But he always kept everything to himself.
He didn't say a word.
"Your Highness, if you truly do not wish to be their enemy, then you need not be."
Anyway, this world will completely collapse in less than a hundred years. Even if we find a way to leave, we won't be able to take everyone with us.
"Why don't we take a step back and give them a hundred years of peace and happiness? That would be the best we can do," the little bandit said, nestled in Shang Xiye's arms, her voice as soft and gentle as a kitten's.
"No need, my little wife, you've already given in enough. Since ancient times, royalty has been ruthless. I was born into such a family, but I haven't developed a heart of stone. My suffering is my own doing. I don't want you to suffer any more because of my weakness." Shang Xiye hugged the delicate and sensible little bandit girl tightly, feeling that he cherished her as the apple of his eye.
“How is that weakness? That’s humanity, that’s kindness. If Your Highness could be so ruthless towards your own blood relatives, then you wouldn’t be the Your Highness I know, you wouldn’t be the Master I know…” Ji Fengyao almost let slip, but quickly stopped herself and tried to cover it up: “You wouldn’t be the perfect Ninth Prince I know.”
Shang Xiye hugged the little bandit girl and turned her over, touching her cherry-red lips, and said with a smile, "My little wife's mouth is so sweet. When my little wife opens her golden mouth, all the troubles and sorrows in this world disappear."
"Your Highness, I think it's not that I'm sweet-talking, but that you secretly put honey on your lips." Ji Fengyao met Shang Xiye's eyes, which were as bright as stars, and felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring honey pot. Her whole body went limp, and she secretly blushed.
A warm spring night.
We are delighted to welcome the bright sunshine.
Here, Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao are deeply in love, and their family is harmonious and happy.
The palace was indeed shrouded in gloom.
The court was filled with unease.
Empress Chen Ziyun was like an ant on a hot pan, restless and uneasy.
Shang Dongyang walked in from outside Tongqi Wugong with heavy, shuffling steps. His pale face looked even more sinister and mean than before.
Even from a great distance, Shang Dongyang began to speak in a sarcastic tone: "Mother, what brings you to the palace so early in the morning?"
Hearing Shang Dongyang's arrogant voice and seeing his unruly behavior, the Empress felt a headache coming on and shouted in exasperation, "Crown Prince, please watch your manners and words!"
Shang Dongyang strode through the door, casually found a chair, plopped down, and said lazily, "Demeanor? Speech? Mother, what use do I have for those things? Can they make Father pass the throne to me, or allow me to continue the family line?"
"You!" The Empress was speechless for a moment after being choked by Shang Dongyang's words, and it took her a long time to catch her breath.
They dismissed all the irrelevant people from the palace.
Chen Ziyun then sat down next to Shang Dongyang and said patiently, "Your Highness, I know that what that bandit did to you has been a great blow to you, but you can't just give up and become despondent!"
"What else can I do? We have no money, and the people we've painstakingly gathered over the past ten years have all scattered, some have fled, some have run away!"
He had already incurred the wrath of his father early on!
Only two empty titles remain!
"If one day Father Emperor is displeased and wants to strip us of our titles, Mother Empress, just you wait and see. Those old foxes in the court won't say a single good word for us," Shang Dongyang said dejectedly.
He said dejectedly, "I know, Mother, you're still counting on that bandit; but Father and Empress Dowager are also counting on that bandit. What do we have to fight against Father and Empress Dowager now?"
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