Ji Chenhai and Su Rujing felt sorry for their daughter and wanted to speak up to help her several times, but Shang Xiye stopped them in time by thanking them.

After finishing the meal, I left the table and went out.

Ji Fengyao protected her swollen belly with one hand, her eyes silently piercing Shang Xiye in the sedan chair beside her: There's plenty of time in the future!

Shang Xiye straightened his back several times more than usual, his eyes responding defiantly: Let's fight again in the martial world!

They each went their separate ways, and remained silent the entire way.

Su Rujing, along with the twins and the elders and children of Vulture Village, escorted Ji Chenhai and his son and the wedding procession down the mountain. Ji Fengyao hugged Su Rujing and cried, her eyes red as she boarded the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was spacious. Upon entering, there was a cross couch about 1.2 meters wide, with a small square table in the center containing drawers and hidden compartments.

On both sides of the carriage are two chaise lounges connected by a crossbeam, covered with soft cushions and thin blankets for resting.

Ji Fengyao's eyes were swollen and her nose was red from crying, so she was too embarrassed to talk to Shang Xiye.

After sitting down, I noticed a stack of dark red pastries on the small square table next to Shang Xiye. The pastries had a sweet and sour aroma, probably some kind of digestive snack like hawthorn cake. Just smelling the aroma was very comforting.

Ji Fengyao's stomach was bulging, and she was crying so hard that her mouth was dry. But looking at the things on the small square table—a pot, a cup, and a plate of cakes—it was clear that there was nothing for her, and she couldn't help but feel depressed.

Lifting the curtain of the car window, Ji Fengyao pinned her hopes on Xique, who was following closely behind: "Xique, did you bring any food or drinks?"

"Oh? Miss, are you still hungry?" Magpie said sincerely, "How about I go and hunt a rabbit for you and roast it, and bring you some water from the river? It'll be quick."

Well, bandits always made sure to use whatever they could find in their wilderness life.

"No need," Ji Fengyao said with a dark face, lowering the curtain and glancing at Shang Xiye while biting her lower lip. The man held a book in his hand, sitting upright, unmoved by the swaying and bumping of the carriage, his temperament aloof and otherworldly, keeping people at a distance. His mask was cold, his eyes were icy, it was as if the words "Keep Out" were pasted on his forehead.

Ji Fengyao pulled her legs up onto the couch, hugged her knees, and leaned against a corner of the carriage, feeling a little pitiful.

Back then, she followed her master, Jian Xiao, across the land, eating rare and precious plants and drinking spiritual spring water. Now, however, she has fallen so low that no one will even give her a small cup of tea or a piece of cake.

Ask him for it?

Hmph, she's a dignified eleventh-grade alchemist, does she not even have this much integrity?

Shang Xiye's gaze swept across the pages of the book and turned to the other side. Ji Fengyao, whose face was puffed up like a little bun, was already lost in thought and found it all very strange.

This little female bandit really surprised him time and time again.

Even though her eyes were red from crying like a little girl, she still pretended to be nonchalant and carefree.

She clearly wanted his tea and pastries, but she stubbornly sulked by herself.

Given her past behavior and temperament, shouldn't she have simply snatched his things and taken them for herself?

The carriage lurched violently. Shang Xiye gently pressed her palm against the edge of the table, using a skillful motion to shift the tea set and saucers on the table slightly to the opposite side.

The soft clatter of moving cups and saucers startled Ji Fengyao from her reverie. Her gaze fell upon the small square table, and she was immediately delighted.

The tea set and the plate of cake were so shocking that they reached her side!

Looking at the person again, they were still reading, seemingly oblivious to the commotion on the table.

With a dry mouth, Ji Fengyao swallowed hard and slowly shuffled over to the small square table. Seeing that Shang Xiye was still engrossed in reading, she reached out to grab the cup on the table.