"Okay!" Shang Xiye swiftly rushed to his wife's side, embraced the little beauty tightly, and smiled charmingly: "My little wife, you can't go back on your word, and you can't deliberately push me away and avoid me like you have these past few days."
Ji Fengyao: "?!!"
Even though she had already achieved her goal, why did she feel like she had dug a hole and been buried alive?
Did she fall for this guy's tricks again?
Knowing that Shang Xiye would be setting off for the Northwest the next day, everyone in the Ninth Prince's mansion immediately sprang into action.
After receiving the news, Song Huiru paced nervously back and forth in her room.
The fact that Consort Xiao wanted to take over the affairs of the Ninth Prince's residence made her suspect that the history she knew might have been changed; however, the fact that the Ninth Prince was going to war the next day confirmed that the history in her memory had not changed.
She also wrote about this in her last letter to Shang Xiye.
If the Ninth Prince didn't believe her before, he should believe her now.
But why didn't he come to her place immediately after court, but instead went to Hui Nuan Pavilion as usual?
Could it be because he is about to set off for war tomorrow, and he has many things to explain to the bandit and needs the bandit's help to prepare, so he was delayed for a while?
I'm thinking about it.
Suddenly, the two maids, Chun Tao and Chun Xing, who were guarding the door, fell to the ground at the same time and were picked up by one hand and thrown on the ground.
Song Huiru turned around in surprise, her face contorted in shock, and she froze, stammering, "You, you, you are..."
"I've always forgotten to ask you, in your memory, how did I die in my previous life?" The newcomer's voice was gentle and pleasant, like the sound of a fine musical instrument.
Song Huiru shook her head almost blankly: "So you are the Third... Third Prince, how come you..."
"How would I know your secret?" Shang Beiyu tossed a fine white silk handkerchief without any markings over a stool at the table, sat down gracefully and calmly, and looked at Song Huiru with a half-smile, her alluring eyes slightly raised.
Song Huiru was captivated by his incredibly beautiful face and mesmerizing eyes, and nodded in ecstasy.
"You are not worthy to know."
Shang Beiyu said softly, even her hurtful words sounded so pleasant.
Surprisingly, Song Huiru wasn't angry at all.
I just felt that someone as good-looking as him had a charm even in his bad temper.
“In my past life, I was not fortunate enough to see Your Highness. If I could have seen Your Highness…” Song Huiru cautiously took two steps forward, her face flushed and her heart pounding, and said, “If I had been fortunate enough to see Your Highness even once in my past life, I would never have mistakenly trusted that vicious wolf, Shang Nanjue!”
Shang Beiyu's gaze towards Song Huiru turned extremely indifferent, revealing obvious impatience.
“Ah…” Song Huiru’s eyelids twitched, and she quickly got back to the point: “Your Highness… I remember that Your Highness was the only prince among all the princes who was able to survive and eventually left the capital to travel the world.”
Shang Beiyu raised an eyebrow that slanted towards his temple: "Alone?"
"Huh?" Song Huiru was slightly taken aback, then remembered that Shang Nanjue had said in her previous life that the Third Prince Shang Beiyu was gay. Instantly, all her admiration vanished, but she dared not show him the slightest contempt: "I don't know about that. When Your Highness left the capital, you should have... been alone."
"And what about her?" Shang Beiyu stared intently at Song Huiru, his gaze sharp: "You said that the entire Ninth Prince's mansion was wiped out. Who exactly killed Princess Chonghe?"
Song Huiru felt as if she were enveloped by a devastating pressure, rendering her unable to move and daring not to resist.
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