Shang Xiye returned to Hui Nuan Pavilion covered in snowflakes, intending to rest outside in the cold before going in, so as not to bring the cold inside.
Hearing the sounds from outside, Ji Fengyao came out to greet him. Her soft little hand grasped his unusually cold large hand, which instinctively shrank back from the cold, but she held it even tighter: "Why did you take so long? Did you get scolded by the Emperor again?"
"Hmm, you're talking about your father, who robbed the Duke of Chen's soldiers until they returned to camp with nothing but their bare bottoms, and you asked me how to resolve it," Shang Xiye said calmly, with a hint of amusement, almost adding, "Well done."
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Looking out the window at the swirling snowflakes, I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the men under the Duke of Chen.
In this freezing weather, having to return to the barracks naked after a battle is quite pitiful.
"So, how does Your Highness plan to resolve this?" Ji Fengyao took the fluffy snowball from Lin Shuang's hand, carefully brushed the snow off Shang Xiye's head and body, and led him to the soft couch in the inner room as she asked.
"With the sky high and the road far, how can we solve this?" Shang Xiye sat on the couch, casually wrapped his arms around the little bandit girl, and greedily inhaled her sweet, girlish scent. His slightly pale lips almost touched her pink and warm cheeks. "Of course, we have to wait for your father and the Duke of Chen to move their troops back to the capital, hear what both sides have to say, and then make a decision."
Seeing that their two masters were getting intimate again, the three maids automatically and consciously retreated to the outer room to warm themselves by the fire and chat.
Ji Fengyao's face flushed, and she gently pushed him away with her small hands: "Your Highness, stop fooling around, let's sit down and talk properly."
"Aren't we just sitting here talking?" Shang Xiye didn't let go for a second.
Suddenly remembering something, he pulled the little bandit's right hand behind his head and said, "I forgot, I promised you I wouldn't wear a mask when we're alone. My little wife, can you take it off for me?"
Ji Fengyao: "..."
If she hadn't heard his name from his past life in his remaining memories and sensed the sleeping Ji Yan within his soul, she would never have believed that this guy was her master.
My master in my past life was a devil, but he never flirted with people like this!
In the distance, amidst the swirling frost and snow, a person shrouded entirely in a black robe stands against the wind.
He gazed into the direction of Hui Nuan Pavilion, remaining motionless for a long time.
A moment later, a man wearing a ghost mask rushed over and stopped beside the man in black robes, reporting with his hands behind his back, "Your Majesty, news has come from the border that the Duke of Chen and his son..."
"Tell me, if I desire a mortal woman, what shall I do?" The man in black robes suddenly interrupted the masked man, his voice light and melodious, like the soft chimes of a wind chime ringing in the cold.
The masked man paused for a moment, then said, “Your Excellency is of noble birth, and a mere mortal woman is naturally unworthy of you. But if you wish to have her, it is a blessing she has earned through ten lifetimes of good deeds.”
“But what if she is married?” The man in black robes turned to the masked man and asked seriously, “And what if the two are in love?”
The masked man glanced subconsciously in the direction of Hui Nuan Pavilion, then put his hands behind his back and lowered his head: "Ordinary people live for only a hundred years, how could they understand mutual affection? If that man is gone, she will naturally forget him in a year or two. Besides, Your Majesty is of heavenly appearance, what right does a mere mortal woman have to refuse or despise you?"
The man in black lowered his head and thought for a moment, then sighed softly: "It's a pity that although I am interested in her, she is not the one destined for me. Let her be free and not hinder her happiness for a hundred years."
This was the first time the masked man had sensed something called "kindness" in the Venerable One.
The Venerable One, who has always been able to give to all beings without ever considering anything in return, actually has a time when he lets go and allows others to be happy.
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