Ever since Jing Rong entered the palace, Ji Yunshu had been waiting outside the residence. Time passed slowly, but Jing Rong had yet to return. Soon, it was dusk.
Ji Yunshu grew increasingly anxious and her complexion turned ugly.
Lang Po said, "Miss Ji, don't worry. His Highness will be fine."
"I'm not worried about him."
"Then why?"
"…" She couldn't explain it, but she was anxious.
She took a few steps outside and looked into the distance. Jing Rong's carriage was still nowhere to be seen.
She couldn't help but clench her fists.
Her heartbeat quickened.
At this moment, a shadow descended from the roof beam and stood on top of Ji Yunshu.
"Miss Ji," Shi Ziran called out.
Ji Yunshu turned to look at him. "How is it?"
Shi Ziran was sweating profusely as he panted. "Miss Ji, don't worry. His Highness has already left the palace."
"Has he already left the palace? Then why isn't he back yet? "She looked again.
"His Highness, he …"
"He what? Hurry up and tell me. "
"His Highness went somewhere else."
Huh?
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. "Somewhere else? What do you mean? "
Two incense sticks later.
Shi Ziran brought Ji Yunshu to an empty mansion.
Indeed, Jing Rong's carriage was parked at the entrance.
The door to the mansion had already been pushed open.
Jing Rong must be inside!
But, what was he doing here?
Who did this mansion belong to?
Ji Yunshu alighted from the sedan chair and looked at the magnificent mansion in front of her. However, because it had been empty for so long, the entire mansion seemed cold and lifeless. Even the two lion statues outside the door were covered in dust.
Even when looking from the outside, one could clearly see the weeds in the courtyard.
It was almost knee-deep!
On the big red door, there was an old plaque with the words "Chengde Tianjian" hanging on it!
It was covered in cobwebs.
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. "This is …"
Shi Ziran explained, "This used to be the Eighth Prince's mansion. After the late Emperor ascended to the throne, the mansion was not taken back to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It has been preserved ever since, but the plaque was taken down. The late Emperor personally wrote the words' Chengde Tianjian 'and hung it there."
Chengde Tianjian!
She nodded to show that she understood.
Why did Jing Rong come to the Eighth Prince's residence?
She didn't think any further and stepped in.
From the outside, he already felt that this place was very cold and desolate. Now that he was inside, it seemed even more dilapidated.
After being abandoned for dozens of years, it was naturally a mess.
They didn't even have a place to step on.
At this time —
Jing Rong stood in the long corridor of the backyard with his hands hanging by his sides. His eyes were filled with nostalgia as he stared at the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.
Memories began to slowly linger in his mind …
"Imperial Brother's chess skills have improved a lot." The Imperial Duke (Jing Li) praised.
At that time, Qi Zhen Emperor, who was still just the Eighth Prince, laughed. He rolled up his wide sleeves and placed the black pieces on his fingertips onto the chessboard. He said, "How can I compare to you? I'm always behind by one and a half pieces."
"You've won a few times."
"That's because you let me," Qi Zhen Emperor said.
The Imperial Duke placed a white chess piece on the board. "This game of chess requires one's concentration and concentration. If one's concentration is not there, one will naturally lose."
"You're right."
The two of them laughed.
They continued to play chess!
They continued to discuss knowledge!
It was very harmonious!
The memories slowly dissipated.
Jing Rong's lips gradually curved into a smile, but it slowly disappeared when he saw the scene in front of him.
Ji Yunshu happened to see him.
She walked to his side and followed his gaze to the courtyard. Because no one had cleaned the courtyard all year round, it was already overgrown with weeds. It was a mess, and the stone table was a little cracked. The stone bench was even more crooked, mixed with mud. It was a complete mess.
At this moment, the gloomy sky started to rain again.
The drizzle slanted and the cold wind swept through.
Occasionally, a few raindrops drifted in and landed on people's faces and hair …
It was freezing cold!
Ji Yunshu stood beside him and asked, "Why did you suddenly come here?"
Jing Rong was silent for a while before replying, "I don't know."
He really didn't know why he came here.
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything. Jing Rong said, "It's said that history repeats itself. I never believed it. But when I thought of Imperial Father and the Imperial Duke, I thought of the days in the Eighth Prince's mansion. There was no scheming, no struggle for power, and the mansion was filled with laughter every day. But now, aren't Wei Yi and I equal?
The late Emperor and the Imperial Duke? History … really will repeat itself. "
Ji Yunshu looked at him with a pained expression. "What's your decision?"
He shook his head and turned to look at Ji Yunshu seriously. He then took out the posthumous edict from his sleeve and handed it to her.
"Jing Rong?"
"I already promised Wei Yi that I will personally lead the troops to Houliao. I feel more at ease than anyone else having this edict in your hands."
Her hands trembled as she held the edict. Tears immediately flowed out. "I'll go with you."
"No, you have to stay in the capital."
"No!"
"Be obedient."
"I …"
"Do you know who is going with me?"
"Who?"
"Ji Huan!"
'Huh!'
Ji Yunshu was astonished. "Wei Yi arranged it?"
"That's right!" Jing Rong said. "If it wasn't for me, Jing Yi wouldn't have been defeated, Ji Li wouldn't have died, and the Ji family wouldn't have fallen to this state. In Ji Huan's eyes, I am his enemy. I don't know what will happen on the way to Houliao, so you can't go."
"I don't care!" She immediately threw herself into his arms. "I said that no matter where you go, I will follow you. I won't leave you, and I can't leave you."
She was very serious.
Jing Rong hugged her tightly.
… …
A few days later.
Jing Rong left the capital with his troops and met up with Ji Huan's troops outside the city. Then, they went to the border of Houliao.
Ji Yunshu also went with them.
In the palace, when Wei Yi heard that Ji Yunshu was going with him, he was so angry that he smashed the teacup in his hand on the floor.
Broken pieces of porcelain flew everywhere!
One of them landed beside a pair of clean women's shoes.
Ji Wanxin smirked. She bent down to pick up the broken piece and walked towards Wei Yi. "Don't worry. She will come back."
Wei Yi glared at her. "We already said that you are not allowed to come in."
"Of course I know that, but we are in the same boat now. Neither of us can leave the other!"
"In your dreams!" Wei Yi's face was filled with evil. "We are not the same kind of person."
"Then, is Your Majesty that kind of person?"
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