Consort Jia was even angrier upon hearing this, but she could not say anything and spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Hurry up and help your master back!" Shang Xiye said to Qing Sang and Ting Lan.
His deep voice was clearly full of disdain and anger, as if echoing Ji Fengyao's earlier comment about dirtying the floor.
He gave the order, and Qing Sang and Ting Lan dared not disobey, so they had no choice but to help Consort Jia away.
The three of them, master and servants, had just turned around.
Ji Fengyao's affected voice came from behind: "Your Highness, please don't! Consort Jia is vomiting blood! You... um!"
Shang Xiye was aroused by the little bandit's soft, cat-like voice. His eyes darkened, and he picked her up and kissed her sweet lips quickly and passionately.
Consort Jia tried to hold back, but couldn't help turning around to take another look.
In the dim morning light, the disheveled Ninth Prince embraced the petite bandit, bowing his head to kiss her.
The bandit struggled weakly, feigning resistance, but was restrained by the Ninth Prince's long, strong hands and unable to move.
Ji Fengyao: Playing hard to get, my foot! I'm really struggling!
But when she glanced at Consort Jia's extremely resentful and vicious gaze, she immediately grabbed Shang Xiye's arm with her soft little hand and offered herself up to her.
After falling out with Consort Jia that day, she seized the opportunity to poison Consort Jia with a hundred-day coughing blood powder, of course, she had to make the most of it and make her cough up blood several times.
Infuriating people to death is what Master and she love most!
Seeing this, Consort Jia was indeed overwhelmed and coughed up another mouthful of blood, collapsing into the arms of the two maids and fainting.
Noticing that the little bandit was distracted by looking at Consort Jia, Shang Xiye reached out and cupped her face, blocking her view.
Ji Fengyao's gaze was forced to turn away, landing on Shang Xiye's face, which was inches away from hers.
The mask he wore accentuated his exceptionally beautiful eyes and brows.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, he slightly opened his eyes, which had been lightly closed, revealing a vast starry sky before her.
Ji Fengyao felt her heartbeat gradually getting out of control.
Although I knew it was all acting, my master was just too handsome, and such close contact was just too alluring.
No, how could she have such filthy thoughts about her master's appearance? Stop it right now!
Ji Fengyao forced herself to regain some clarity from her chaotic thoughts. Almost reflexively, she rolled out of Shang Xiye's embrace, braced herself on one hand and one foot, and then nimbly flipped over and leaped far away from his control.
When the soft warmth in his arms suddenly vanished, Shang Xiye, consumed by desire, hesitated for a second before reaching out to grab the person, but failed.
His gaze sharpened involuntarily.
When did the little bandit girl regain some martial arts skills, and she seems to be quite good at them?
"Your Highness, Consort Jia has left, we don't need to act anymore," Ji Fengyao said awkwardly, wiping her mouth with a flushed face.
Shang Xiye: "..."
I really want to grab this slow-witted little bandit and spank her. She's already so intimate with him, and she still calls this acting?
Although he didn't mind, her dangerous thinking definitely needed to be corrected.
"My princess and I are husband and wife, married through proper channels. You must not treat others like this," Shang Xiye said earnestly and solemnly after sitting upright for a moment.
It's astonishing that he could speak so seriously despite his disheveled appearance.
Ji Fengyao seemed to see the shadow of her devilish master in him again. Her devilish master often spoke seriously in a nonchalant way while teaching her.
She sometimes wondered how her unreliable mentor hadn't turned her into a crooked tree.
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