035 is for the king to try poison

  Try... poison, on her?

  Jiu Yin was a bit afraid, that night he almost got poisoned to death, that poisonous tea, if the person who drank it was himself, he would have definitely died.

  "Your Highness, that... can we use a silver needle?" She asked softly with a faint smile.

  "What's with you?" Feng Chenye raised an eyebrow, nonchalant.

  She clenched her fists, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed: "No."

  But she still didn't want to die: "I'll go ask Qing Yi for one back, okay?"

  "The green-clad man was patrolling outside." He looked at the food in front of him, and a hint of impatience began to appear on his face.

  Jiuyin's heart was trembling with fear, knowing he had been waiting impatiently, but she really feared death.

  Wei's small hand stretched out, grasped a pair of chopsticks beside her, and picked up a small piece of green vegetables from one of the plates. She looked at Feng Chenye, who was leaning back in his chair, watching her with a lazy expression. She pursed her lips, steeled herself, and finally brought the food to her mouth.

  Chew slowly and swallow slowly, without seeing any unusual reaction in the body, then reach out to pick up another dish from another plate.

  After trying all the dishes, I felt like I had just walked through the gates of hell, with my whole body drenched in sweat and my clothes soaked.

  It wasn't easy to finish tasting all the dishes and barely survive, but she finally looked at Feng Chen Ye and said softly: "You can have your meal now, Your Highness."

  Feng Chenye took over the chopsticks and started eating dinner with a pleasant expression.

  Seeing him eat comfortably, Jiuyin's heart finally calmed down, and she secretly planned that when she returned, she would definitely get her a few silver needles, or at the very least, something made of pure silver.

  Every time she uses herself as a guinea pig, her little life may be KO'd at any moment.

  After serving Feng Chenye for dinner, the servants happened to bring over the hot water for bathing.

  Waiting on him to bathe was another frightening task, previously she would never have thought that one day she would be washing a man's bath, and it was really a stunningly displayed physique with not a single piece of cloth covering his body.

  The whole process was smooth, and Feng Chen didn't feel the slightest bit of shyness even when he was exposed to everyone's gaze. On the other hand, Jiu Yin had been blushing all along, especially when washing him, his face almost bursting with blood.

  Waiting for him to step out of the bathtub, and after putting on his pajamas under her service, Jiuyin originally thought about leaving, but didn't expect that his waist suddenly tightened, and he was lifted up by Feng Chenye with ease.

  "Dirty thing, go wash it clean and come back to serve."

  As his words faded away, a "plop" sound was heard, and Jiu Yin's small body had already been tossed into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

  She floated out from inside, coughing violently while watching him walk away, feeling so angry that she wished she could tear him in half.

  However, Feng Chenye had already left the screen and returned to the house, ignoring her completely.

  She gathered her spirits and began to wash herself seriously, but what worried her was that this was Feng Chenye's room, and she didn't even have half a set of clothes. What would she wear out after taking a bath?

  If she got drenched from head to toe and made a dripping sound everywhere, she had absolute reason to believe that Feng Chen Ye would definitely kill her.

  What's wrong?

  No matter how long she stayed in the bathtub, until she washed herself from head to toe clean, Jiuyin still couldn't think of a solution.

  Outside was quiet, and occasionally you could still hear Feng Chenye turning the pages of his book. It sounded like he was really reading seriously, rather than intentionally making things difficult for her.

  But Jiuyin was a bit worried, if she went out like this and stained the floor outside, she feared that Feng Chenye would vent his anger on her.

  This Prince Yi's temper is unpredictable, one moment he seems gentle, the next, who knows if he will suddenly fly into a rage?

  Just as she was lost in thought, several chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside, the footsteps stopped at the door, and a low voice in Qingyi said:

  "Your Highness, Liu Ke has arrived and requests an audience."

  Feng Chen's finger paused at night, as if hesitating whether or not to see them.

  Jiuyin's heart was indeed a little nervous, if they came in, then Qingyi would definitely come in too. She didn't even have a single piece of clothing on her after bathing in Fengchen's room, how could she face them later?

  She really hoped that Feng Chen Ye could be cooler and say "goodbye", but things went against her wishes.

  Feng Chen remained silent for a moment before suddenly saying calmly: "Come in."

  The door was pushed open and those footsteps came in from outside.

  Her eyes frantically scanned every inch of her surroundings, and suddenly she saw the man's robe hanging on the screen. Without thinking, she hastily came out from inside and walked towards the screen...

  Qing Yi and Liu Ke, Liu Yin came in and noticed the movement behind the screen. Liu Ke and Liu Yin exchanged a glance, but didn't know who was hiding in the prince's room. However, looking at the prince's expression, he seemed to be not displeased at all.

  Qing Yi closed the door and led Lu Ke to the side of the desk, keeping a certain distance from it, so that Feng Chen Ye could talk to them without having to lift his head, just by raising his eyelids.

