Looking at the festive items that had been added to the mansion, Shang Xiye felt rather upset.

He and his wife had never had a proper celebration before, and now experiencing something like this again only made him feel extremely annoyed.

That night, Shang Xi returned from the military camp.

Seeing that Ji Fengyao was unusually free and dozing off on the warm couch by the window, he quietly climbed onto the couch, lay down behind her, and gently pulled her into his arms.

Ji Fengyao smelled the familiar scent of grass and trees on him, but didn't open her eyes. She snuggled her head against his chest and murmured softly, "Your Highness, you're back so early?"

"Yes, there's less going on in the military camp around the New Year holidays," Shang Xiye said softly, kissing the hair beside her ear.

His warm breath tickled Ji Fengyao.

Ji Fengyao instinctively shrank her neck, her last bit of drowsiness vanished from the noise, and she turned around to open her eyes and look at him.

His clear and beautiful eyes were like a vast starry sky, making people curious and intoxicated, wanting to explore to the end, yet never able to see the end.

"My little wife, I need to discuss something with you," Shang Xiye said, his brows slightly furrowed, his voice a coaxing whisper.

"Hmm? What is it?" Ji Fengyao was so flustered by his flirting that she was almost lost in thought.

Shang Xiye held her soft little hand against his heart, his voice wistful like a big child: "I really don't want to marry so many women, I just want to be with you. Anyway, I've already disagreed with the Emperor and the Empress Dowager more than once, so why don't we..."

“No, you can choose not to marry others, but Princess Zhaoping, the sooner we take her away from the Empress Dowager, the better.” Ji Fengyao’s wandering thoughts returned instantly.

Shang Xiye pouted, looking extremely aggrieved: "There may be more than one way to get her away from the Empress Dowager, but we need to plan this carefully."

Seeing him like this and hearing his words of resistance, Ji Fengyao felt her heart melt. She cupped his face and kissed him gently, explaining to him softly, "The reason the Empress Dowager has been cultivating Princess Zhaoping for so many years is so that one day she can enter the Ninth Prince's residence and control you. If you insist on not marrying her, then she will lose her purpose in the Empress Dowager's eyes."

Do you know how ruthless the Emperor and Empress Dowager are? How ruthless that cannibalistic palace is? A pawn that has lost its value will be discarded in the blink of an eye; they will never give us a chance to plot against them again.

“But…” Shang Xiye buried his face in his wife’s hair, smelling her unique and pleasant fragrance, and said in a very depressed tone, “We have never celebrated so lively before, how can I be willing to give this joy to others first.”

Ji Fengyao chuckled.

She hadn't even started to feel upset about this, but he had already started to feel upset.

It is evident that whether he was her master or her husband, he always thought of her, cherished and loved her, which is a blessing that many women could not attain in several lifetimes.

She lay peacefully in his arms, her voice soft: "Your Highness, you must sever all ties of karma in this world so that you can become stronger in the future, regain your memories as soon as possible, and become yourself again."

As long as her master remained true to himself, no matter what happened, she believed he would find her.

"Little wife, where are you going?" Shang Xiye asked sensitively.

Ji Fengyao shook her head: "If I don't go now, I might go later; Your Highness, will you come with me?"

"You're my wife, wherever you go, I'll go," Shang Xiye replied without hesitation.