After changing her clothes, looking at her stunningly beautiful daughter who still retained a touch of childishness, Su Rujing's eyes finally reddened and tears fell. She patted Ji Feng's hand and said softly, "Yao'er, your father and I hope that you can be happy and carefree for the rest of your life. Don't worry, your father and your eldest brother have cleared the area around the courtyard for you, ensuring that not even a fly can get in."
The implication was that even if the Ninth Prince screamed until his throat was hoarse, no one would come to his rescue.
Ji Fengyao opened her mouth, but said nothing.
Poor Ninth Prince, I wonder if it's too late to tell him to come down the mountain now?
Su Rujing assumed Ji Fengyao was just shy and didn't pay any attention.
At this moment, someone outside the courtyard announced, "Prince Su has arrived," and the sound of many people entering the courtyard could be heard.
Su Rujing quickly covered Ji Fengyao's head with a red veil, led her to sit down by the bed, and mysteriously took out a roll of brocade from her sleeve and stuffed it into Ji Fengyao's hand, whispering, "Study it carefully, you'll need it later."
As Xique was leaving, she leaned close to Ji Fengyao's ear, giggling and clenching her fist to cheer her on: "Go, Miss!"
Su Rujing pulled Xique out the door, and the two of them blocked the entrance. They said to the people carrying Shang Xiye in the courtyard, "This is a special place for the new house. Only the Ninth Prince should come in. Everyone else should go outside to drink the wedding wine and rest."
Inside the room, Ji Fengyao was curious about what Su Rujing had given her. She lowered her head and unfolded the brocade cloth, and her hand trembled.
On the first piece of cloth, two little figures are embracing each other, with the woman on top and the man on the bottom.
The second, third... and tenth pieces of cloth all feature two little figures joined together, each in a different pose.
The legendary erotic paintings.
The composition, the color scheme, the embroidery skills, the top-quality material—wow!
Her mother had really gone to great lengths to ensure that she could successfully force herself on the Ninth Prince, making it difficult for her to refuse her mother's hospitality.
The thought of overpowering a national war god is indeed quite exciting.
Especially since that person was right outside the door, and she was holding such a pile of things in her hands, even Ji Fengyao, who prided herself on having reincarnated several times and wandered the mortal world, couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.
"Your Highness..." Wuying looked at his master with concern.
Shang Xiye raised his hand. Even though he didn't say a word, even though he was sitting in the sedan chair, even though he looked sickly, the sunlight in the world seemed to shine only for him.
His presence made him the sole focus of attention.
"My leg injury has not yet healed and I am unable to move easily. My mother-in-law will not allow them to escort me inside. Then I will trouble the Princess Consort to come out and receive me." Shang Xiye's expression was indifferent, and his voice was deep and resonant. He did not deliberately show any displeasure or impatience, but he still gave people a feeling of being exceptionally cold.
"You dog..." the sparrow roared in anger.
Her young lady nearly died from a fall yesterday, and is now so weak that she can't even wield a whip weighing about 30 pounds. It's all his fault, yet he still dares to ask the young lady to come out and greet him!
Su Rujing quickly pulled Xique aside and said gently, "The bridal veil hasn't been lifted yet, so it's not appropriate to let the bride out. Xique, please help the groom inside for Miss."
With a fierce snort, Xi Que rushed forward, grabbed Shang Xiye's sedan chair, hoisted him and the chair onto her shoulder, turned around, and strode into the bridal chamber in a few steps.
Wuying and Wuhen, standing to the side, stepped forward slightly, but were stunned by Shang Xiye's downward gaze and stopped moving.
Hearing heavy footsteps enter, Ji Fengyao hurriedly stuffed the pile of brocade cloth spread on her knees into her sleeves.
There was a loud thud by the bed, followed by the man's suppressed gasps of pain. Then a big guy was thrown next to him, and Xi Que's loud voice exploded in his ear: "Miss, I've brought your son-in-law in. You can have fun. I'll bring you your favorite food and snacks tonight."
Take your time, have fun.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Shang Xiye's face darkened: "..."
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