However, the young female bandit doesn't seem to be the kind of woman who is fickle and promiscuous. She probably won't easily fall in love with someone else, so it would be better if the Ninth Prince died on the battlefield.

In this way, the karmic ties between the young female bandit and the Ninth Prince can be completely severed, and she can wholeheartedly begin a new relationship with him.

The smile on Shang Beiyu's face, with her "little callus," was as beautiful as a spring flower.

Even though Xiao Jianzi was with Shang Beiyu day and night, she was now completely mesmerized by his gaze.

Shang Beiyu didn't hear his response, and glanced at him indifferently.

Little Cocoon was startled awake when his gentle gaze fell upon her: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, please punish me!"

"Do you think I look good?" Shang Beiyu asked in a serious tone.

Little Cocoon didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. Her shoulders trembled, and she answered timidly, "It's...it looks good, Your Highness."

"Compared to my original appearance?" Shang Beiyu asked again, in a rather good mood.

Little Cocoon was certain he wasn't being sarcastic, so she answered fluently, "Not even a fraction of Your Majesty's true appearance."

Shang Beiyu smiled slightly, his mood improving as he raised his hand to assess his current size and physique, then slowly said, "So, how does this venerable one compare to the Ninth Prince, Shang Xiye?"

Little Cocoon's eyes flickered slightly, and she said in a very flattering manner, "Your Excellency is the most heroic and handsome man in all the worlds. No one else can compare with you; those ordinary mortals are not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Your Excellency."

"So, those who dare to lay a finger on me should be utterly destroyed," Shang Beiyu said in a cheerful tone, his voice extremely pleasant to hear.

“Of course…” Little Cocoon answered smoothly for half a sentence, then suddenly stopped: “Your Excellency, you mean…”

“This time, you will personally lead the men. There’s no need to grind them to ashes. Just…” Shang Beiyu pondered for a moment in a serious tone before saying, “Let’s make it three thousand cuts. Not one more, not one less.”

The little girl, with her head bowed and body bound, said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"By the way, bring his soul back to me intact." Shang Beiyu elegantly played with the flawless, white teacup in his hand, his expression languid: "I haven't made a soul lamp in a long time. This craft was something I learned in the mortal world when I was young. As long as the soul doesn't die, the lamp won't go out. It's extremely beautiful and will serve as a testament to my feelings for her. It's perfect, and I think she will like it too."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The little callus answered more cautiously, its back already covered in cold sweat.

The Venerable One is still the same one he knows, the yandere Venerable One.

It was only because His Majesty was in a good mood today; otherwise, with that presumptuous glance he just gave, he would have lost his eyes.

As soon as Shang Xiye entered Hui Nuan Pavilion, she saw many maids and servants in the courtyard, carrying baskets of fresh vegetables, preserved meats and other ingredients into the pavilion.

The maids in the inner courtyard were also busy.

Everyone went back and forth, helping Lin Shuang, Xi Que, and Bai Lu tidy up the cups, plates, bowls, chopsticks, pots, and pans, just like when they were moving house.

As soon as he entered, Ji Fengyao, just like when they first met, rushed over to him in a very obsequious manner: "Your Highness, you're back!"

Ji Fengyao gently sat the bewildered Shang Xiye down on the soft couch, then diligently served him tea and water, displaying the demeanor of a virtuous young wife: "Your Highness, the weather outside is still a bit chilly. Have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

No one knows a daughter-in-law better than her husband.

The moment his little wife wagged her tail, Shang Xiye knew what she was about to do.