"This is the Ninth Prince's residence, not the imperial palace, and there is no need to worry about the opinions of the people."
Shang Xiye's voice was low and deep, and although he wasn't particularly angry, it sent chills down one's spine.
His cold, sharp gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the room.
Apart from Song Huiru, the other newlyweds in the room remained silent.
When Shang Xiye's gaze swept over Song Huiru, Song Huiru even generously and boldly returned his gentle smile.
As expected.
Shang Xiye's gaze did not linger on her smile.
Song Huiru's eyes, however, revealed an even more determined light:
I'm determined to have this man.
But the next second:
Shang Xiye said calmly and clearly, "Whether in the past or in the future, Yao Yao has the final say in the Ninth Prince's Mansion. The golden seal of the mansion is in Yao Yao's hands. Even if I return to the mansion, I will still have to obey her orders. Yao Yao's words are the rules of the family. Anyone who disagrees may leave the mansion on their own."
Princess Zhaoping, Qian Yingying, and Song Huiru were all dumbfounded!
What the heck?
Even after he returned to his residence, he still had to obey the bandits' orders.
You, the mighty War God Ninth King, saying such things is utterly morally reprehensible!
How could you... how could you say that?!
But what's even more mind-blowing is yet to come.
Ji Fengyao knew that Shang Xiye was afraid that she would be bullied, so he had summoned these newly arrived women to her place to teach them some rules.
Hearing his words, she felt a surge of sweetness in her heart and said softly, "Your Highness, what you're saying..."
"If Yao Yao thinks what I said is right, then please don't send me to the Ink Studio anymore. The old bed in the Ink Studio is really cold and hard. It's much more fragrant and warm here with Yao Yao." The prince ignored everyone in the room and actually held the little bandit's hand in public, acting coquettishly.
This is an overwhelming amount of PDA.
Even the three maids and Wuying, who were fed regularly, silently burped.
Qian Yingying was completely stunned on the spot.
Song Huiru felt her entire plan instantly shattered into dust. A surge of intense jealousy, like a flame doused with oil, erupted and burned her face, causing it to contort slightly.
Princess Zhaoping swayed and nearly fell on the spot.
She had seen them being affectionate in public before;
But I never expected that they could be so loving!
Such a Ninth Prince is simply unheard of and unseen before; he is utterly depraved, utterly devoid of conscience, utterly depraved... to the point of being speechless!
Ji Fengyao gritted her teeth silently and whispered, "Damn it, Your Highness, you've drawn too much hatred. Aren't you afraid that I'll be skinned alive, dismembered, and boiled into soup by these women?"
"My little wife is so powerful that even I, the king, am completely subdued by her; they are nothing but trash in front of her." A certain prince, relying on his handsome eyes that could kill, used his daily flirting to ask for a place to stay: "I'm telling you the truth, little wife. I was wrong. Tonight, I will behave myself and will not have any improper thoughts."
Ji Fengyao's lips twitched.
I don't believe you for a second!
But discussing this issue with him in front of so many people isn't really the right thing to do;
Even though she's a free spirit from Earth, she still has some pride, okay?
Ji Fengyao glanced at the crowd, whose faces were wide with disbelief, and smiled innocently: "Your Highness is exaggerating. As long as you don't provoke me, I'm not actually that tyrannical. I'll say it again: if you have no improper thoughts about Your Highness and live honestly and quietly, then there will always be a place for you in the Ninth Prince's Mansion."
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