Near the entrance to the long street by the palace gate, Yao, with a bruised and swollen face, knelt on a rather luxurious carriage.
She looked at Ji Fengyao in disbelief: "You really, are you just going to let me go like this?"
"Do you know anything more about Xue Yanshou?" Ji Fengyao asked casually.
Madam Yao quickly put on a sincere expression and shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum.
"Then why should I kill you?" Ji Fengyao said, as if narrating or advising. "Besides, even if I don't kill you, you might not be able to escape alive. You ruined their plans, so think carefully about how to survive."
"Ninth Prince's Consort..."
Upon hearing this, Yao made a gesture to kneel down and beg, but Ji Fengyao waved her hand to stop her: "Don't beg me. The Ninth Prince's Mansion is not a refuge for refugees. People have to rely on their own abilities to survive in this world. If you rely on others, they can protect you for a while, but they can't protect you forever."
After saying that, Ji Fengyao turned around and returned to Shang Xiye's side, and the group left.
Seeing that there was no hope of getting help, Yao's eyes revealed a mixture of resentment and helplessness. She hurriedly urged the driver to drive away from the capital.
Wang An looked back every few steps, feeling sorry for Yao: "Sister, you knew those people wanted to kill her, why didn't you help her? If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have been able to find the silver from Xue Yanshou's family."
"Helping her is indeed just a small favor for me," Ji Fengyao said calmly, glancing at Wang An. "But behind her is the entire Yao family; and behind the Yao family are other merchants who are in cahoots. I have neither the ability nor the reason to make things difficult for myself and Your Highness for someone who is a complete stranger and willingly colludes with a treacherous person."
Xiao Anzi, you must remember one thing.
Human nature is inherently good, but this goodness must be based on "yourself"—only "yourself"—having the ability to do good, not forcibly relying on others, and without incurring serious consequences for yourself. Don't be a self-righteous, hypocritical saint who lacks principles and boundaries, and constantly uses moral blackmail against family and friends; that's incredibly annoying!
Wang An nodded: "What my sister said makes sense, I'll remember it."
“Miss, I’ve remembered that too. I felt a little sorry for Yao just now,” Xique suddenly interjected, cleverly raising her chin in a proud gesture. “Now, humph, I don’t feel sorry for her anymore. She got what she deserved!”
"Tsk tsk, I don't know what's gotten into our Sister Xique these past two days, she's been focusing on her studies so much that she even knows she brought it upon herself," Bai Lu teased mischievously.
"You naughty girl, you have such a gossipy mouth!" Xi Que said, embarrassed and annoyed, chasing after Bai Lu to hit her.
The two girls ran off, laughing and joking.
Watching them playfully bicker, Lin Shuang's mind drifted to that handsome, alluring face, and a pang of longing made her heart ache.
I don't know where he is now, whether he is safe and sound, or whether he has sent a message back home to report that everything is alright.
At this moment, Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao were squeezed onto the stone bed in the "Water Curtain Cave," with a chubby little ball dozing off beside them.
Ji Fengming lay half-turned, one hand half-supporting her head, in the posture of a sleeping beauty, but she had no beauty at all.
With his other hand, he mischievously poked at the little ball's bright red beak, making small talk: "Xiao Chen, let's give these two names. We can't keep calling them Fatty and Fatty Ball. It makes us seem tasteless."
Black Owl glanced at him sideways from his slight drowsiness: What kind of taste do bandits have?
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