Shang Xiye returned to Hui Nuan Pavilion and truthfully reported to his wife about his encounter with Zhao Ping and her request, his face clearly pleading for praise.

Ji Fengyao's lips twitched, and she reached out to push away his shameless face, which was almost touching her lips: "Does Your Highness wish me to treat Granny Chang's hand?"

"This...it all depends on my wife's preferences. I will not give any special treatment to anyone who is related to the Empress Dowager, even if she instigates Zhaoping to plead for her." Shang Xiye was still unwilling to give up and moved closer to her again.

Ji Fengyao simply reached out and grabbed his chin, gritting her teeth as she said, "You probably don't know, but that old hag pinched me several times in Cining Palace, which is why I poisoned her hand..."

Before he could finish speaking, the prince in his arms straightened up: "Wu Zhong, come in!"

Wu Zhong, who was hiding in the shadows, instantly flipped into the house and knelt down in front of him: "Your subordinate is here!"

Shang Xiye's eyes turned icy cold as he ground his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Find someone to chop off Granny Chang's hands tonight and send them to the Empress Dowager!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Wu Zhong accepted the order and quickly withdrew.

As soon as the people below left, the prince shamelessly came closer again: "Little wife, are you satisfied with my solution, or do you want to go and chop it yourself?"

Ji Fengyao: "...Your Highness, please have some self-respect."

"In front of my own wife, I feel as light as a feather and have no weight to speak of."

"I finally advanced to the fifth level of Spirit Gathering, and I need to conserve my spiritual energy to reach the sixth level so that I can start refining pills for Black Owl!"

"I'll give it back to you, really, I know the trick now."

"...Shang Xiye!"

“My little wife, when you call me, you can omit the first two words…”

The three maids at the door sat in a row on the porch, gazing at the clear sky.

Sigh, it's broad daylight now!

After sitting for a while, Xique finally couldn't help but say, "Miss won't need anyone to serve her for a while. You all stay here and watch. Wuhen hasn't given me my monthly allowance yet. I'm going to go ask him for it!"

Lin Shuang and Bai Lu rolled their eyes in unison: I don't believe you for a second!

Wuying crossed his arms and thought seriously:

Spring is here, shouldn't I find a young woman to warm my bed or something?

But who should I contact?

His gaze fell on Lin Shuang, but it seemed that the girl's mind wasn't on him either;

White Dew, that's too childish, I can't bring myself to do it.

Lin Shuang's head was slightly lowered, her face flushed.

If one day she and Xiao Chen could be this sweet and loving, she would be willing to die immediately.

He has been back for several days, but he has not been seen leaving the mansion.

Every time he came to Hui Nuan Pavilion, he was with Ji Fengming, and he would only sit for a short while before leaving. She never had a chance to talk to him alone, let alone express her feelings to him.

On the other side.

Black Owl felt a sudden twitching in his right eyelid and woke up from his meditation. He saw Ji Fengming sitting at the table, one hand supporting his chin, staring out the window in a daze, looking as if he were very troubled.

"Are you bored from keeping me company while I cultivate all day? If you are, go out for a walk," Black Owl said with a guilty conscience.

Ji Fengming adjusted his chin, turned his head, and said calmly, "No, it's just that I feel like I've been acting a bit strange lately."

"Um?"

Black Owl sat down beside him, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a small sip.

"I guess I'm..." Ji Fengming hesitated, unsure of what to say, "Missing women?"

"puff!"

Black Owl spat out the mouthful of hot tea he had just taken a sip of.