Ji Fengyao could sense that the two concubines and three mistresses in his mansion were secretly plotting against her, as if they wanted to stab her to death!

"Your Highness, I..." Ji Fengyao bit her lower lip, her bright eyes, as if washed clean, staring at Shang Xiye with a silent accusation: What have I done to offend you? Why are you doing this to me?!

Looking at her puffed-up little face, Shang Xiye felt it was incredibly cute and smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Even Wuying and Wuhen were shocked this time, staring at their master in astonishment.

Your Highness, you are too cruel.

Didn't you see how green these women's faces have turned? You're driving the princess to her doom!

Ji Fengyao's chest heaved violently with anger.

Damn it, I'll kill you with one needle tonight! If I don't kill you, I'm not Yun Yao! You just wait!

As if facing execution, Ji Fengyao sat down on the chair that resembled an execution platform. Her pearly white teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, but she still managed to feign an expression of unbridled joy on her face, saying in a soft, sweet voice, "Thank you, Your Highness."

A torrent of "I'm done for, I'm done for" echoed in my mind...

Shang Xiye could tell that the little thing was about to get angry. With a faint smile on his lips, he reached out and picked up her long, smooth hair, which was as smooth as satin. He held it in a dry handkerchief and gently and carefully twisted it before casually starting to talk about the important matter: "Who saw a drunk man enter the Princess's courtyard?"

Xi Ningchang looked at Shang Xiye's clean and slender hands, gently twisting his black and smooth hair. The scene was like the most beautiful sight in the world. Jealousy burned so hard that her mind went blank and her heart ached. She couldn't think of a reply.

The other two concubines and the two mistresses were in similar moods, each pursuing their own selfish interests.

Seeing that she couldn't rely on her master, Yingzhu stepped forward slightly, lowered her head, and whispered, "Your Highness, it is this servant."

"Drag him out."

Shang Xiye didn't even lift her eyelids, as if it were just a casual remark, and remained focused on gently twisting the hair in her hands.

Two guards responded and came out, one on each side, to grab Yingzhu and drag her away.

Yingzhu turned pale with fright and screamed, "Your Highness, spare me! Second Madam, please save me, Second Madam!"

Xi Ningchang finally snapped out of her emotional daze. Seeing that Shang Xiye was going to deal with her people, she immediately knelt down: "Your Highness, I know that I was reckless today and almost implicated the Princess. But Yingzhu came out of the palace with me. She has always served me diligently. Please forgive me and let her off this time."

Ji Fengyao glanced sideways at Xi Ningchang.

Is this a plea for mercy?

This is clearly using that person in the palace to intimidate Shang Xiye. And yet she's still fighting so fiercely in the Prince Su's mansion, still dreaming of gaining Shang Xiye's favor. To say she's brain-dead would be an insult to dogs.

"The death penalty may be spared, but punishment is unforgivable. Beat him."

Shang Xiye gave a calm order, and the two guards holding Yingzhu released their grip and were about to attack. However, Shang Xiye raised his head for once and pointed at Xique, "I didn't tell you to hit her. Xique, since this servant has offended the Princess, you are the Princess's personal maid, so it is your duty to hit him back."

"Yes, son-in-law!" Magpie's eyebrows shot up with joy. He shook the whip in his hand and asked, "Son-in-law, how many lashes?"

"Don't cripple her, leave her alive. She still has to serve her master," Shang Xiye replied patiently.

"No problem, I'm good at hitting people, but I won't kill her!"

Xique almost burst into laughter, thinking to herself: My son-in-law is really awesome, I, Xique, accept him as my son-in-law!