  "Your Majesty, Concubine Rong has a message to convey."

  Feng Chenye leaned back in his chair, looking up at the two people standing in front of the desk.

  Lü Ke hurriedly leaned forward, wanting to relay Rong Gui Fei's words, but hesitated because there were other unrelated people in the room.

  Especially when they saw Jiuyin wearing Fengchenye's robes, carefully stepping out from inside with a pile of dirty clothes in her arms, Liuxiao's delicate and beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed across the bottom of her eyes.

  This woman had already seen her in the carriage team at noon, and later learned that she was a female slave who was captured with the god of war.

  It's said that King Yi treated the War God with great courtesy, and they all knew that someone like the War God, even if he became a prisoner in the Yi Wang Fu, would still be the highest-ranking prisoner. But this female slave was of the lowest status.

  They had always looked down on people of low status, especially after seeing Jiuyin's appearance, and when they saw her face that was still exquisite and unparalleled without makeup, the two of them felt not only disdain but also a few more parts of jealousy.

  In Fengmeng, there are the most beautiful and exquisite women under the sky. The entire imperial city, even the entire Western Chu, all the beautiful and stunning ones can't help but want to join Fengmeng. Every year when Fengmeng recruits new members, those people would even risk their lives to get in.

  The two of them were not highly ranked in Fengmeng, but their beauty was among the best in the entire imperial city. However, when they stood before this female slave, even those with high self-esteem like them couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

  The most exquisite and perfect attire in the world can't compare to her natural beauty, especially now that she's wearing Wind Xuan Ye's robes. The entire robe hangs loosely on her body, even though she's tried her best to tie up the hem at her waist, making her look quite clumsy. Yet, amidst this clumsiness, there's still a hint of breathtaking beauty that makes me want to gaze at her forever.

  Such beauty is probably unmatched even if one were to search throughout their entire Fengmeng.

  How can it be that a mere female slave is so beautiful, and yet they are not jealous?

  When Jiuyin appeared, not only did Lü Ke and Lü Wei notice, but even Feng Chenye and Qingyi's line of sight fell on her unintentionally.

  Just looking at it like this, his gaze couldn't move away again.

  After taking a bath, she looked refreshed and clean, with a rosy complexion, red lips and white teeth, her facial features were so delicate that it made people want to hold her in their hands and protect her.

  That bunch of black hair was casually scattered, and there were no beautiful ornaments on her head, not even a single jade hairpin. There was only a piece of hemp cloth that tied up the black hair, and the untied parts fell down along with her beautiful figure, making her whole person's elegant curves more charming.

  Feng Chen didn't expect that his own clothes would look so charming on her, and if he were to tear open the robe... He believed that the body under the robe was absolutely not wearing any clothes, absolutely refreshing and pleasant.

  When he threw her in just now, it wasn't that he intentionally made things difficult for her; he himself hadn't thought of the fact that she didn't have any clothes at his place. Now that he saw her, only then did he realize that he had indeed been careless.

  However, when he looked up, he saw that Qing Yi had been staring at Jiu Yin all along, without even blinking.

  Feng Chen's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he spoke in a low voice, "Do you like her? If not, I'll give her to you tonight."

  He spoke while Jiuyin was staring at him, clearly aware that Qingyi was watching himself, yet he said such words to Qingyi, causing her heart to flutter and the dirty clothes in her hands to suddenly drop.

  The woman in green was so frightened that she hastily lowered her head and retreated to one side, not daring to breathe a word. She herself was also scared, her heart trembling with fear, as she quickly lifted up her skirt and rushed to his side, squatting down beside him, embracing his legs, and pleading: "Your Highness, I was wrong, I will never dare again."

  The man's heart was crystal clear to her. At this time, if she didn't humble herself and beg him, he might get angry and really abandon her to the green-robed woman.

  As expected, seeing her show submissiveness and dependence on herself, the cold air at the bottom of Feng Chenye's eyes finally dissipated a bit. His large palm naturally fell down, gently rubbing her head, his lowered eyelids staring at her flustered face, his thin lips slightly raised, smiling slyly: "As long as you behave, I'll keep you by my side."

  "I'll be good, I'll definitely be good!" Jiuyin hugged his leg again and looked up at him with a 45-degree angle: "I only serve you, Wangye, don't abandon me to others, please."

  This gentle appearance, like a small dog, thoroughly delighted Feng Chenye's proud and arrogant heart.

  He rubbed her hair again, and what appeared at the bottom of his eyes was a rare gentleness: "Get up, grind ink for Ben Wang."

  "Yes, Your Highness."

  Jiuyin stood up, adjusted his clothes, and stood beside him. He picked up an inkstone he had once seen in the museum and slowly began to grind it.

  She actually didn't understand, but had seen on TV the posture of women grinding ink for men, so she also learned to lightly grind in that way.

  It was probably her gentleness that thoroughly satisfied Feng Chenye's masculine heart, and he didn't make things difficult for her again.