Aunt Sun curtsied again, walked to the door, and instructed the young eunuch to deliver a message to the small kitchen in Cixi Palace.
The palace maids inside quickly cleared away a table full of sumptuous food.
Zhaoping finally snapped out of her shock. With tears welling in her eyes, she forced a smile and walked delicately to the Empress Dowager. She coaxed her softly, "Empress Dowager, please don't let these lowly servants upset you. I'll make you some lotus root cakes to sweeten your mouth. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
"Good, good! Zhaoping is so thoughtful and caring. He knows that I crave this kind of thing. Whoever marries you will be blessed for generations." As she spoke, the Empress Dowager deliberately glanced at Shang Xiye.
Zhaoping lowered her head shyly, gave a soft and coquettish "Empress Dowager," and then got up and ran away like a frightened lamb.
Watching Zhao Ping's shy departure, the Empress Dowager felt increasingly pleased with the obedient and lovable child she had raised. Looking at Ji Fengyao, this bandit roaming the mountains, she found her even more distasteful. It wasn't that she had completely forgotten Ji Fengyao's life-saving grace; it was simply that all the people of the world were subjects of the Great Zhao, and she was the Empress Dowager of a nation. It was only right that her people saved her.
Moreover, Ji Fengyao took the position of Ninth Prince's Consort before Zhao Ping, so she should know what's good for her.
Now it seems that this bandit doesn't know what's good for him, and that's where the bandit's fault!
"I originally wanted to invite you to stay for a meal, but I didn't expect to encounter such a useless cook. It's getting late, so I won't keep you any longer today. I'm also tired." The Empress Dowager's face was cold, hard, and dark, like a blackened pot that had been burning for ten years.
Shang Xiye then pulled Ji Fengyao aside to bid her farewell and take her leave.
Ji Fengyao was stunned by the Empress Dowager's incredible move. It wasn't until she left Cining Palace, exited through the east gate, and boarded the carriage back to the Prince's residence that she exclaimed "Holy crap!" and came to her senses.
You invite people to dinner, prepare a table full of delicacies, then don't let them eat, beat up the cook in front of them, and then shut the door and kick them out.
This kind of outrageous tactic is probably unique throughout history, with no other example to follow!
"What do you mean by that 'nest' and 'grass' you keep talking about? It's not a kind of medicinal herb, is it?" Shang Xiye couldn't help but ask curiously.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Sometimes I do want to be a lady, is there any way to salvage this situation?
"Hmm?" Shang Xiye persisted.
Ji Fengyao twitched her lips: "Your Highness, I'll have someone clean your ears later. Sometimes you have to understand what people are saying, otherwise it's silly to smile at them when they're insulting you."
Shang Xiye: "..."
He roared inwardly, "Guards, drag this audacious female bandit out!"
A moment of silence fell over the carriage, followed by a strange gurgling sound. Their eyes met, and Ji Fengyao, with a serious expression, clutched her stomach and shrank back onto the bed, her gaze darting away.
A two-faced little thing.
Shang Xiye found it amusing, and her heart instantly brightened, like a clear blue sky.
Pressing open the hidden compartment of the small square table, Shang Xiye took out a plate of fragrant, soft, and sweet pastries. Before she could place them on the table, a delicate white hand rushed over from the opposite side and snatched them away.
The young female bandit clutched the plate to her chest, her mouth already stuffed full, and shouted at him indistinctly, "Didn't I tell you that what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine? So this pastry is mine!"
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