The more conspicuous a place in the palace, the harder it is to plant spies, especially around the emperor and his favorite concubines.
Each undercover agent requires years, even decades, of work to achieve complete concealment and flawlessness. Such individuals are like a lifeline, playing a decisive role in crucial moments!
But now the prince is going to use the secret agents around Consort Yin just because the princess is going to attend an ordinary birthday banquet. If this is exposed, there will be a thorough investigation in the palace, and many secret agents may be lost. That would be a huge loss.
"The purpose of planting hidden agents is to be on the safe side. If we don't use them now, when will we?" Shang Xiye's voice was deep and his attitude was resolute.
"Yes, I will inform Wu Zhong to make the arrangements immediately." Wu Ying had no choice but to obey.
He wondered to himself: The prince is truly unfathomable.
When it was his turn to send people to protect the princess, he didn't move an inch, causing his four secret guards a lot of worry. In the end, he even left such an unreliable guy as Black Owl by the princess's side.
When there's nothing going on, why is the prince resorting to using undercover agents to protect the princess?
Has the princess damaged the prince's brain?
Shang Xiye held the official gazette and glanced at it a few more times, still feeling somewhat uneasy.
The palace is different from the prince's residence. If those people insist on targeting the little female bandit, her tactics of maneuvering between the prince's and princesses in the prince's residence will probably not work. Moreover, the maidservant by Consort Yin's side has recently gained the emperor's favor and is hiding her pregnancy, waiting until she is fully pregnant before reporting it.
Consort Yin had no children of her own, so she valued this pregnancy very much.
The intricate and complex situation is something the young female bandit might not be able to handle.
After a moment of contemplation, Shang Xiye raised his voice again: "Wu Shang."
"Your subordinate is here," Wu Shang responded, emerging from the shadows.
Shang Xiye's lips moved slightly as he used a secret telepathic technique to speak in detail.
Wu Shang looked slightly surprised, bowed his head, clasped his hands in greeting, and left to accept the order.
The next morning.
Ji Fengyao woke up from her sleep and touched the pillow in her arms with her small hand, feeling its soft and smooth texture.
It's the same familiar feel, the same familiar method.
I suddenly opened my eyes, and holy crap!
How did she end up on Shang Xiye's bed again? She definitely went to the side room last night!
What illness does she have? Is this some kind of obsessive sleepwalking disorder?
So shocked that Ji Fengyao's arms went weak when she tried to get up that she couldn't manage to prop herself up on the blankets. Instead, she rubbed her face against his chest several times, as if she were deliberately taking advantage of him.
Turning her head again, she saw a certain prince staring at her with those all-seeing, seemingly resigned eyes.
"It seems that the Princess Consort also suffers from a preference for certain seating arrangements," Shang Xiye's voice was slightly hoarse, leaving much to the imagination.
I fucking swear...
Ji Fengyao's hand, which she had just propped up, slipped again, and her face bumped into someone's chest once more. This time, the angle was incredibly precise, and the corner of her lips was... well, let's just say it was a part that would get her locked up. Both of them blushed instantly.
Ji Fengyao jolted back as if electrocuted, her heart pounding like a drum. She pounded her chest and swore to the heavens, "Your Highness, do you believe me, your humble servant..."
"I believe," Shang Xiye stood up, his well-tailored upper body covered in crimson.
"Huh?" Ji Fengyao was dumbfounded: "Your Highness, I haven't even started explaining yet!"
"No need to explain. You explain it every day, and I'm tired of hearing it. Since you both have this problem of choosing where to sleep, let's leave it at that for now. You don't need to bother sleeping in the side room anymore." Shang Xiye lowered his eyelids, seemingly calmly finding and putting on his clothes.
What's there to explain? He brought the person back himself; how could he not believe it?
"Hey, no..."
Ji Fengyao was completely bewildered. This person wasn't angry at all. Had the sun changed its course, or was it raining blood outside?
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