Shang Xiye didn't even glance at Bai Rumei because of her unusual calmness and composure. He had grown up in the deep palace and had seen too many kinds of dramas, whether it was feigning composure or hysteria.
"Once the princess wakes up, I will hand you over to her to deal with," Shang Xiye said without looking up, "Take him away."
Bai Rumei's face finally showed some emotion: She's not dead?
Her gaze fell on Shang Xiye's as cold and indifferent face as ever, and she immediately felt relieved. The fact that he could sit here so calmly and deal with her spoke volumes.
As Bai Rumei watched Shang Xiye being dragged away by her arm, she suddenly smiled silently: "Ninth Prince, you are so eager to punish me now, but do you know that you are also pushing her to her death? Sooner or later you will understand that you cannot protect her."
"Your Highness, is this for the Princess?" Wuhen held up the tray in his hand.
Shang Xiye's gaze fell on the hairpin, and she remained silent.
Wuhen seemed to know what he was thinking and took the initiative to say, "When I went to search Jieyi Garden, this thing was placed on the First Madam's dressing table. There were a few drops of tea on the hairpin end, and several poisoned flying insects were soaking in the water."
"They're so sure I can't wield a spear anymore that they're testing whether I can still lift a sword." Shang Xiye scoffed. "Call Xique in and have her deliver the things to the Princess."
Xi Que had been waiting outside the door. When she heard Shang Xiye let her through and the people at the door made way for her, she rushed in and started yelling at Shang Xiye again: "Don't think that I'll forgive you just because you found out who the murderer is. If anything happens to Miss, I'll still kill you!"
"It seems I must remind your mistress that she cannot bring you into the palace the day after tomorrow, otherwise your temper, which is always ready to fight and kill, will surely bring trouble upon her." Shang Xiye was not angry, and rubbed his aching knees.
"You're going to the palace the day after tomorrow?"
Hearing that there was no one else in the room, Ji Fengyao came out from behind the screen, her eyes falling on Shang Xiye's hands rubbing his legs.
"Little...!" When Xi Que saw Ji Fengyao walk out unharmed, she was so excited that she wanted to shout and pounce on her, but Wuhen covered her mouth in time. Her small body jumped and struggled fiercely under Wuhen's palm, and she mumbled angrily, "Let me go, why are you covering me!"
"Keep your voice down. Everyone outside knows I'm poisoned and unconscious. If you keep yelling, you'll give us away." Ji Fengyao saw that Xique's eyes were swollen like peaches from crying, and she gently stroked her swollen eyelids with heartache: "Put a hot towel on them later."
Wuhen only let go when he saw that the magpie had stopped struggling violently.
Xi Que turned around and glared at him angrily, then kicked his toe hard. Before turning back, her eyes were red with tears. She took Ji Fengyao's hand and whispered happily, "Miss, I'm so glad you're alright. Please don't scare me like that again. I was so worried. I even told the head of the household and the young master to come and chop off the young master's head."
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Shang Xiye: "..."
Wuhen twitched his lips, looked up at the roof, shifted his sore toes, and considered whether he should go out and avoid the situation. If he witnessed the prince's humiliation too many times, he might one day be given a mouthful of mute-inducing medicine.
"Do you think we're all as stupid as you?" Ji Fengming's voice suddenly came from the rooftop. Then, a figure flashed in the doorway, and Ji Fengming, dressed in a light purplish-blue robe, entered. The night wind stirred as he moved, and his robes fluttered, giving him the air of a noble young master.
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