“But once you get married, what will happen to your reputation as a young woman…” Su Rujing still felt incredibly sorry for her unfortunate daughter. She should have lived a happy life under their care, but how did she end up with such a scoundrel as the Ninth Prince and a life-or-death ordeal at the age of twenty?
Ji Fengyao, hands on her hips, exuded a bandit-like air: "Mother, have you forgotten? I'm a bandit! What do bandits need a reputation for? If someone I fancy in the future doesn't like me back, I'll just snatch them away! If they dare to run, I'll break their legs!"
"Well said! Whoever you fancy, Dad will help you snatch them!"
"If your future brother-in-law dares to look down on you, I'll beat him up for you!"
"And us too!"
"Miss, I'll have my mother twist hemp rope for you tomorrow. She'll make it thick and strong, and I guarantee your son-in-law won't run away!"
The guard of the Ninth Prince, who was not far away, watched this family of bandits shouting and killing, and they were so frightened that their legs trembled and cold sweat broke out on their backs. They began to worry about the Ninth Prince.
Faced with this family of bandits, it's uncertain how long the Ninth Prince can hold out, or whether he'll be driven to his death by anger.
If the Ninth Prince were to be driven to his death by this family of bandits, he would be too frustrated!
A soldier standing at the very end of the honor guard, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, quickly left Vulture Village and, under the cover of the jungle, slipped into the camp of the Nine Kings at the foot of the mountain without anyone noticing.
"She really said that?"
Shang Xiye sat on a black ironwood chair in front of his desk, his face covered by a half-gold mask. His lips were almost the same color as his chin, pale as paper. His eyes were cold and sharp as ice blades, keen and piercing like cold stars.
A thick sheepskin blanket was draped over his legs, and a brazier was neatly arranged beside the desk.
Wuying, who was standing near the desk, was sweating profusely from the heat, but Shang Xiye remained completely oblivious.
"Yes, Your Highness, I heard it with my own ears," Wuying said firmly.
The four bodyguards had grown up with Shang Xiye since childhood, and their mutual trust was beyond question. He was just a little surprised that this female bandit would fabricate such an absurd excuse as a divine dream in order to marry him.
What's even more outrageous is that the whole family of bandits actually believed it!
Wu Ying looked worried: "Your Highness, are you still going up the mountain... to consummate the marriage?"
"The imperial decree cannot be disobeyed." Shang Xiye's fingers, resting on his legs, tightened slightly, but he felt nothing in his legs. His eyelids drooped, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.
Despite spending a night in her host's boudoir, Ji Fengyao was still somewhat unaccustomed to the atmosphere of the room. It was filled with all sorts of weapons; anyone unfamiliar with the place would have thought they'd walked into an armory.
She tried it last night, and apart from the ten-pound cold iron longsword, she couldn't lift anything else.
Xi Que held her and cried for most of the night, saying that she used to be able to wield a nearly 100-pound broadsword with one hand, but this fall not only wiped out her memory, but also all her strength.
To emphasize the festive atmosphere, each weapon in the room was adorned with a red flower tied with red silk, which looked rather strange.
A short while later, Xi Que and Su Rujing, whose eyes were full of loving kindness, entered the room.
The magpie holds a pure gold wine jug inlaid with rubies and two pure gold wine cups cast with dragon and phoenix patterns and tied together with a lucky rope.
Su Rujing held a bright red wedding dress in her hands, embroidered with a pattern of phoenixes singing in harmony, which was very eye-catching.
"Yao'er," Su Rujing gently held Ji Fengyao's hand, "The Ninth Prince is almost at the village gate. Quickly change into your wedding attire. Mother knows that although the Ninth Prince is deliberately neglecting you, you still have feelings for him. Since you like him, do your best to win him over. Don't be shy."
This was a mother's earnest advice to her daughter before her wedding, and Ji Fengyao was deeply moved.
Just as tears were welling up in her eyes, Su Rujing's next words almost made her collapse on the spot: "If he doesn't agree, just let him drink this wedding wine, and make it a fait accompli. Once you have a child, he will naturally have you in his heart."
I recognized her eyes; she was my own mother.
Ji Fengyao silently gave Su Rujing a thumbs up, reminding him, "Mother, my marriage with him is really just a sham."
"Alright, alright, Mother won't say anymore," Su Rujing said with an "I understand" expression.
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