Wu Shang immediately walked into the kneeling crowd, picked out a maid in brocade robes who was in her twenties, threw her in front of the maid in coarse clothes, and asked, "Is this her?"
"It's her, it's her!" The maid in coarse clothes ignored the maid in brocade clothes' murderous glare and blurted out everything the maid in brocade clothes and Lan Xin had taught her yesterday.
"So now everyone in the capital thinks I, no, I'm a local bandit," Ji Fengyao said, unconcerned about her bandit identity or what others thought, her smile contemptuous and disdainful: "You've completely bewitched the Prince, manipulating the Ninth Prince's Mansion at will, making everyone in the manor live in misery? What is the point of all this?"
Upon hearing this, most of the people present looked at Ji Fengyao with strange eyes.
"You don't expect that local bandits will commit suicide out of shame after being insulted and attacked by the whole city, do you?" Ji Fengyao pulled her hand back, propped herself up on the table, stood up, walked to the front of the group of spies, stood with her hands on her hips, and said in a charming yet dangerous tone: "Have you ever looked into what real bandits are like?"
Under the newly lit streetlights.
The young female bandit was dressed in brocade robes, her pure gold phoenix hairpin inlaid with rubies shimmering in the dim light, her face delicate and bright.
She was an extremely beautiful young woman, yet the group of spies watched in terror, not daring to utter a sound.
“A true bandit will never back down in cowardice. Whoever makes him unhappy will be retaliated against.” Ji Fengyao’s phoenix eyes turned cold as she raised her voice, “Guards! Bring Mi Jiang’er and her servant to me!”
"Yes!" a group of guards responded in unison and quickly left.
Before long, the furious Mi Jiang'er was pushed and shoved into the room by the guards.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? I am the Ninth Prince's woman. How dare you filthy scum lay a hand on me?" Mi Jiang'er walked away, cursing arrogantly.
Upon hearing the words "the Ninth Prince's woman," Ji Fengyao turned around and looked at Shang Xiye with a half-smile.
Shang Xiye: "..."
Little thing, why are you looking at me like that? In all my life, I've only ever touched you.
Wow, this guy's eyes are really open and honest.
Ji Fengyao met Shang Xiye's clear gaze and felt inexplicably happy. She turned to look at the bustling courtyard gate.
When Mi Jiang'er entered the courtyard, she saw a large group of people kneeling there, and her heart tightened immediately.
Seeing Shang Xiye sitting upright in front of her, she ran towards Shang Xiye in a few steps. When she got close to Ji Fengyao, she was so frightened by Ji Fengyao's piercing gaze that she had to stop and bow to her respectfully: "This humble concubine greets Your Highness."
"Kneel down!" Ji Fengyao looked at her coldly and said in a low but stern voice.
"What?" Mi Jiang'er didn't react for a moment.
"My young lady told you to kneel down, can't you understand human language?" Xi Que had already lost her temper and rushed over, kicking Mi Jiang'er in the back of the knee, making her kneel down.
"You, you've gone too far! The Prince is still here, and you dare to lay a hand on me!" Mi Jiang'er said, feigning a weak and pitiful appearance as she looked at Shang Xiye, crying out in a delicate voice, "Your Highness, look at them..."
Shang Xiye scooped up his hands and leaned back.
Wu Ying handed him a soft pillow at the right moment, and Shang Xiye leaned back comfortably, looking every bit like a bystander: "It wasn't you who taught those people to say that. I am now bewitched by the Princess Consort and follow her lead in everything I do?"
"Your Highness, I didn't..."
"Don't rush to deny it, what you said is the truth," Shang Xiye interrupted Mi Jiang'er coolly.
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