Qian Yingying paused in her chest-patting motion, then asked herself, "So, shall we continue to Hui Nuan Pavilion to wait for the melons?"

Xia He immediately gave her a thumbs up: "Madam, you have a brilliant idea!"

With that, the master and servant swaggered off toward Hui Nuan Pavilion, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded maids, old women, and servants.

This sixth wife and her maid are truly the queens of gossip!

How dare they go to Hui Nuan Pavilion to wait for melons at this crucial moment!

This is risking your life to eat melon seeds!

In the ink studio, unseen by outsiders.

The guards led Song Huiru, Chuntao, Chunxing, and Shanyu Heye, Zhuoya, and Zhuola to two different courtyards, which were separated by only one wall.

Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao went to the courtyard where Song Huiru lived.

On the way here, the antidote on Song Huiru's body took effect, and the poison in her body was almost completely neutralized. Her physical strength and spiritual power also recovered to some extent.

Seeing Ji Fengyao innocently and cheerfully leading Shang Xiye in, Song Huiru was so angry she could grind her teeth, but her mouth was gagged and she couldn't speak.

Wu Ying ordered his men to bring out two soft chairs.

After Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao sat down, he turned his head gently to the little bandit and said, "Yaoyao, this is an inner courtyard matter, and it is only right that you, as the head mistress, should make the decision."

"Alright, today I will exercise my rights as the mistress of the house." Ji Fengyao clapped her hands and stood up again with great majesty. She pointed at Song Huiru, who had been kicked to her knees by the guards, with a bit of a bully-like air: "Take the stinky sock out of her mouth. I want to ask her some questions."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The guard removed the gag from Song Huiru's mouth as instructed.

Song Huiru gritted her teeth until they bled, glaring at Ji Fengyao with eyes blazing with fury: "It was you! It was you and that vile Consort Jin who conspired to harm me!"

"Yes, it was me." Ji Fengyao crossed her arms, exuding a roguish air: "It was Consort Jin and I who conspired to harm you. Consort Jin and her maid are currently drinking tea and watching opera in the next courtyard. So what? What are you going to do about it?"

Song Huiru: "!!!"

What the hell? The Ninth Prince is right here, and she's not even going to deny it?

"Tell me about your ridiculous business skills, they're really terrible." Ji Fengyao plopped back down, took a sip of hot tea to moisten her throat with a look of disgust, and said, "Miss, do you have paranoia and hysteria?"

With a brain like yours, which looks like it's been kicked by a donkey, can't you come up with something plausible, logical, and believable?

You keep changing your mind, saying you know the future, and that you know when the prince and I will die. You even wrote a long, pointless essay for the prince.

If you're sick, you should say so sooner; you need to get treatment!

"But there's no need for treatment now. You've done something so disgraceful; you'll definitely have to be drowned, otherwise our royal family will lose face."

As she spoke, Ji Fengyao picked up her teacup with one hand and continued drinking tea, while waving her other hand and saying, "Tie them up and drown them."

"Yes, Your Highness!" the two guards replied, preparing to take action.

Ji Fengyao put down her teacup and said, "By the way, tell the neighbors next door that the two of them can't be drowned in the same pond, lest they die and become ghosts and still cuckold our prince, which would be so annoying for our prince."

"Yes, Your Highness!" the two guards replied again, reaching out to pull Song Huiru.

Seeing that this was a genuine act, Song Huiru felt a surge of excitement within her!

People must be blind to think that the Ninth Prince is wise and unparalleled. His level of incompetence is clearly outrageous!