Perhaps she had liked her master for a very long time, even earlier than she imagined. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so captivated by his face, even before she knew who Shang Xiye was, simply because he resembled her master.
Because she liked it so much, she dared not take another step forward.
She was afraid that her master would resent her after regaining his memories. She was afraid that they would not even be able to remain master and disciple. She was afraid that they would become people in this world who would never cross paths again, and whose mere mention would cause them pain and disgust.
"Master, if you regain your memories and still love me," Ji Fengyao felt her whole body trembling, "then, even if I am reduced to ashes, I will still be with you."
"Miss, what did you say?" The sparrow beside her didn't quite hear her, but she felt that Ji Fengyao's expression was a little strange.
Ji Fengyao raised her eyes and smiled, her expression returning to its usual carefree and unrestrained manner: "It's nothing. I was just thinking about whether we should order a few more whips. I'm afraid that if too many people come to the manor, one whip won't be enough to handle them all."
Lin Shuang looked at Ji Fengyao's retreating figure as she entered the room with a puzzled expression: Is the princess confused with grief?
The imperial edict clearly stated that only Princess Zhaoping (the primary wife), Song Huiru (the concubine), and Qian Yingying (the wife) were allowed to enter. Why were there so many people?
Because Princess Zhaoping was to marry into the household as a concubine, and because she was the Empress Dowager's darling, the wedding date was set for after the New Year, allowing time for both sides to prepare for the wedding ceremony.
The Empress Dowager also gave a speech.
Song Huiru and Qian Yingying, who entered the mansion together, will have to wait until Princess Zhaoping enters the mansion before they can enter.
This is tantamount to silently declaring to the world that in the Empress Dowager's heart, there is only one principal wife in the Ninth Prince's residence: Zhaoping.
As for Ji Fengyao, that bandit, it doesn't matter whether others respect her or not.
That very night, upon hearing the news, Shang Xiye threw the gift list and purchase list that Uncle Fu had brought out of the house: "Just take out the old silk that Consort Jia and Consort Jin used when they entered the family. Take all the other items from the old storeroom. Also, go and pick out the ugliest chicken in the surrounding area, preferably one with a bald head and tail; I am unable to walk properly and cannot perform the wedding ceremony, so I will use a chicken instead!"
Uncle Fu: "..."
Old items are fine; at worst, people will say the Ninth Prince's Mansion is stingy.
But you're looking for a bald chicken with a bald head and tail...
Your Highness, that chicken represents you! You should at least find one that is more majestic and powerful!
Wuying kept giving Uncle Fu meaningful glances.
Uncle Fu understood and silently left the ink studio with Wuying, looking troubled: "Young Master Zhufeng, look at the chicken the prince ordered..."
Wu Ying patted Uncle Fu comfortingly and said, "It's good enough that the Prince didn't say he was short of money and couldn't afford a banquet; he asked you to find an ugly chicken, so just find the ugliest chicken to raise. But don't raise it too well, otherwise the Prince will definitely have someone bring up a dead chicken splattered with blood to the wedding ceremony."
"Alas, this is bad luck," Uncle Fu sighed heavily.
Seeing that Uncle Fu still wouldn't open the burglary, Wu Ying whispered, "You, please don't have such thoughts again. Our Prince's heart is with Hui Nuan Pavilion. As long as the mistress of Hui Nuan Pavilion is well, why would the Prince care about other people's fortune? The Prince has asked you to do so many things all to avenge her!"
"I guessed it too, but that one in Hui Nuan Pavilion, alas, is still too young and doesn't understand the ways of husband and wife," Uncle Fu said, shaking his head with worry as he walked away.
The prince inside the room felt a little relieved after hearing the conversation between Uncle Fu and Wuying.
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