“Of course we should go to the palace, but we can’t just go whenever someone summons us. That would make us look cheap and give them the upper hand in our eagerness to help others. They’ll only take advantage of us and become more and more unreasonable,” Ji Fengyao explained to Bai Lu in detail.
She was actually forcibly suppressing her inner anxiety, and outwardly she was putting on a calm and composed demeanor.
Bai Lu was unaware of this and thought that her princess was confident. She felt very at ease and said, "Your Highness is right. If we don't keep a low profile, those villains will do whatever they want to us. I'm afraid the situation of the two young masters will be even worse."
Ji Fengyao nodded repeatedly as she listened.
Bai Lu is a very intelligent girl; she is both kind and clever, and she understands things very quickly.
Shang Dongyang and Chen Ziyun waited in the palace for more than an hour, but not even a fly entered the palace, let alone Ji Fengyao.
"Mother, didn't you say that as long as we carried that message, the bandits would come? Why haven't they come yet?" Shang Dongyang's tone was very gentle, full of filial piety and flattery.
"I'm wondering the same thing..." Chen Ziyun asked with a puzzled look, "Perhaps she was tripped up by someone on the way?"
"Mother, why don't you go and ask him?" Shang Dongyang leaned forward slightly and whispered mysteriously, "My father."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ziyun looked up at him in surprise.
Shang Dongyang looked like he understood and accepted everything, and his eyes were full of longing, as if he wanted to be recognized as a father.
"Your Majesty, you...you've thought it through!" Chen Ziyun was overjoyed.
After Shang Dongyang learned of Di Kanlong's existence, he didn't say anything, but he never called Di Kanlong "father."
At that time, Dikanlong didn't say anything, but he must have been unhappy that his son didn't acknowledge his father.
Chen Ziyun could sense that recently, De Canlong hadn't been paying as much attention to her as before.
If Shang Dongyang were to acknowledge Di Kanlong as his father at this time, and with his son in between, their relationship would definitely be restored to normal.
Hearing this from the shadows, Meng Qi remained completely unmoved.
"Restore my ass! He has sons in every dimension, he doesn't care about some mortal fool at all."
However, it is true that cultivating a father-son relationship at this time would be beneficial to advancing the Emperor's plans.
Meng Qi guessed that Princess Chonghe's refusal to come to the palace was probably because she didn't believe those two little brats were there, and she would definitely need to bring some tokens.
Without uttering a sound, he turned and went into the secret passage of the Cold Palace.
Ever since Shang Beiyu took Ji Fengxiao away, Ji Fenghua was severely beaten by the demonic cultivators guarding her.
Later, Ji Fengxiao did not return, so Ji Fenghua assumed he was dead. She felt guilty and sad, and became listless.
In addition, his internal and external injuries went untreated, and he became disheartened and neglected his health, causing his injuries to worsen day by day.
When Meng Qi arrived, Ji Fenghua was lying on a cold, hard, and simple wooden bed, already running a high fever and somewhat delirious.
He originally only wanted to take a drop or two of Ji Fenghua's blood to prove to Ji Fengyao that Ji Fenghua was still alive, and to lure the little female bandit into the palace.
Reaching out to touch Ji Fenghua's hand, he felt it was burning hot.
Meng Qi was startled and turned Ji Fenghua's small body over to take a closer look. The little girl's face was flushed, her two rows of eyelashes, which were as long as raven feathers, were trembling slightly. She was breathing heavily and had already fainted.
"You idiots! Who gave you permission to seriously injure him like this?" Meng Qi was furious. He rushed to the door and started punching and kicking the demonic cultivators guarding him.
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