"In broad daylight, utterly shameless!"
Shang Xiye suddenly roared, startling the little female bandit beside him!
A whole host of maids, old women, and servants knelt on the ground.
Even Qian Yingying and Xia He were frightened and knelt down as well.
Ji Fengyao couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement and whispered, "Holy crap, you're amazing, bro! Your voice, stage presence, singing, and acting are all superb. Your acting skills are simply unparalleled! If you didn't know better, you'd think you were going to tear a hole in the sky."
"Hmm?" Shang Xiye frowned slightly, looked at his wife, pouted slightly in dissatisfaction, and whispered, "What did you just call me?"
“Big…” Ji Fengyao looked at him facing her, his eyes instantly breaking into those of a little puppy, and twitched her lips: “Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, just pretend you heard it. Business is important, you continue.”
Shang Xiye coughed lightly before looking up and continuing, "Guards! Drag these two shameless and immoral women to the Ink Studio to await their fate. Their maids, drag them away and have them beaten to death!"
"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Chun Tao and Chun Xing were so frightened that their bodies went limp and they trembled. They opened their mouths to cry and beg for mercy: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please have mercy! This is all... um...!"
Wu Ying had already instructed his subordinates about this matter.
As soon as Chun Tao and Chun Xing opened their mouths, four strong guards covered their mouths and dragged them away like chicks, giving them no chance to tell the truth in public.
Compared to Chun Tao and Chun Xing's desperate cries, Zhuo Ya and Zhuo La's wailing was clearly insincere; even their voices were weak, and not a single tear fell from their faces. They kept repeating the same phrase: "Your Highness, spare us! Your Highness, spare us..."
The maids, old women, and servants were speechless.
Are these two idiots?
Or did they know they deserved their fate and were unforgivable, so they gave up the struggle?
Even the guards who were pulling them away were too lazy to gag her.
Four other guards arrived at the pavilion.
Two of them dragged Song Huiru away like a dead dog; she was limp and powerless and had not yet recovered.
The other two stood very respectfully beside Chanyu Heye and whispered, "Consort Jin, please."
The maids and old women in the distance couldn't hear what the two guards were saying, but Song Huiru heard it all clearly. Now that things had come to this point, how could she not understand that this was clearly a trap set for her by Chanyu Heye and that bandit!
"You...you're so ruthless...you actually did it so early...uh!" Song Huiru tried to say something to Shanyu Heye but was promptly silenced by the two guards who were holding her.
They dragged everyone away to the ink studio.
Shang Xiye's face darkened, his eyes were cold as knives, and he said sternly, "None of you are allowed to utter a single word about what happened today; if anyone dares to speak out, I will punish them severely!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The maids, servants, and boys answered in unison, kneeling and prostrating themselves on the ground, until Shang Xiye led Ji Fengyao away, only then daring to stand up.
Qian Yingying patted her chest and let out a long breath, still feeling lingering fear. "Oh my god, I was so scared! The prince was so angry, I thought he was going to kill everyone in the garden to silence them!"
"That's right, I was terrified just now too," Xia He patted her chest in the same manner.
Those around him nodded in agreement, deeply agreeing with his sentiments.
But the next second...
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