At this moment, the other two reinforcements who had been withdrawn with him also let out screams of agony and terror.

One of them had nothing on him, but he was rolling around on the ground, scratching himself until his skin was bleeding, and kept howling in pain: "It itches! It itches so much! Help me scratch, everyone help me scratch!"

Another person had similar symptoms; all the exposed skin had been scratched raw.

"What the hell is this? It hurts and itches!" the man screamed in terror.

When the other reinforcements saw the horrific state of the three men, they finally believed that the poison was real, and they were all horrified.

Of the hundred or so people, not a single one dared to step forward.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived outside, Wu Shang left only a team of guards to clean up the mess, while he led a team out to protect Ji Fengyao. Seeing that the hundred or so people were all frightened by his princess, he couldn't help but sigh.

A bunch of cowardly bastards who are afraid of death!

"Archers, summon archers to shoot them dead!" Suddenly, another idea flashed into the mind of the reinforcement B, who came up with a new plan.

Before anyone else could join in, a series of synchronized footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Everyone turned around.

Shang Xiye, dressed in a black, tight-fitting robe and wearing a golden mask, with a cold and sharp gaze, led a large number of well-equipped soldiers in. Judging from the soldiers' gleaming, cold iron armor, they were the famous Ironclad Guards.

Two words flashed through the minds of all the reinforcements: It's over!

In terms of both numbers and strength, they were far inferior to the battle-hardened Ironclad Guards.

Before Shang Xiye could even order a fight, these people voluntarily dropped their weapons, knelt down on the ground, and showed no sign of resistance.

Shang Xiye didn't even glance at these people. He turned his wheelchair and went straight to Ji Fengyao. He pulled her into his arms and looked her up and down. He wanted to pinch her chubby cheeks, but he only pinched her lightly. His words and tone of reprimand changed to: "If you dare to get hurt, try it."

All the guards and maids present were speechless and looked up at the sky.

Oh my, Your Highness, could you be any gentler? You're melting the three-foot-thick layer of frozen snow on the ground.

Held in his arms, Ji Fengyao gave a seemingly fierce but actually cute remark, her heart filled with sweetness. She hugged his cheek and kissed him on the lips: "Alright, I promise, next time I'll definitely bring Your Highness along when I do something bad. This time it happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to inform you."

Those who were stubbornly resisting inside the house, along with Xue Yanshou, were dragged out by Wuying and the others.

Seeing this scene, I felt like I had been hit with a critical strike.

Especially Xue Yanshou, who was just drinking, listening to music, and cuddling with beautiful women, was now feeling worse than if he had been bitten by a dog—his rich and carefree life had come to an end because of the dog food that the Ninth Prince and his wife were showing off!

That damned Yao family!

Which eye of his was covered in mud? How did he manage to bring back such a jinx?

Xue Yanshou, his face bruised and swollen beyond recognition, was overcome with grief and collapsed to the ground like a ball of flesh, crying out like a child.

Madam Yao was also filled with mixed feelings. She still hadn't come to her senses: she had just gone shopping, how could she have ended up in such a state in an instant? This Ninth Princess was indeed as unapproachable as the rumors said, and getting involved with her was like getting poisoned!

Shang Xiye wrapped the little female bandit in his cloak and held her tightly.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze and tone colder than the biting winter wind: "Bring everyone from the Xue family here."