Shang Beiyu remained calm, as if he had only been lightly touched rather than slashed.

Ji Fengyao took out silver needles to seal his acupoints and stop the bleeding, then used a small bottle of alcohol to clean his wounds, and then prepared her own wound medicine and bandaged him with a handkerchief.

This series of movements was skillful and methodical.

She took out quite a few things, but they were all in small bottles and repackaged. She was wearing quite a lot of clothes for the end of winter, so Shang Beiyu didn't suspect anything. He was just a little curious: "Do you usually carry these things with you?"

Ji Fengyao continued tying her handkerchief without stopping, as if it were a normal occurrence: "We bandits are used to bumping into things and getting minor injuries. We're used to carrying these things around."

This reason is impeccable and irrefutable.

Shang Beiyu nodded and said nothing more.

He looked down at the well-bandaged wound on his arm, then looked up at the cute and charming young female bandit in front of him, and a slight pang of heartache swept over him.

She must have followed the bandits all over the mountains since she was a child, robbing and plundering, and suffered countless injuries to develop such excellent bandaging skills.

From now on, he will definitely protect her well;

We must prevent her from falling into danger or being hurt again.

After bandaging Shang Beiyu's wounds, Ji Fengyao turned around and saw that the guards and Xique had already subdued the thirty assassins. She stood up and said to the guards, "Take these people away and find a place to settle them."

"Your Highness..." One of the guards glanced at Shang Beiyu beside him and whispered, "There are too many of these people, and there have been a lot of people coming in and out of the palace today. It's not easy to get them out. How about we put them in the secret passage under the Tusi Terrace for now?"

"Mm," Ji Fengyao nodded.

She didn't really care what happened to these people. She spared their lives only to hand them over to Shang Xiye to deal with, to see if he could get any useful clues from them.

After the guards led the assassins away.

Ji Fengyao then turned to Shang Beiyu and asked, "Beiyu, what are you doing here?"

Shang Beiyu gave a self-deprecating and forlorn smile, and said lightly, "Whenever there are such lively occasions, I have to attend but it is inconvenient to show myself in front of people, so I can only find places where I can run into people but not attract attention; who would have thought that these places are also places that bad people like to come to."

Seeing that her young mistress treated the Third Prince well, Xi Que naturally felt sorry for him and said bluntly, "If you don't want to come out, then don't come out. Anyway, no one cares whether you come or not, so why make yourself unhappy?"

Shang Beiyu narrowed his eyes slightly: "..."

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Little magpie, are you trying to comfort someone?

Lin Shuang quickly stepped forward and curtsied to Shang Beiyu, trying to salvage the situation: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, the rumors in the palace about the two masters have not yet subsided; and people may come here at any time, so this is not the place to talk. Let's disperse first, or who knows what trouble might arise if someone sees us."

“Lin Shuang is right, Bei Yu, you go first, don’t let that old hag’s people see us and make trouble for us again,” Ji Fengyao waved her hand at Shang Bei Yu, signaling him to leave.

Shang Beiyu's gaze swept over Xique and Linshuang's faces, landing on the little bandit's pretty face. His beautiful lips curved slightly, and his voice was melodious: "Alright, if you have time to come to the palace next time, you can come to my palace to talk."