Seeing that her wheelchair was about to crash into a tree, Shang Xiye quickly reached out and grabbed the wheels, then turned back to look indifferently at Wu Zhong, who was already lost in thought: "What are you thinking about?"
Wuhen snapped out of her daze, lowered her head, and said with her ears turning red, "I'm sorry, Your Highness."
Seeing this, Ji Fengyao suggested thoughtfully, "Your Highness, I think you should have the four secret guards rotate shifts regularly, otherwise, as you can see, Wuhen is sleep-deprived."
Shang Xiye: "..."
Wuhen: "..."
Because Qingyuan is relatively remote, the fight last night did not alarm the other main characters in the Summer Palace, but Consort Jia and Consort Jin, who also lived in Qingyuan, must have been alerted.
Consort Jia thought it was the people from Donglongmen who had made the move, and she was so excited that she couldn't sleep well all night.
Early the next morning, Consort Jia rushed to the main courtyard, eager to witness the bandit's miserable death.
To everyone's surprise, as soon as they entered the inner courtyard, they saw the prince sitting in the main hall with his clothes half off.
The bandit was half-squatting in front of the prince, head down, holding something in his hand, his body moving with each movement.
At this time, the morning light was faint and the candles in the room were dim. Consort Jia could not see the situation in the room very clearly, but could only see the general outline. Her intuition was that this scene was extremely lewd and disgusting!
Not only did the bandit not die, she actually openly consorted with the prince early in the morning...!
Consort Jia was so angry that she trembled all over, feeling as if she had swallowed several mouthfuls of blood again.
Qing Sang and Ting Lan were also stunned, unsure whether to speak up to remind the people inside or to persuade their master to go back.
Ji Fengyao was about to take out needles from her needle kit to stimulate Shang Xiye's acupuncture points for pain relief when, before she could even pull the needles out, he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into his arms. Her small face was pressed against his cool skin, and a masculine aura emanated from her.
Just as she was about to instinctively struggle, she suddenly heard a deep voice from his chest: "What are you doing here so early?"
Ji Fengyao reacted very quickly, rapidly rolling up the needle case and wrapping her arms around him from behind.
She turned her head slightly and saw the Jiafei and her servants staring blankly in the courtyard behind her. Her soft body pressed closer to Shang Xiye, and she complained in a sweet and shy voice, "Oh dear, Your Highness, we told you to go inside, but you insisted on staying here."
"It's my own yard, my own husband, what's there to be afraid of?" Shang Xiye said in a serious but flirtatious tone.
As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the little bandit's chubby chin, and then pinched it.
My own husband!
Consort Jia's eyes were practically spitting fire. "I am also your own concubine, why don't you treat me like this?"
"Your Highness, Your Highness, it seems an assassin broke into Qingyuan last night. I was worried about your safety, so I got up before dawn and rushed over. I didn't expect... I didn't mean to." Consort Jia was so angry that she felt dizzy, but she had to make excuses for her rash behavior.
They're worried about her safety; they're probably here to see if she's dead.
Ji Fengyao nestled in Shang Xiye's arms and glanced coldly at Consort Jia: "It's just dawn. Those who know will say you're worried about my safety and the Prince's, but those who don't will think you've had enough of the show and are eager to come and watch the excitement."
"It was my oversight that I came at the wrong time," Consort Jia said, her heart bleeding with hatred.
She didn't know why, but lately she had been easily angered, and whenever she got angry, her blood would rush to her head, causing her to vomit blood repeatedly.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but spit out two more mouthfuls on the spot.
"Oh dear, the floor I just washed is dirty again!" Ji Fengyao exclaimed in a coquettish tone, her seductive voice as affected as could be.
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