Yesterday was the wedding day, and it would have been fine if the Ninth Prince hadn't gone to their room;

He didn't even go to Princess Zhaoping's place.

Are these bandits really that good?

Song Huiru and Qian Yingying felt a mix of jealousy and curiosity, and then looked Ji Fengyao up and down.

Holy crap!

How could a lowly bandit be so stunningly beautiful? What is she planning to do?

Robbery without a knife, just relying on good looks?

I was just thinking about it.

Bai Lu came in from outside and announced, "Your Highness, Your Highness, Princess Zhaoping has arrived."

Song Huiru and Qian Yingying turned their heads to look outside the door at the same time.

Princess Zhaoping was dressed in gorgeous clothes and hairpins, exuding an air of nobility. The phoenix hairpin that symbolized her status as the Ninth Prince's consort weighed down her head so much that it tilted her head back slightly. She needed two maids to support her as she walked steadily.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Is there something wrong with this thing?

She didn't even wear a complete outfit when she went to the palace for the royal family's New Year's banquet last time. This guy is dressed so neatly in his own mansion, not missing a single piece. Doesn't he get tired of it?

Song Huiru was also somewhat dazed by what she saw:

To ascend to a position, one must bear its weight;

This does look a bit heavy.

Princess Zhaoping held her breath and tried her best to maintain her noble demeanor. After entering the room, she finally saw her beloved Brother Xiye after the wedding. Overjoyed, she ignored the others in the room and walked straight to Shang Xiye.

When they reached the soft couch,

Princess Zhaoping curtsied with delight and shyly called out, "Husband."

Shang Xiye had just taken a sip of tea when he almost spat it out. He coughed lightly twice and looked at his wife across from him with a resentful look in his eyes: You've never called me that before, but someone else called me first. What a loss!

Ji Fengyao was also internally cursing.

If it weren't for the absolute necessity of settling the karmic debt between my master and the Sun family, if it weren't for the absolute necessity of protecting this guy's life;

With her fiery temper, if anyone dares to take advantage of her sweetheart, she'll beat them to death on the spot!

Consider Princess Zhaoping's current situation;

Well, considering her pitiful life and how she's been manipulated by others, let's bear with her for now and see if we can reform her.

"Sister Zhaoping is here, please sit down."

Ji Fengyao lowered her head and fiddled with the plate of pastries Shang Xiye had given her. Without looking up, she casually pointed to the empty soft chair on her left.

Princess Zhaoping gritted her teeth and stared at Shang Xiye without moving.

Simeng supported Princess Zhaoping, her voice dull as if reciting a memorized text: "Princess Chonghe, our princess is the new bride, and according to the rules, the new bride is superior; in terms of status, our princess is the Empress Dowager's own daughter, while you are a princess who has been granted a title. Our princess is superior, and you are inferior; you should give way to our princess and go sit there."

"Are you sick in the head? Running into someone's yard and expecting the host to give you a seat? Just because your face is so big?" Magpie had a fiery temper that would explode at the slightest provocation.

Simeng and Siyi knew that the princess's first two maids were killed by Xique, and their gazes toward Xique became more wary.

Simeng continued as if reciting a memorized text: "The Ninth Prince's Mansion is the imperial family, not an ordinary commoner's family. The rules of hierarchy cannot be disregarded. Even in front of the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, or the people of the world, what I said is acceptable."

"You, go over there." Shang Xiye looked up and coldly stared at Princess Zhaoping.

“Brother Xiye…” Princess Zhaoping looked at Shang Xiye with a pitiful expression.

“Ninth Prince, this is not in accordance with regulations…” Before Simeng could say anything more, Shang Xiye’s cold and sharp gaze pierced straight into her, abruptly cutting her off.