As if she had just remembered, Ji Fengyao suddenly became very kind and said innocently, "Oh, right, at this time, they probably haven't had dinner yet. Xique, bring the dinner that Lü'er made for me, so they can eat it on their way. This is the first time I've rewarded the people in my household, so you must finish it all and not waste any."

Upon hearing this, Tinglan and Lü'er both turned green with anger, their eyes filled with rejection, yet they were speechless.

"Your Highness, rest assured, this humble servant will make sure they finish all the food and will not fail to live up to your good intentions," one of the guards in the carriage said solemnly, clasping his hands in a shrewd manner.

This man was quite shrewd; he knew this was the perfect opportunity for her to win people over, so he offered her a way out.

Ji Fengyao smiled even more brightly and nodded with satisfaction: "Young man, you have a good eye and a promising future. What's your name?"

"Your Highness, this humble servant is Black Owl," the guard said solemnly, clasping his hands in greeting. His young face radiated heroic spirit.

Although he was dressed in the clothes of an ordinary guard, his eyes were sharp as an eagle, and his fist-clasping movements were particularly crisp and powerful. Even though he deliberately chose a size too big of a loose-fitting garment, it still couldn't completely conceal his strong muscular strength.

Having seen many powerful figures, Ji Fengyao recognized this man's extraordinary nature at a glance and readily accepted his deliberate attempt to curry favor: "Black Owl? What a fine name! Once we return to the palace, you'll stay with me, and I won't let you down. Sparrow, reward me!"

Just as Xique finished preparing the meal and brought it to Tinglan and Lü'er, she suddenly heard her mistress say that she wanted to give them a reward, and she was a little stunned.

"Miss, what would you like to reward me with?"

They bandits always divide the loot after robbing someone, but who is the right person to rob in this situation?

Ji Fengyao was also in a dilemma. She had only been in this world for a short time and had no concept of the wealth of this world. She really didn't know what to reward or how much to reward.

“He is a martial artist, so let’s give him this bronze dragon head dagger.” With the help of Wuying and Wuhen, Shang Xiye also got off the carriage. After speaking, he thrust the seven-inch dagger in his hand straight at Hei Xiao.

A hint of joy flickered across Hei Xiao's calm eyes as he steadily caught the bronze dragon-head dagger and loudly expressed his gratitude: "This humble servant thanks Your Highness and Your Highness for the reward!"

Shang Xiye's sudden generous reward stunned even Ji Fengyao, as this was a personal protective item he always carried with him!

That man only flattered her a couple of times, was it really necessary to give him such a generous reward?

The carriage sped away, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

Leaving aside others, Ji Chenhai and his son, along with the people of Bald Vulture Village, were thoroughly pleased with this grand spectacle.

Through this incident, they also saw the Ninth Prince's "sincerity" regarding the marriage.

They loudly demanded fine wine and meat from Wei Anhuai, the postmaster. The Ji family father and son, along with the people from the Bald Vulture Village, insisted on having a drink with Ji Fengyao and the Ninth Prince to make up for the regrets of their wedding banquet that day.

In the lobby of the inn, there were four or five tables of bandits, who were drinking and playing drinking games, making a deafening racket.

Dressed in a purple and gold robe, Shang Xiye sat upright among the group of unruly bandits, occasionally being forced to drink a cup of wine, much like a proud young lady from a scholarly family who had mistakenly entered a brothel, both noble and helpless.

The postmaster Wei Anhuai and a group of soldiers stood guard outside the door, occasionally glancing back at the Ninth Prince inside, whose nose was slightly red, eyes were filled with tears, and his heart was filled with sorrow.

Thinking back to the past, the Nine Kings were victorious on the battlefield, destroying the three kingdoms as if they were nothing; how heroic and vigorous they were!

Now, however, they have been reduced to being humiliated and harassed by a group of bandits.

Waaaaah!

Wu Ying was also on edge, his heart clenching with every sip of wine Shang Xiye drank.