"How would you describe a man who is extremely normal, even to the point of being completely oblivious to romance?" Black Owl asked again.
Ji Fengyao, a "straight man of steel," immediately replied, "Why are you asking this?"
Hei Xiao turned his head, his beautiful peach blossom eyes meeting hers at close range, and said very seriously, "I am straight. Shang Xiye is a straight man of steel."
Ji Fengyao: "..."
She had always thought that it was a disaster for Shang Xiye to have a subordinate like Hei Xiao.
Only at this moment did she understand why Shang Xiye would allow someone like Hei Xiao to be by her side.
She saw faith and unwavering resolve in Black Hawk's eyes;
And he may not be as carefree as he appears on the surface.
"Just kidding. I'm a doctor, of course I know who Shang Xiye is." Ji Fengyao carefully avoided touching on what he was trying to hide, pretending to be oblivious as she joked, "If you take it seriously, you lose, young man."
"Hmm," Black Owl gave a noncommittal hum and continued forward.
"So what did Your Highness do tonight?" Ji Fengyao deliberately teased him, wanting him to turn the page as soon as possible.
“You’re right, he’s gone to his old flame,” Black Owl replied coolly, “Consort Qin in the palace.”
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Was he so sure that after hearing this, she wouldn't kill Shang Xiye with a needle in a fit of anger?
Sensing the sudden silence from the little bandit on his back, Black Owl lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the faint strangeness in his eyes, and slightly curled his lips. Both Little Nine and this little bandit were too slow to warm up; he needed to give them a few more pushes to get them together as quickly as possible. Perhaps Consort Qin would be a good catalyst.
Otherwise, he feared that by the time Shang Xiye realized how hot it was, he himself would be unable to control himself and would burn to ashes.
After all, his heart was also very cold, very cold...
In the dead of night, only a dim oil lamp was lit in a corner of the side hall of the Zitong Palace.
Shang Xiye sat in his wheelchair, his eyes beneath the golden mask like cold stars, calmly watching the beautiful woman leaning against the headboard and soft pillows on the bed.
She was Consort Qin Weiyang, a woman who both stimulated and feared Shang Xiche.
The woman whom Shang Xiye once painstakingly protected and was determined to protect.
(The name "Rabbit" is not misspelled in these two sentences.)
"The eunuch that Consort Yin beat to death and the person who threw stones at my princess on the artificial hill, were you the one who arranged it?" Shang Xiye's voice was low and deep, his calm and detached tone making him sound incredibly cold.
"Ninth Prince risked sneaking into the palace in the middle of the night just to ask me this?" Qin Weiyang sneered, not caring that she was only wearing a thin nightgown. She even pulled the already loose collar open a little more when she was tossing her hair.
Shang Xiye lowered her eyelids, seemingly unaware of what was happening.
"I thought that if I helped them get rid of that bandit who made you lose face, you would be grateful to me. What, don't you want her to die?" Qin Weiyang's tone was alluring, and she gazed at Shang Xiye with seductive eyes.
"Since you've chosen to enter the palace, then live a good life there and don't interfere or participate in these matters anymore." Shang Xiye finally swallowed back the words he was about to say, turned his wheelchair around, and headed for the door.
"Don't tell me you really intend to take in that bandit, as the rumors say," Qin Weiyang said, rising abruptly, her sharp voice escaping from her suppressed throat.
Shang Xiye paused slightly as he turned the wheelchair, but did not answer, and continued forward.
"Shang Xiye!" Qin Weiyang lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped a few times to block Shang Xiye's path. Her eyes were red with tears and she gritted her teeth in hatred: "Why did you treat me like this?"
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