Ji Fengyao subconsciously turned her head to look out the window at the barely bright light, and became even angrier: "Your Highness, it's not even dawn yet, what are you doing? Do you know what you just did...?"
"Although you are bedridden, the Empress Dowager has not exempted you from the rule of waking up at dawn and dusk. Today is the first day at the Summer Palace, so I cannot plead for you. Get up quickly, I will go with you." Shang Xiye pinched the little girl bandit's chubby face in his arms, who was about to get angry, and got up without any sign of anything amiss, as if nothing had just happened.
"No, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, there's no need to dress up too elaborately. Just wash up and put on your ordinary clothes," Shang Xiye said to Ji Fengyao as she finished dressing, interrupting her attempt to protest.
"Why?" Ji Fengyao's attention was successfully diverted.
This was the first time she had paid her respects to the Empress Dowager since arriving at the Summer Palace. Shouldn't she have dressed more formally?
"Your Highness is unwell and bedridden. I will have someone carry you there." Shang Xiye calmly flicked the small wrinkles on his clothes, lowered the bed curtains, and called Wuying to take him out to wash up.
"Pfft, cough cough!" Ji Fengyao was choked by his words, and the little bit of depression in her heart vanished instantly.
Carry it!
Wow, bro, you're amazing!
The Empress Dowager came here specifically to torment her. If she lies there so comfortably, won't that old hag be driven to her death?
But why does she like this unconventional, slap-in-the-face style of the villains so much?
I finished washing and grooming myself, feeling refreshed.
Lin Shuang brought over the millet porridge and side dishes that she had personally cooked in the small kitchen in Shang Xiye's courtyard.
Ji Fengyao had a good appetite and drank two large bowls of wine. Then she comfortably lay down on the cool couch that Shang Xiye had found, and the group set off in a grand procession towards the Empress Dowager's residence.
At this moment, the sun was just about to rise, and the Summer Palace was filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, with a clear blue sky.
If she weren't faking illness, Ji Fengyao would be in such a good mood that she could belt out a few lines of Qinqiang opera.
For example: his eldest uncle and his second uncle are both his uncles, and the high table and the low stool are both made of wood...
When I get excited, I get a little giddy.
Ji Fengyao leaned back on the soft pillow, propping her chin up with one hand, and looked at Shang Xiye who was following closely behind her. She whispered, "Xiao Jiu, why don't you come over too? If you're going to be naughty, let's be naughty together. It's so boring to sit in a wheelchair all by yourself."
Upon hearing this, the four guards carrying the cool bed stumbled and nearly dropped it into the lotus pond.
"Hold it steady!"
Before Wuying could speak, Shang Xiye, unusually, personally reprimanded the guards below in a deep voice.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The four guards carrying the cool couch broke out in a cold sweat, thinking bitterly: "Your Highness, could you please keep your teasing of the Prince behind closed doors next time? This sudden mention of 'Little Nine' is so terrifying."
Ji Fengyao leaned against the cool couch, readjusting herself into a comfortable position. She glanced at Shang Xiye's icy expression in front of others and suddenly remembered how he had kissed her that morning. His gentle and alluring eyes were so close to hers, and her heart skipped a beat.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die.
Why are you thinking about such nonsensical things?
As you walk further and further from Qingwan, you gradually encounter more and more people on the road.
When people saw Ji Fengyao lying on the cool couch being carried, they all turned their heads and started talking amongst themselves.
Ji Fengyao affectedly placed one hand on her temple, furrowed her brows slightly, and pretended to be weak and helpless. Every now and then, she would ask in a coquettish voice, "Your Highness, how much longer until we arrive? I feel so uncomfortable." "Your Highness, lying on the cool couch is making me so dizzy. I feel like throwing up, and my stomach seems to hurt a little."
Passersby: "..."
Could this vulgar bandit be any more outrageous? Is she that precious?
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