In broad daylight, this scene of violence is so shameful!
Even the most magnanimous woman blushed and turned her head away, saying, "Miss, your medicine is ready. I chilled it with ice so it's not too hot. Please drink your medicine before...before you make love with the Prince." She then weakly added, "Your Highness, my young lady's poison hasn't been neutralized yet. Please let her drink her medicine first; you must be considerate of her."
Ji Fengyao: "!"
Shang Xiye: "..."
A sound like tiles loosening came from the roof; something had clearly rolled off.
Day three.
Ji Fengyao, dressed in the formal attire of the Princess Consort of Su, entered the palace with Shang Xiye to express their gratitude.
The carriage stopped in front of the east gate of the palace.
Wuying and Wuhen carried Shang Xiye's wheelchair down from the carriage first, then Linshuang helped Ji Fengyao down from the carriage. Immediately afterwards, Shang Xiye reached out his hand to Ji Fengyao, and the two entered the palace through the east gate hand in hand.
The guards and palace servants on duty nearby were deeply saddened by the sight.
The Ninth Prince is truly pitiful now.
He was disfigured and injured his leg in the war, and it is said that he will have great difficulty recovering. A few days ago, it was rumored that the Ninth Prince was poisoned by this bandit and searched for doctors all over the city. Now it seems that he really cares about this bandit princess.
Alas, if it were the Ninth Prince of the past, why would he need to do this?
Ji Fengyao felt countless gazes sweep over her, finally landing on Shang Xiye, all carrying either pity or a sense of anticipation. Recalling the scene of thousands of people flocking to the streets when she first entered the capital, she couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Putting aside personal grudges.
Shang Xiye possesses a noble temperament, stunning beauty, and superb martial arts skills. He earned the title of God of War by emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His strategic acumen is also unparalleled. He deserves all the praise and admiration in the world, but he should not be looked down upon and pitied like this. This is probably more painful than having his arm cut off or being stabbed a few times.
Ji Fengyao suddenly regretted the words she had said when she rushed out of the bridal carriage on the day she entered the capital.
She doesn't want to be wronged, but does he really want that?
Thinking about it, Ji Fengyao was about to pull her hand away from his.
If he acts coldly towards her in public, he might be able to save face a little more.
Unexpectedly, Shang Xiye seemed to have anticipated her reaction, and at the opportune moment, he tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes, bright as cold stars, peering up at her with a silent sense of reassurance.
Ji Fengyao thought to herself, "At least this guy still has some conscience in serious situations and knows how to soothe her emotions."
For this reason alone, she will stand by him through thick and thin in public from now on!
On the throne room.
Emperor Shang Xiche, clad in his dragon robe and imperial crown, was somewhat surprised to see Shang Xiye leading the bright and charming woman in. He had imagined female bandits to be burly and uncouth, at least like a country bumpkin, if not a demon. But this woman possessed outstanding beauty and exceptional bearing; had it not been for her bold gaze that dared to meet his eyes directly, he would never have believed she was a bandit.
Shang Xiche and Shang Xiye looked very different. He was in his forties, with a fair complexion, light beard, square face, and broad nose. His expression was gentle but he had an air of authority. He was clearly a man of deep cunning.
"Your Majesty, I, your humble servant, pay my respects."
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
The two bowed to each other. Shang Xiye could only bow while sitting due to his leg injury, a privilege granted by the Emperor when he returned from his serious injury.
Ji Fengyao, however, had to perform the kneeling ceremony according to the rules. The elaborate attire seemed to severely hinder her movements, and her bow was performed awkwardly. If Shang Xiye hadn't intervened in time to help her up, she would have surely fallen to the ground in the Golden Palace.
The palace maids and eunuchs present all pursed their lips and suppressed their laughter.
This vulgar bandit, even in a dragon robe, doesn't look like a prince; she's a complete joke.
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