"Then you, take your men and immediately return to Gao Qiu. You shall never set foot on the land of my Great Zhao again. Otherwise, Gao Qiu will be destroyed within two months. I mean what I say!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the snow fell even harder.
The person who was sharp and aggressive just a moment ago turned around and became gentle and warm as a spring breeze: "Your Highness, the snow is falling harder and harder. It's quite cold sitting here. Since you've already made your money, why don't we go back to the manor?"
"Okay," the charming young female bandit said, holding onto the Ninth Prince's hand and nestling obediently beside him, her smile bright and radiant.
Everyone watched silently as the beautiful couple departed amidst the swirling snow, no one thinking of speaking up to stop them, nor daring to.
The venue was packed, yet completely silent, as if it were an empty city.
After Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao left.
Completely humiliated, Shang Xiche kicked over the imperial desk and stormed off in a huff, not even sparing the Empress.
The Queen's hands, resting on her lap under the table, clenched tightly.
Jiang Zhenning, who had been watching the emperor's retreating figure with a hint of resentment in his eyes, stepped forward before Aunt Songshan and extended his right arm toward the empress.
The Empress's chest heaved noticeably, her gaze turning icy and dark. She placed her hand on Jiang Zhenning's wrist as she rose, turned calmly to face Feng Zhengchang, the Minister of Rites, and instructed him in a low voice: "You will personally escort the Second Prince back to the post station. Summon the best imperial physicians to treat the Second Prince. Make sure everything is done thoroughly and properly, and do not neglect it."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Feng Zhengchang bowed respectfully and accepted the order, though he was inwardly very bitter.
Matsushita Kudai has lost face in front of everyone and owes the Ninth Prince so much money;
It's obvious to anyone that he's been in a bad mood for the past year.
This was the first time Feng Zhengchang felt that he should put in some effort to change positions again. He felt that the position of Minister of Rites was not very favorable for him, and he had to be careful and lose money.
On the way back to the manor, Ji Fengyao could clearly sense that Shang Xiye was in a bad mood.
Wu Ying also sensed it and advised from the side of the carriage, "Your Highness, today's events were definitely caused by the Emperor going too far. If the late Emperor were alive, he would not blame you, but he would blame the Emperor."
"I do not regret offending Your Majesty," Shang Xiye said, his eyelids drooping. "I just feel a little weak."
He was tired and weary.
Seeing him so aggrieved and dejected, Ji Fengyao felt a pang of heartache.
In his past life, his master was such a free and unrestrained person, but in this life, for a completely unfair and worthless promise, he has suffered all kinds of grievances and still protects those two ungrateful bastards.
Those two are lucky to have met such a fool as her master, who keeps his promises and is loyal and filial.
If it were anyone else, they would have rebelled eight hundred times over by now!
They still get to stay in high positions, standing there talking without any sense of responsibility, bossing people around and causing trouble.
Ji Fengyao gritted her teeth inwardly.
My master hasn't regained her memories yet, and she still cherishes the blood ties and kinship of the mortal world, upholding loyalty and filial piety. She's not someone to be trifled with!
Those two short-sighted fools dared to upset her master, so they'd have to play along!
Late at night, Ji Fengyao used a sleeping pill on Shang Xiye for the first time.
She came out dressed in black night clothes, and Wuhen and Wushang had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Your Highness, do we really have to do this?" This was the first time Wuhen had done something behind the prince's back, and she felt somewhat guilty.
The same black-clad woman, Xi Que, instantly became enraged, pointing the whip tip at Wu Hen's nose: "Are you trying to be a traitor, trying to desert your post? Believe me, I'll sell you off tomorrow with your body."
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