To everyone's surprise, Shang Xiye didn't refute Ji Chenhai, but instead slowly replied, "It's not the right time yet."

Wuying: "!!!"

Wu Zhong, who was hiding in the shadows, was so startled that he slipped—everyone heard a clattering sound from the corner of the room, followed by a loud thud as a heavy object fell to the ground.

"Good, good, good!" Ji Chenhai was quite pleased, saying "good" three times in a row. He stood up, reached out and patted Shang Xiye's shoulder several times, laughing loudly, "It's good that you have this plan, you have a bright future!"

Ji Fengming reacted even more quickly, smiling as he turned to Hei Xiao and said, "I told you, we'd be family sooner or later. Back then, I tried to get you to come up the mountain, but you absolutely refused; look, even my brother-in-law is ready to go up the mountain, so you'll have to come along eventually, won't you?"

Black Owl: "..."

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Shang Xiye: "???"

When did he agree to go up the mountain with them and become bandits?

His idea was that once Cangzhou was developed, everyone could go there to retire and live in seclusion.

Vulture Village was also part of his plan to recruit and submit to Cangzhou!

Song Huiru waited all day again.

Even late into the night, Shang Xiye still hadn't returned to the Xiangguan.

She sent a maid to inquire, and the maid returned to report that Shang Xiye had not come out since entering Hui Nuan Pavilion.

This infuriated Song Huiru. She immediately picked up the teacup beside her and smashed it on the ground, saying bitterly, "If I had known that the Ninth Prince was such a stubborn and brainless person, I would never have entered the Ninth Prince's mansion. He deserved to be implicated and killed by that gang of bandits!"

Teacup shards flew up and nearly cut the little girl's leg.

The little girl, however, was trembling with fear and dared not move.

Chunxing, who was lying on the soft couch in the room preparing to keep watch at night, heard the noise and quickly got up, clutching her still swollen waist, and advised, "Madam, why say these things in front of her?"

After offering his advice, he turned to the young maid and said fiercely, "If you dare to spread even a single word of what the madam said, I will sell you to the lowest of brothels and let you die under the feet of those lowly, filthy men!"

Although the little maid didn't quite understand what Chunxing was talking about, she could vaguely guess the general idea. She was so frightened that she tensed up and shrank back, answering, "This servant wouldn't dare!"

They kicked the little girl out.

Chunxing then whispered, "Madam, the Prince is the God of War of our Great Zhao Kingdom. He has outstanding military achievements and holds a high position. He usually issues orders to others and hears only good words. It is only natural that he is a bit stubborn."

"If Madam wants the Prince to believe us, she might as well write the letter in more detail; as long as Madam's letter matches what the Prince has experienced, then even if Madam doesn't invite him, the Prince will surely come."

“You’re right. I was anxious because I saw that the Ninth Prince was too fond of that bandit, and you were beaten by that bandit for no reason,” Song Huiru nodded as if convincing herself.

After catching her breath, she asked Chunxing to prepare the brush and ink again.

This time, Song Huiru recalled the events with exceptional care.

She meticulously recorded several major events that occurred in the capital after Marquis Anping returned from his defeat in the northwest, writing a lengthy and detailed account spanning several pages.

After finishing writing, Song Huiru read it over again herself.

Seeing the future unfold before her eyes, as if she had already grasped the fate of everyone in the world, Song Huiru's confidence instantly soared.

At the same time, Chunhen Pavilion.

Wan Yan glared resentfully at Qian Yingying, who lived a life of being fed like a pig, eating and sleeping all day long in the brocade tent.