Ji Fengyao froze instantly, her eyes fixed on Shang Xiye, almost calling him by the wrong title: "Your Highness...you...have you remembered something?"
"Really? So we really knew each other in our past lives?" Shang Xiye's stunningly beautiful eyes gently enveloped her.
Ji Fengyao didn't see much familiarity in his eyes.
His question must have been deduced from subtle clues she hadn't tried to conceal.
What an extraordinary level of intelligence!
Ji Fengyao didn't want to hide it from him, nor did she need to. So, despite her trepidation, she nodded and said, "Yes, so, do you think I'm a monster?"
"How could this be?" Shang Xiye hugged her even tighter, his gentle voice softly floating in her ear: "No matter where you come from, no matter who you are or what your status is, you are the little wife I've chosen, and you will be for life."
Such a passionate and moving confession stirred Ji Fengyao's heart.
He shrieked with joy, making her hold him tightly, unwilling to let go.
A bittersweet mix of sweetness and uncertainty made her feel a little heartbroken, and a touch of inexplicable grievance: "If only you could say that again once your memory is back."
"I will, my little wife. No matter who I was or what my status was, I will always love you." Shang Xiye held the little bandit's fair and tender little face, wanting only to cherish her and hold her dear in his heart.
"I don't believe you. You haven't regained your memory, so nothing you say counts," the little bandit girl muttered stubbornly but soft-heartedly as she threw herself into the arms of a certain prince.
Yeah, all men are big pigs.
She would only believe her master if he said he liked her; her master never lied to her.
Holding the incredibly adorable little thing in his arms, Shang Xiye felt both heartbroken and helpless. It seemed he still had to work hard to recover his memories from his past life, otherwise this principled little thing would absolutely refuse to obey him.
"Then do you know how I can recover my memories of my past life as soon as possible?" Shang Xiye asked humbly and without shame.
"Strive to cultivate diligently," Ji Fengyao raised her little head from his arms and said sweetly, "When I can open the furnace to refine pills, I will refine pills to nourish your soul. As your soul gradually becomes stronger, you will remember more and more things."
"Cultivation? Alchemy?" Shang Xiye was somewhat surprised: "In our past lives we were..."
“Cultivators, well, mortals call us immortals,” Ji Fengyao looked at him and smiled mischievously.
Shang Xiye: "..."
Is this little guy getting more and more out of control? He's even making fun of him.
Seeing his expression that said, "I spoiled him, what can I do?", Ji Fengyao was in a great mood.
She absolutely adored his docile, puppy-like appearance, and immediately showered him with kisses.
I wouldn't dare to push her down yet, but I'd definitely dare to grope her!
At this moment, Shang Chuyue had already received a summons from Aunt Songshan and was on her way to Qiwu Palace after washing up.
Since Princess Shang Yuexi had her conversation last time, she has recently lost interest.
Not only did he stop causing trouble for Ji Fengyao, but he also stopped recklessly going looking for trouble with anyone as he had done before.
She knew in her heart that, as a princess of the royal family, it took great wisdom and ability to find someone she liked who also liked her, and to be able to stay in the capital smoothly, just like her elder sister.
If she continues to be as reckless and ignorant as before, no matter how much her father loves her, she will probably not escape the fate of being married off to a distant land for political reasons.
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