“If there’s really nothing wrong, then the Dowager Consort can just take it as a bit of gossip,” Granny Wang said, her shrewd triangular eyes narrowed. “However, it’s said that the bandit has been sitting by the window ever since he smashed the teacup. The Ninth Prince hasn’t gone to Hui Nuan Pavilion yet either. I suppose the two of them have been arguing and bickering, who knows?”
“The Ninth Prince doesn’t usually argue with people. If he can really argue with that bandit, it shows that he really cares about that bandit,” Consort Xiao replied lazily, her tone neither happy nor unhappy.
"Just wait and see. The Ninth Prince is getting older. A man's interest in a woman is only novel for a few days," said Granny Wang as she handed the cooled medicine to Consort Xiao. "It's time to bring some new people into our household. That way, if the Prince really gets into a fight with that bandit, he won't have to run away. He'll have somewhere else to go."
“Who says otherwise?” Consort Xiao drank her medicine and took the handkerchief from Granny Wang to wipe her mouth.
After lying down with Wang Mama's help, she said again, "But if we're going to bring in any women, we should bring in some with status and good character; don't bring in any more subjugated servants or maids, or people will laugh at us."
“That’s easy. Once you’re feeling better, Your Highness, go to the Empress Dowager in person and ask her. With the Prince’s status and position, he’ll surely be able to get a few good ones,” said Granny Wang with a beaming smile as she tucked the blanket around Your Highness Xiao.
Empress Dowager Xiao smiled slightly, nodded, closed her eyes, and said, "Very well. After all, I am the Ninth Prince's foster mother. If I don't worry about him, who will?"
When Granny Wang heard this, her old face beamed like a wilted chrysanthemum, full of wrinkles.
He came out of Consort Xiao's bedroom.
In the side courtyard, that hesitant figure was still waiting.
Granny Wang glanced at her disdainfully, said nothing, took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and gave it to her. The woman then bowed and scraped and thanked her several times before running away in a flash.
Until late at night.
Shang Xiye, feeling warm all over, slipped into Ji Fengyao's tent. The moist fragrance that wafted towards him indicated that he had just finished a bath.
Seeing Ji Fengyao still sitting cross-legged inside the tent, Shang Xiye was taken aback: "The Princess Consort hasn't gone to sleep yet?"
Feeling the significantly cooler spiritual energy inside the tent compared to outside, Shang Xiye was even more puzzled: Why is my little wife practicing her inner energy so late at night?
"Your Highness, the message my father sent this morning, is it really true that he is safe and sound?" Ji Fengyao held Shang Xiye's wrists with both hands, her voice soft and gentle, revealing unease and worry.
In the dim light, Shang Xiye pursed his lips and nodded: "Mm."
The secret letter he received that morning was indeed from his father-in-law, bringing good news and reassurance. His reply wasn't exactly deceiving.
But this urgent secret letter sent that night was not.
Hearing his brief and decisive answer, Ji Fengyao felt a little relieved. She let go of his hand as if to comfort herself and said, "I guess I was just overthinking it. Father, elder brother, and Black Owl are all quite skilled. There aren't many people who can beat them. Besides, they're traveling with the army, so they should be fine."
"Hmm," Shang Xiye said, the words that were about to come out of her mouth, but she swallowed them back and said softly, "Go to sleep."
Ji Fengyao, however, was still somewhat uneasy.
She slept soundly until the next morning, and as soon as she got up, she received a summons from the palace.
Ji Fengyao couldn't help but touch the Nashi on her wrist, her chubby cheeks puffed out as she sighed, "No wonder my right eyelid twitched all night yesterday. Sure enough, I'm going to lose money today. Sigh!"
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