Xiao Ji continued, "We could use the saintess to exchange for Xiao En and Xiao Ze, but there’s a risk. If the Dongyi King refuses, and the army breaks through, we’ll all die here."
With Long Yi’s martial arts skills, he could definitely break through alone, but it would be difficult if he had to bring others along.
Princess Xinyang frowned, "This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either..."
"There’s a third way," Xiao Ji mentioned, pausing again, this time for quite a long moment. "The grand wedding continues, the Dongyi King will attend the saintess’s wedding, and Long Yi will take the opportunity to get the Dongyi King."
Princess Xinyang was indeed very emotional.
She directly turned around, propping herself up with her finger to look at him: "You really want to have a grand wedding with the saintess?"
Thinking of the scene of him bowing with another woman, she felt awful all over!
"Moreover... Moreover, she won’t cooperate!" she puffed angrily.
Xiao Ji said, "Ah, you have a point, she indeed wouldn’t cooperate obediently. Unless... we give her this drug too, making her..."
"You’re dreaming!" Princess Xinyang icily rejected the suggestion.
Xiao Ji sighed helplessly, "But aside from the grand wedding, there’s no better way to lure the Dongyi King over."
Princess Xinyang turned away, sleeping on the outer side, both to take care of Xiao Ji at night and to prevent him from going to find Long Yi in the middle of the night.
She was facing the table in the inner hall, and on it was the saintess’s wedding dress.
Somehow, she thought of that reluctant wedding from many years ago.
She too once wore a wedding dress, but with the mission to monitor him and be ready to kill him at any time.
She still remembered, when descending from the bridal sedan, the red silk arrived a step late, and he offered his hand to her.
She didn’t take it, waiting until the servant brought the red silk.
Afterwards, Yujin told her that her etiquette at the ceremony was quite inadequate, whereas Xiao Ji was very sincere throughout, bowing much deeper with each kowtow than her.
The guests laughed that he would be henpecked in the future.
The young Xiao Ji just smiled, not annoyed.
Xiao Ji chuckled, "Qin Fengwan, though I’m injured, I can still untie a mere piece of silk."
Princess Xinyang thought for a moment and tied his other hand too, binding it to the bedpost.
Xiao Ji: "..."
Xiao Ji looked up at the sky, "Long Yi... Long Yi..."
Princess Xinyang couldn’t bear it anymore and said, "Shut up!"
"I can’t shut up. My mind’s full of Long Yi," Xiao Ji said righteously, "The drug’s effect."
Princess Xinyang’s small fists clenched, cracking.
Xiao Ji provocatively continued, "If you don’t want me to keep mentioning Long Yi, you could divert my attention."
"How to divert it?" Princess Xinyang asked.
Xiao Ji shamelessly said, "You, give me a kiss."

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