After doing so much, I've calmed down for most of the day.
Shang Xiye's emotions also calmed down a little.
He returned a large handful of spiritual herbs to Ji Fengyao's side, finally stopped, sat down beside her, took her hand, lowered his thick, upturned eyelids, and asked softly, "Little wife, are these two kinds of spiritual herbs enough? What else do you want to pick? Tell me, and we'll pick them together."
Ji Fengyao couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, and said softly, "That's enough, Your Highness, let's rest for a bit before we start picking."
Feeling the gentleness and tenderness of his little wife, Shang Xiye's restless heart calmed down a bit, and he hugged her tightly: "Okay, then let's rest for a while."
Ji Fengyao cherished the sweet moments when the two were so in love.
However, there are some things that Zhao Qinglian shouldn't have to bear alone.
She is her master's mother in this life, and has been misunderstood by him for nearly twenty years;
The mother and son had just been reunited after a long separation and had just resolved their differences; they shouldn't have another misunderstanding because of her.
"Your Highness, please don't blame Mother. She... what happened today was not her intention, nor was it what she wanted." Ji Fengyao's voice was softer and gentler than ever before.
But Shang Xiye felt that her words were like sharp blades, piercing deep into his heart.
His body stiffened noticeably, and his hand, which he instinctively pulled back, tightened around Ji Fengyao's muscles painfully.
But only for a moment, and he relaxed his strength, without hurting her.
“Little…little wife…” Shang Xiye’s mind was in turmoil: “Do you know what Mother said to me today? Was it when I wasn’t here that she…”
"No, my mother treats me very well. She's just like my own mother, she treats me extremely well," Ji Fengyao quickly interrupted him, trying her best to speak up for Zhao Qinglian: "And Kafka, she also..."
"Little wife, it's getting late. I'll go find Fengming and Heixiao first and see if we can catch the dragon fish." Shang Xiye hurriedly interrupted Ji Fengyao and stood up abruptly. "You can gather some spiritual herbs here for a while. You don't need to gather too many. Just gather a few of each kind you need. When Fengming, Heixiao, and I come back, we'll help you gather them together."
Having said that, he fled as if he were running away.
That hasty figure clearly showed a disheveled state and an aura of menace.
Shang Xiye never imagined that she could harbor so much resentment.
How could I have felt such resentment and hatred towards my mother!
He even considered pressing his mother for answers.
What did she say to his wife that made her want to give him to another woman?
Even the slumbering Ji Yan within Shang Xiye's sea of consciousness sensed a slight unease. The purple flames surged and receded within Shang Xiye's sea of consciousness like breathing, bringing forth faint black threads that neither Shang Xiye nor Ji Yan noticed.
At this moment, Shang Beiyu, who was in the South China Sea and on the verge of breaking the formation, also frowned in doubt:
He should have only sent this wisp of his spirit to this realm.
But why did he just sense another trace of his original aura in this realm?
With just a moment of assistance from this wisp of energy, his soul power increased greatly.
A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.
The formation that had shrouded the South China Sea for nearly a thousand years shattered with a deafening roar.
It reveals that island, which for nearly a thousand years has only existed in legends, a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers.
Penglai Island.
A spiritual energy that was significantly more concentrated than the one outside rushed towards them, but Little Cocoon frowned slightly, clearly disliking this island that contained more spiritual energy: "Your Excellency, judging from the appearance, there are quite a few people on this island."
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