from that bandit," Mi Jiang'er said, looking at Shanyu Heye with hope.

In this way, her merits and demerits would cancel each other out in Shang Xiye's eyes, and perhaps she could still be the third wife of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Chanyu Heye remained silent for a long time.

She glanced up at Mi Jiang'er and said, "Leave alive tonight and live in anonymity from now on; or choose to stay and continue living the life you've had for the past two days until you die in the Prince's mansion. The choice is yours."

"What, sister, you want me to leave?" Mi Jiang'er asked incredulously. "Have you been bribed by that bandit, or are you afraid of him and have already willingly handed over the prince?"

"There was never any mutual concession; it was the Prince who chose the Princess. You may leave. Whether you leave the Prince's Mansion, return to your Huixiang Pavilion, or go to Chunhen Pavilion or Tongyin Courtyard to commit murder and seek revenge, it is none of my business anymore. I have already conveyed the Princess's last goodwill." Shanyu Heye took a deep breath and finally made his original decision.

"Sister, I thought you were the smartest among us, but it turns out you're really a coward." Mi Jiang'er smiled bitterly and reluctantly, picked up the bundle on the table, and turned to leave.

Shanyu Heye also gave a bitter laugh and shook his head.

Some people are like that; they speak with an air of superiority, criticizing others, yet they are reluctant to let go of the benefits others offer.

They always have to push themselves to the point of no return before they are willing to reflect on whether they have done something wrong.

"You look down on her? You think you've made a wise choice and can live a peaceful life for the rest of your days?" Suddenly, a pleasant voice, like the light playing of a musical instrument, drifted in from outside the window.

"Who?!" Shanyu Heye stood up alertly.

After sending Ji Fengyao back to Hui Nuan Pavilion, Shang Xiye prepared to return to Mo Zhai to arrange for the Di Kingdom's spies to keep an eye out for what Yuan Zhouhan had mentioned. As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, he felt that something was amiss.

Wuying flew up to the walls, rooftops, and other dark places, circled around, and returned with a very bad expression: "The guards have all been drugged."

Shang Xi went into the study at night to check and found that the mechanisms in the secret room had not been activated.

He was about to confirm with the Shadowless Chamber again when he heard a very faint yet extremely unbearable moan coming from the bedroom next door.

Shang Xiye turned his wheelchair to go over, but Wuying quickly stopped him: "Your Highness, be careful, it might be a trap."

After saying that, Wuying stepped forward first, blocking Shang Xiye behind her, and the two slowly approached the bedroom.

At this moment, the woman's unbearable moans came from the bedroom again, louder and more alluring than before.

Wuying suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Why does that voice sound so much like the girl's voice when he was doing *that* with Cuihong Tower that day?

"What?" Shang Xiye asked him cautiously and seriously in a low voice.

"Your Highness, the woman in this room... seems to be acting strangely," Wu Ying said awkwardly.