"You're asking for it!"

Upon hearing his words, Shang Xiye immediately realized that he was stalling for time.

His young wife is in danger!

Anxiety and anger drove Shang Xiye to hold nothing back. She raised her palm and attacked the thin man in black with unparalleled ferocity. Each palm strike was accompanied by a cracking sound, demonstrating the immense power of her attack.

"Indeed, you have some skill." The slender man in black's eyes lit up, and he murmured with a hint of amazement, "As expected of..."

He didn't say what he was going to say, but his contempt was very clear.

Shang Xiye had been practicing the "Gathering Spirit Technique" for a period of time. Although his martial arts skills had not improved due to the injuries and poisons in his body, his combat strength had recovered to at least 80%.

The man in black was completely outmatched by Shang Xiye in terms of martial arts skills, but he did not try to prove himself by easily revealing his supernatural abilities.

Anyway, His Majesty's order was to hold off the Ninth Prince for a quarter of an hour, which is not a long time.

at this time.

Shang Chuyue and a group of people were outside the two palaces, hurrying towards this place.

Among this group were imperial concubines who were on good terms with the Empress, envoys and subordinates from neighboring countries who secretly had dealings with the Crown Prince, and some palace idlers who were simply passing by and were startled by their entourage to come and watch the spectacle.

"The palace is extremely strict. Is it really possible that someone would be so bold as to have a secret rendezvous in the Cold Palace?"

As the paid actress, Concubine A, walked along, she diligently "gossiped and promoted" the story, constantly arousing the curiosity of others, lest anyone get bored or, out of fear of trouble, "jump out" halfway through.

Caiqin, thinking that the bandit was about to be ruined, became even more excited and echoed Consort A: "This is not the first time. Last time, our princess and I were going to capture him, but the princess said it would not be good for the princess's reputation and persuaded us to go back. Who would have thought that the shameless bandit would become bolder and bolder, frequently having secret meetings with others, completely disregarding the royal family's reputation. How can our princess tolerate her!"

Shang Chuyue bit her lower lip and lowered her head, not wanting to speak.

Although Caiqin grew up with her, it seems that she recognizes Caiqin less and less.

Just like now, Caiqin keeps speaking in her name, but in reality she is colluding with the Empress's people and has completely sidelined her as the mistress!

This feeling of being sidelined made her very unhappy!

What annoyed her even more was that the other bystanders didn't care at all whether she reacted or not.

Because Consort A and Caiqin could say everything they wanted to hear.

The group quickly passed two palaces and saw a magnificent palace that had been cleaned up suddenly appearing in the middle of a dilapidated palace complex. Everyone's enthusiasm instantly soared to its peak.

"Look! How can there be such a place in the Cold Palace? There must be something wrong with it!" a palace maid exclaimed eagerly, as if presenting a treasure.

"This place is decorated so gaudyly, it can't possibly be used for anything good."

"Did you hear that? It sounds like there are still voices inside."

On the rooftop not far away, Shang Xiye, who was locked in a fierce battle with the man in black, saw this large group of people approaching and immediately realized what kind of trap they had set. He was filled with hatred.

Suddenly, a powerful force, one that even he himself didn't fully understand, erupted from his body, unleashing a palm strike imbued with intense heat.

The tall, thin man in black was surprised that Shang Xiye's strength suddenly increased dramatically during the fight.

Before he knew it, he was struck and sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He felt as if his heart had been branded with a hot iron, and his skin and bones were burning with pain.