Chapter 107 Great Joy and Celebration



Shang Xiye's face instantly turned ashen: "This king suffers from a condition of being unable to choose where to sit."

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Screw you, we've camped out countless times on the way back to Beijing from Vulture Village, where have you been?

Why don't you choose your seats when you're on a military campaign?

Why didn't you choose your seat carefully on the first day you went from Mozhai to Huinuange?

Now you're actually choosing your seats, isn't this blatant retaliation?!

"Fine! The acupuncture will continue here. I'll go sleep in the side room." Ji Fengyao forced a polite but stiff smile, then jumped off the bed in a huff to wash up.

Shang Xiye: "..." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

It seems he needs to practice walking more.

When the news spread that "the princess has been banished to sleep in a side room," everyone in the Prince's mansion was overjoyed.

Zhiyue ran back to Chunhen Pavilion with a wide smile, eager to tell Yu Ying the good news.

Upon hearing this, Yu Ying remained calm and continued examining the newly embroidered pattern in her hands, her expression not changing much: "Although I entered the manor the latest, I know the Prince's temperament best. If he ever falls for a woman, it'll probably rain blood. It's nothing to begin with, so why are you so happy?"

"I'm just feeling sorry for you, cousin. In terms of looks, that bandit isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes..." Zhiyue stopped herself in time after receiving a cold look from Yu Ying.

"How many times have I told you? In this mansion, I am the master and you are the maid. There are no cousins. If you forget your place again, you might as well go home and get married," Yu Ying glared at Zhi Yue.

"This servant understands," Zhiyue said, stepping back slightly with trepidation and bowing respectfully to Yu Ying.

After Yu Ying finished embroidering a lifelike, pale blue flower, she slowly began to instruct, "These days, have the servants stay away from the courtyard. Something's bound to happen at Consort Yin's birthday banquet. Don't go looking for trouble and become someone's scapegoat. You mean…"

"The Prince is now like the fire that brews tea, and the new Princess is like the kettle on that fire. Whether it's too hot or not, it will have to be taken off sooner or later. Anyone who causes me trouble at this time will not be spared!"

Ji Fengyao sat on the swing set with a bored expression, watching the servants move things in and out, trying to mentally prepare herself: It's just changing the bedroom again. She has changed several bodies, so what's a change of room?

Don't get angry, don't get angry. A moment of patience brings calm, and taking a step back opens up a vast sky.

It is said that the antidote for the Time-Freezing Pill is indeed quite difficult to prepare. Of the 666 ingredients she needed, she only found one of them among the dozen or so boxes and hundreds of herbs she had collected a few days ago.

Without the support of the Zhao royal family, ordinary people simply could not complete this arduous task.

In this era, even the most shrewd businessmen dare not extend their reach to every country.

That's like lighting a lantern in a toilet—it's suicidal.

Even if they don't slap a big label of treason on you, they'll still treat you as a spy for some country, and you might end up dead in the street one day.

To say that Shang Xiye's life is in her hands is a misconception.

"Alas, life is full of disappointments," Ji Fengyao sighed softly. She glanced at the maid from the outer courtyard who led in an eunuch dressed in a dark red palace robe. Remembering the little note she had burned that morning, she thought to herself: He's finally here.

"This servant, Zhao Yi of Chengxiang Palace, greets Princess Consort Su." Eunuch Zhao walked up to Ji Fengyao, stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, and greeted her. Because he was over thirty years old, his voice was not particularly high-pitched.

Ji Fengyao was still swinging back and forth on the swing, and gave a faint "Oh": "What is it?"

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