At 9 PM, Shang Xiye, who was resting in the ink studio, clutched the bedsheet tightly with both hands, his forehead and neck covered in fine sweat.

Now he truly understood the exact meaning of the little bandit's words, "I hope you sleep well at night." The pain in his wounds at night was indeed somewhat unbearable.

Wu Zhong's worried voice came from the shadows: "Your Highness, why don't we go to Hui Nuan Pavilion to find the Princess?"

Shang Xiye remained silent and motionless, her hand still gripping the bedsheet tightly.

"Let him suffer like this. If he dies from the pain, no one in this world will be able to control this scourge of a man," Black Owl's cool voice came from the rooftop.

Wu Zhong, hiding in the shadows, was shocked. He hadn't even noticed Hei Xiao's approach!

Wuhen was also startled, but upon hearing that it was Hei Xiao, he remained silent, though he became extremely vigilant.

Upon hearing Hei Xiao's voice, Shang Xiye finally reacted, his voice low and strained as he said, "Don't worry, before I die, I will definitely drag you down with me."

"Oh, then hurry up and die, I'm in a hurry to reincarnate," Black Owl replied in a singing voice.

Shang Xiye didn't speak again, so he didn't say anything either.

The two remained silent for about half an incense stick's time before Black Owl sighed again and said, "The sooner you coax a woman when she's angry, the more effective it will be. If you keep dragging this out, I guarantee you won't even be able to get into her courtyard tomorrow."

Shang Xiye opened his eyes, his hand gripping the bedsheet clenching and unclenching, and called out in a deep voice, "Wuhen."

"Your subordinate is here!" Wuhen entered the room instantly, relieved.

The prince finally listened to reason this time; otherwise, he would have spent the entire night in constant fear.

This end of Hui Nuan Pavilion.

Ji Fengyao was also restless, sitting up and lying down countless times while hugging the thin blanket.

I've mentally prepared myself to say the harsh words a thousand times, but every time I think of his unusually pale face, I immediately surrender. After all, that's my master's body; seeing his sickly and miserable state, even the most ruthless person feels sorry for him.

But if he doesn't come, it's not really appropriate for her to send someone to invite him in the middle of the night. Otherwise, people will start spreading rumors tomorrow that she's a shameless scoundrel who exploits the ailing Ninth Prince every night. She should have some shame, okay?

Just as she was having an internal struggle, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard, and Wuhen's voice came from afar: "Miss Bailu, has the Princess retired for the night?"

"Rest now, Your Highness, what's wrong..." Bai Lu got up, puzzled, and looked at the Ninth Prince, who was lying motionless on Wuhen's back and seemed to be acting strangely.

The bedroom door opened quickly from the inside, and Ji Fengyao stood in the doorway wearing only her undergarments and slippers, her voice tinged with anxiety: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Wuhen carried Shang Xiye closer and slipped into the house: "Your Highness, let's go inside and talk."

Without saying a word, Wuhen placed Shang Xiye directly on the messy bed. As she got up, she exchanged a glance with Shang Xiye and even winked at him cleverly.

"What's wrong with Your Highness?" Ji Fengyao asked, unaware of the situation.

Wuhen twirled his fingers and said in a serious tone, "When the prince was out socializing, someone laced his tea with a little wine, and when he came back, his injuries were in excruciating pain."

"Can't you tell the difference between wine and tea? Are you all pigs?" Ji Fengyao choked with anger and quickly went to get her needle case.

Wuhen quickly slipped out of the house and closed the door behind him.

Your Highness, this is all I can do to help you. If you don't want to be kicked out, the rest is up to you.

When Ji Fengyao returned with the needle case, she found the room empty except for herself and Shang Xiye, and something felt off.