They make it sound very noble, but actually they don't care about him much!
Shang Xiye felt a pang of resentment and pain in his heart. He forced himself to let go of her and sat down in the wheelchair with a gloomy expression.
The autumn sun shines down intensely, and it's extremely hot.
This was the Ninth Prince's residence, not the home of any ordinary official; no one came out to invite him in, and Eunuch De didn't dare to presume to go in himself. He stood outside in the scorching sun for a long time before the person in charge finally came out.
Moreover, Shang Xiye's gaze was as cold and sharp as an icicle; just one look from him made Eunuch De feel chilled to the bone.
He really couldn't understand the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.
While claiming to be trying to win over the Ninth Prince, she actually went on to offend him and his wife to the point of no return.
Are they relying on the late emperor's edict to be certain that the nine princes will not rebel?
What if the Ninth Prince had some disloyal or unfilial intentions and actually raised the flag in rebellion?
However, as a servant, he could only think these words in his heart and would never dare to say them aloud.
But since the masters are so stubborn, those of us who serve them suffer terribly.
Not daring to ask Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao to kneel, Eunuch De raised the imperial edict to cover his face as they approached. He barely had time to breathe before reading the edict aloud in one breath. Then he shoved the edict into Wuying's hand and fled as if his pants were on fire.
Flattery? Waiting for a reward?
You're overthinking it!
Right now, Ninth Prince is like a firecracker filled with gunpowder; he doesn't want to blow himself up.
Seeing that Shang Xiye looked really bad, Ji Fengyao wanted to go up and comfort him a few more times.
Shang Xiye, however, turned his wheelchair and walked out of Hui Nuan Pavilion, his voice low and cold: "Wu Ying, return to Mo Zhai!"
Wuying, holding the imperial edict: "..."
Well, the master is angry again. I wonder how long this fuss will last.
Wu Ying glanced at Ji Fengyao with utter misery, feeling quite resentful.
Ji Fengyao: "???"
Why is Wuying looking at her like she's the culprit? It's not like she's the one who made Master angry!
Wang An, who was inside the room, sidled up to Shang Xiye and asked as he watched her leave, "Little sister, you and the Ninth Prince haven't always been getting along like this, have you?"
"Hmm, if we don't get along like this, how should we get along?" Ji Fengyao wondered.
Wang An stared at her incredibly open and honest chubby face for a long time, then clicked his tongue twice: "My brother-in-law is so pitiful."
After saying that, he waved and walked away: "I'm leaving now. I'll be busy with the noodle shop and the workshop these days, so I probably won't be coming back often."
"Hey, Xiao Anzi, what did you mean by what you just said? How is the prince pitiful?" Ji Fengyao was completely confused and craned her neck to ask from behind.
"She's liked that piece of wood for so long, she's almost driven mad with anger, isn't she pitiful?" Wang An's words drifted lightly from the outer courtyard.
Ji Fengyao's heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, leaving her rooted to the spot, unable to move for a long time.
Even Wang An, who had only known her for a short time, could tell that her master in this life liked her.
How could she not feel it herself?
So he left in anger just now because she kept urging him to marry another woman?
Has he fallen for her to this extent?
Her heart throbbed like gentle waves of a hot spring, and she recalled his recent teasing and his passionate expressions. Ji Fengyao gently clenched her ten fingers, which were hidden in her sleeve.
She never dared to admit it, but she also liked her master!
Moreover, perhaps she had liked her master for a very long time, even earlier than she imagined.
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