Blood is not thick.
Ji Shuhan didn't give up.
"Your Highness, I beg you, for the sake of this lowly official's many years as an official, please forgive me."
"Ji Shuhan, oh Ji Shuhan, this Prince has really underestimated you. You even dare to say such words. It seems that your Ji Mansion's conduct needs to be fixed by this Prince."
Finished speaking, he turned to his subordinates. "Hurry up and bring him to the yamen."
The guards dragged the struggling Ji Yuanzhi to the yamen, braving the fine rain.
At this moment, the Ji Mansion was in chaos.
Those who cried cried cried!
Those who knelt!
Those who were shocked!
Ji Shuhan pounded the ground in anger.
He was angry that he gave birth to such a son, and angry that his Highness was merciless! His daughter was heartless!
Finally, Ji Muqing couldn't bear it anymore. She stubbornly sniffled and raised her chin.
She choked with sobs as she stared at Ji Yunshu. "Luan 'er was only a lowly servant. If she died, then so be it. She sold herself to our Ji Mansion. Whether she lives or dies is up to us. Although Third Brother is immature, he didn't kill her with his own hands. She hanged herself. It has nothing to do with anyone else."
There was a type of person who looked for trouble. They wanted to make themselves known, and they thought that their performance was good.
However, everyone hated this type of person.
And this person was Ji Muqing.
At this moment, she was like a jumping clown. If she didn't jump out, it would be hard to endure.
His words were met with a contemptuous glare from Ji Yunshu.
She said, "Could it be that killing someone with your own hands with a knife is considered a life?"
"But he did it for you. If he didn't do it, you would still be a murderer right now."
"He didn't do it for me. He did it for you, for the Ji Family's reputation, and for you to safely become the Crown Princess."
"…"
Ji Muqing was speechless.
Then, Ji Wanxin gently tugged at Ji Yunshu's arm, and a few words escaped her lips.
"Big Sister, this matter was indeed Third Brother's fault."
"… You!"
Ji Muqing was furious. She leaned to the side and raised her hand, ready to hit Ji Wanxin.
Just as she raised her hand, Jing Rong grabbed her and forcefully flung her away. She fell on the pear blossom chair behind her.
"Big sister."
Ji Wanxin's face was full of worry. She stepped forward to show her concern, but just as her hand touched Ji Muqing's sleeve, she waved it away and scolded, "Go away."
Perhaps it was because her body was already weak, but when he waved his hand, Ji Wanxin retreated. Her legs gave way and she fell into Jing Rong's chest.
Protected by him!
She raised her head and met Jing Rong's icy gaze.
She bit her lip and blushed.
When the pair of large hands behind her slowly pushed her away, she tactfully bounced back and lowered her eyebrows.
Silence!
No one seemed to care about this little interlude.
After Ji Yuanzhi was sent to the yamen, the flame in Ji Yunshu's heart was finally ignited.
To his heart's content.
Luan 'er, I will seek justice for you.
His grandmother was pounding her chest and crying.
"Yuanzhi is your Third Brother! How could you be so heartless?" he yelled at Ji Yunshu.
Do I have the heart?
How could she be heartless?
Five years ago, I starved to death in the West Courtyard. No one cared or knew about it. When I woke up, only Luan 'er was by my side. She was only eleven years old at that time. It was the twelfth lunar month of the year, and she only wore a thin layer of clothing. She gave me everything she needed to keep warm. All these years, only Luan' er and I depended on each other. I have long regarded her as my younger sister. But you, who share the same blood as me, treated me as a bastard and left me to fend for myself. Is this your familial love? It's as cruel as the eighth day of the lunar calendar! "
Every word she said was deeply embedded in the Ji family's chest.
Jing Rong's heart ached even more.
He didn't know that Ji Yunshu's life was so difficult.
Ji Shuhan shook his head helplessly. "So, you always have hatred in your heart."
"Yes, I remember everything you did to me."
She didn't need to hide it.
Ji Yunshu looked at her father. Her brows suddenly became as sharp as a knife.
She asked him, "That year, you whipped Ji Pei thirty times. Do you still remember what he said when he was lying in a pool of blood?"
Ji Shuhan's entire body froze, and when he said this, everyone else also froze.
That name had never been mentioned in front of anyone in the past two years.
They couldn't mention it. They didn't dare to mention it!
"Shut up! You're not allowed to say it! "Ji Shuhan reprimanded.
Ji Yunshu slowly spat out a few words. "He said, 'Blood is not thick. Today, I am a father. Tomorrow, I will be a slave.'"
"Shut up!" This time, it was Old Madame Ji who shouted. "He's already dead. He's dead."
She slammed her hands on the table.
'Dead?
Yes, that night, Ji Pei died.
His corpse was carried out of the Ji Mansion in front of her eyes. She had watched him die with her own eyes!
He was whipped thirty times until there wasn't a single part of his body left unscathed.
Ji Yunshu smiled bitterly. "He didn't die. He definitely didn't die. I searched through all the corpses in the mass grave, but I couldn't find him. He once told me to wait for him for two years. He will definitely come back."
Her tone was very firm. Everyone found it hard to believe.
Ji Yunshu's brows slowly returned to their usual cold and cheerless expression.
Without looking back, he turned around and walked away, one step at a time.
That thin figure, in the drizzling rain, was unusually firm and resolute!
This time, she walked out of the Ji Mansion's main gate.
She didn't know when, but Jing Rong had already caught up to her. An umbrella appeared in his hand. He quietly placed it on top of her head and accompanied her. He didn't say a word, nor did he ask anything.
He was very curious. 'Ji Pei? Who's Ji Pei? '
After leaving, Ji Yunshu went to the memorial hall.
Fu Bo placed Luan 'er's body in a shabby coffin. He said that he found a good place to bury her.
Ji Yunshu's eyes were listless. She nodded and thanked him.
She took off a hairpin from her hair and placed it in the coffin.
"Luan 'er, go in peace. In your next life, reincarnate into a good body. Don't suffer anymore."
Finally, the coffin was closed. Ji Yunshu lit a stick of incense and sent Luan 'er away.
She stood under the eaves of the memorial hall's entrance. She slightly raised her head and looked at the distant rainwater. It was like a funnel of time.
Jing Rong silently accompanied her. Seeing her frown gradually relax, the worry in his heart also seemed to slowly dissipate.
But at this moment, he really couldn't bear to disturb her.
Ji Yunshu's current tranquility was like a painting. She was as clear and clean as the rainwater that had yet to fall.
He even wished for a moment that he wasn't born in an imperial family, but in an ordinary family.
He didn't need to participate in the struggle for the throne. He didn't need to be involved in mutual deception.
He could work at sunrise with the person he loved. He rested at sunset.
After a long time, Ji Yunshu's gaze shifted from the corner to the distant drizzle.
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