Ji Fengyao's heart pounded wildly at his touch, and she pushed him away with her small hands, saying, "Your Highness, I've already washed up!"
"Are you sure you're done washing?" Shang Xiye asked gently, her eyes warm.
“I’m sure…” Ji Fengyao nodded quickly.
If she kept washing, someone would die; her heart was pounding soaring from the village road to the racetrack.
"Then wash your hands again," Shang Xiye said, not wanting to pressure her too much. He sat back down in a normal position, took her slightly reddened little hand in his, and gently kneaded it. "Now can you tell me what happened?"
Ji Fengyao looked disgusted and didn't want to talk.
She looked up at Shang Xiye's unbelievably handsome face and suddenly felt a sense of doubt: "Your Highness, are you and the Emperor brothers? Why are you so handsome, while your elder brother is so unattractive?"
"The Emperor? What did he do to you?" Shang Xiye tensed up instantly when he thought of Qin Weiyang, his eyes surging with rage.
He had promised the late emperor to support the current emperor, and he could also back down step by step in the face of the emperor's aggressive pressure.
But he would absolutely not tolerate the emperor touching his little thing; that was his bottom line!
"Tch, what can he possibly do to me?" Ji Fengyao muttered contemptuously. "Even if he wanted to, he couldn't."
"So, he touched your hand, which is why you washed yourself like this?" Shang Xiye felt slightly relieved when she thought of the emperor's current condition, but she was still burning with anger.
“That’s not the point,” Ji Fengyao said, burrowing her hand into Shang Xiye’s palm again. “The point is, Your Highness, the Emperor has decided to take away your military power. He can send me to steal your private seal and military tally, so he can send someone else to do the same. You must be careful in the future.”
The emperor did indeed touch his young wife's hand!
Shang Xiye clenched his fist around Ji Fengyao's arm, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
Seeing that Shang Xiye didn't react for a long time, Ji Fengyao suddenly looked up and met his gaze. She shivered as she was chilled by the coldness in his eyes: "Your Highness, what's wrong? Are you listening to me?"
"He has wanted to regain control of the military power of the various families for more than a day or two. Once the treasure stone that the princess sent me is ready, I will store all my important items in it, and they will be helpless." Shang Xiye closed his eyelids slightly, concealing the coldness in his eyes.
Only after he reminded her did Ji Fengyao remember that she had promised to give him a Nashi ornament.
He wanted jewelry that was better than his thumb ring and necklace.
Ji Fengyao felt a headache coming on. You could ask her to refine pills and condense them into various flowers, because flowers have a reference point.
But you want her to design an accessory out of thin air? Please, you can take her life!
But words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back.
She had just told someone that "honesty is the foundation of being a person," how could she contradict herself so easily?
The most regrettable thing is that with so many jewelry stores on Earth, how come she never thought of going in to browse around and take some inspiration from the designs?
After much hesitation, Ji Fengyao returned to Hui Nuan Pavilion. It wasn't until evening that her eyes suddenly lit up: She had an idea!
Isn't the bracelet that my grandmaster's family passed down to my master a ready-made template?
The master wore that bracelet every day. Ever since she could remember, she often clung to him, holding his hand and playing with it. She knew every detail of the bracelet's construction perfectly.
She also managed to plunder the national treasury the main raw material for making the bracelet: ice crystals.
Although it's not a high-grade ice crystal, the bracelet doesn't have an invisibility function.
But it's a spiritual item enough; ordinary mortals and objects can't damage it. Furthermore, it can bind itself to Shang Xiye's soul with a drop of blood, so he's not afraid of losing it.
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