"Your Majesty and Your Highness, we greet you," Consort Jia and Consort Jin said as they came forward to pay their respects.
"Hmm," Shang Xiye responded lightly, neither warm nor cold.
Just as Wu Ying was about to push Shang Xiye away, Consort Jia suddenly stepped forward and gracefully bowed to Ji Fengyao again, saying ingratiatingly, "A few days ago, I had a slight disagreement with Your Highness. After reflecting on these past few days, I have finally realized my mistake. I apologize to Your Highness and hope that Your Highness will be magnanimous and forgive me this time."
Ah, this is a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.
Ji Fengyao impatiently lifted her hem and said indifferently, "Since Consort Jia thinks that a torn face can be mended, then do your best to mend it. However, with me here now, I'm afraid the sign at the entrance of Hui Nuan Pavilion won't be taken down anytime soon."
Upon hearing her mention the sign that read "Consort Jia and dogs are not allowed to enter," Consort Jia felt a surge of anger and swallowed another mouthful of blood.
But in front of Shang Xiye, she dared not show any of her emotions, and said coyly, "Now that everyone is outside, we can't reach the things in the manor. As long as the princess is willing to forgive me, it's not too late to remove that plaque when we return to the manor later."
"Is there anything else?" Shang Xiye suddenly interrupted coldly.
He had finally managed to get his wife out to settle a small score, and was planning to go back and ask her to tell him the story a few more times. But this clueless woman came over at this moment. What was she really up to, pretending to be something she didn't?
"Your Highness, I have heard that there is a very lively town nearby. I just discussed it with Consort Jin and we would like to invite Your Highness to go for a stroll. This would be a good opportunity to reconcile with Your Highness and resolve any misunderstandings," Consort Jia said in an exceptionally gentle and kind manner.
Upon hearing her words, Shang Xiye's expression grew even more sinister.
Ji Fengyao, however, became quite interested. These past few days, Shang Xiye had been keeping her in her room telling stories every day, and her lips were practically worn thin from talking. This little fuss that Consort Jia had offered herself up was just what she wanted.
Even if a slap doesn't kill you, it's good for relieving boredom.
However, when going out with Consort Jia, who is like a venomous snake, it's not enough to just bring the magpie; you have to bring Shang Xiye, the guardian spirit, along for safety.
"Shopping? Perfect timing! I haven't gone shopping in ages, I'm so bored!" Ji Fengyao stretched out her little hand, grabbed Wuying's sleeve and dragged him off the boat again: "Brother Wuying, come on, let's go ashore and take the prince for a stroll."
Wuying: "!" Who are you running off to?!
My God, Your Highness, please don't harm me! I'm not married yet and have no children!
Shang Xiye: "Your Highness!"
"Uh, no, Your Highness, what I meant was, let's go ashore and take a stroll together." Ji Fengyao's insincere explanation was not finished when she noticed that the prince's eyes were fixed on her small hand that was tightly gripping the sleeve of Wuying's robe. She quickly let go of her hand, pulled it back, and wiped it on her clothes as if she were wiping off dust.
Fine, you ancient people have such perverse rules about the separation of men and women, you can't even tug at a sleeve!
Seeing Ji Fengyao so brazenly in front of Shang Xiye, while Shang Xiye only cared that she had tugged at another man's sleeve, clearly showing that her heart was already set on that bandit, Consort Jia felt a pang of jealousy welling up inside her. Before she could even glare at him with hatred, she received a sudden glare from Shang Xiye.
The one pulling on Wuying's sleeve is that bandit. Your Highness, why are you glaring at me like that?
Consort Jia was on the verge of going crazy, but in order to create an opportunity for the assassins from the East Dragon Gate to carry out the assassination, she had no choice but to endure it.
We're already close to the Netherworld, so the assassins from the Eastern Dragon Gate must have already arrived.
Seeing that Shang Xiye had only brought Wuying with him, Consort Jia was secretly pleased: when things got chaotic, Wuying would definitely prioritize protecting the Ninth Prince. With that coarse, lowly maid Xique's rudimentary skills, she couldn't possibly stop Longdongmen's top assassin!
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