Wuhen had seen the wound on Shang Xiye's back before; at that time, half of his back was black.
Looking at it now, apart from the slightly red wound, the skin color on Shang Xiye's back had returned to normal, and the wound was also stitched up very well. He couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Your Highness, I didn't expect the Princess Consort's medical skills to be so superb."
Shang Xiye smiled slightly: "Your Majesty has truly given me a pleasant surprise this time."
Seeing this, Wuying and Wuhen both understood what was going on.
The prince has never been moved by the mention of any woman, it seems that their palace will soon have a mistress.
Having changed to a new car, Wu Zhong and Wu Shang secretly sneaked over to report back.
"Did you catch him?" Shang Xiye asked, a faint murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
“No, but I discovered…” Wu Shang looked up, then suddenly covered his lips and used a secret telepathic technique.
As Shang Xiye heard this, his thin lips gradually curled into a wicked smile, his long, upturned eyelashes revealing a mocking sneer: "My queen doesn't seem to have such a good temper."
"Your Highness," Wu Shang thought something was amiss and was surprised.
The princess has saved you twice, and she's still out there getting medicine for you. Don't you plan to protect her?
Shang Xiye waved his hand and dismissed them.
Seeing Ji Fengyao looking exhausted but still carefully identifying the medicinal herbs, Ji Fengming felt very sorry for her: "Sister, your husband's injury is under control, isn't it? Why don't we do it tomorrow? Look how tired you are."
"It's only under control on the surface. If I don't come up with a remedy to counteract it soon, I could become a widow at any time." Ji Fengyao carefully matched the medicinal properties and names of the herbs and memorized them. This was not difficult for her, given her strong soul and familiarity with medicinal properties.
"That serious!"
Ji Fengming and Xi Que were startled by her words.
Finally, Ji Fengming remembered Ji Chenhai's words and whispered to Ji Fengyao, "Anyway, you don't like him, and he doesn't treat you well. Why bother saving him so hard? Why not just let him die? We can then take over the Prince's mansion. I've asked around, and the Prince Su's mansion is huge. We can take all the old and young men from Vulture Village there. Then we can rob whichever pharmacy we want, and plunder whichever private treasury we want. We can gather 100,000 medicinal herbs very quickly."
Upon hearing this, Xique was immediately excited and clapped her hands in agreement: "Yes, yes, Miss, the young master's idea is excellent!"
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Don't you ever consider that without the protection of the Ninth Prince, after you've finished robbing, won't the Emperor have a legitimate reason to wipe you all out?
Because the wounded needed to be settled, Shang Xiye instructed the wedding procession to rest at the nearest Fengma Post Station.
Because of its proximity to Qingzhu Snake Valley, Fengma Post Station frequently received officials and their families who had been bitten by poisonous insects and snakes. The station was well-furnished and much better than other post stations where people would stop for a meal and change horses.
The soldiers and the ceremonial band split up at the entrance of the post station and lined up along the road, allowing the palanquin to enter the courtyard directly.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, we have arrived," Wuying respectfully reminded from outside the carriage.
Shang Xiye woke up from her nap, opened her eyes, and saw the little female bandit on the chaise longue opposite her, hugging a thin blanket and sleeping without any regard for her image. She gave a soft "hmm" and said in a low voice, "Have the postmaster arrange for the people from Vulture Village to stay first, and do not neglect them."
"Yes!" Wuying and Wuhen accepted the order and sent someone to the back of the group to invite Ji Chenhai and the others over.
Wei Anhuai, the postmaster who had been waiting to greet Shang Xiye, naturally heard his words. Seeing that the Ninth Prince did not get out of the carriage but instead allowed the bandits from Bald Vulture Village to stay first, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
The Ninth Prince was a figure of immense power and influence, and the entire nation was indignant on his behalf over this marriage. How could he possibly object to such politeness from a group of bandits?
Does this mean he's really planning to accept this marriage?
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