Seeing that Ji Fengyao had gone over, Wu Shang could only follow immediately to ensure her safety.
Ji Fengyao landed on the roof of the palace and gently brushed away the thick snow on the two gilded tiles, making a small gap.
Her gaze had barely dipped down when her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her pink fists, resting on her knees, clenched tightly.
Wu Shang peeked out and immediately frowned.
In the dimly lit hall, two women, dressed only in veils and with disheveled hair, were pinned to the cold ground by Shang Xiche. He twisted and pinched them haphazardly with his hands, which were honed by martial arts training. Their bodies were covered in bruises, a truly pitiful sight.
Shang Xiche was the emperor, and the women dared not resist him at all; if they accidentally groaned in pain, they would be punished even more severely, or even executed.
Ji Fengyao never expected that the drug she gave Shang Xiche would turn him into an even more terrifying monster!
This person's psychological distortion has reached an appalling level!
Ji Fengyao's clear phoenix eyes burned with rage. She took out a small packet of powder from her storage space and gently sprinkled it through the gaps in the tiles. The three people in the hall quickly became confused and wandered around like mindless zombies.
"Your Highness, please let me go," Wu Shang said, stopping Ji Fengyao as she prepared to leave.
"The women in the palace are all disheveled; it's not appropriate for you to go," Ji Fengyao said telepathically, stopping him with a look.
Wu Shang thought about it and agreed, so he stopped and said, "Your Highness, please be careful."
Ji Fengyao nodded slightly. When she came here before, she had scattered strong sleeping powder all the way.
Judging by the time, those guards crouching in the shadows should have been completely captivated by now.
She lightly and nimbly leaped off the eaves, opened the back window, and with a practiced, light jump, vaulted inside.
"Quickly, catch the assassin..." At this moment, a woman's extremely weak voice, like the meow of a newborn kitten, suddenly came from the thick curtains of the dragon bed.
Ji Fengyao was surprised to find someone on the bed. She went over and lifted the curtain to take a look, and found that it was Consort Yin, who was tied up tightly.
Although Consort Yin's condition wasn't as horribly mutilated as the two women on the ground, it was still clear that she had suffered a great deal.
"Beast!" Ji Fengyao couldn't help but curse under her breath, reaching out to untie the white silk binding Consort Yin's body: "Your Highness, don't be afraid, I'm not here to harm anyone, I just couldn't stand by and watch."
Upon hearing this, Consort Yin indeed stopped shouting, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam: "Your Majesty, since Your Majesty returned from Tongyou, you have become more and more... In recent days, no less than a dozen palace maids and concubines have been tortured to death by him. I never expected that he would be so cruel to me today."
Ji Fengyao looked at the naturally charming Consort Yin and sighed inwardly.
No matter how respected she was as a concubine, she was still a lamb to be slaughtered in the face of the powerful imperial authority and feudal ethics.
Moreover, given the extent of Shang Xiche's current psychological distortion, the more beautiful the woman beside him, the more she will suffer.
Ji Fengyao took out two medicine bottles from her bosom (the Nashi space) and fed one of them, a self-prepared spiritual medicine, to Consort Yin.
She placed another medicine bottle in Consort Yin's hand: "This contains hallucinogenic drugs. If he causes trouble for Your Highness again, Your Highness should find a way to feed him one."
Consort Yin did not know what Ji Fengyao had given her to drink, but she was too weak to resist.
She smelled the medicinal liquid and found it to be fragrant and sweet, so she didn't refuse.
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