You are a king, I am a peasant
Ji Yunshu took out her two sandalwood boxes from the West Courtyard.
One is filled with ink and paint.
One was a small knife with various types of knives.
This was the treasure that she had relied on to make a living all these years. She absolutely could not lose it.
Of course, it was the orange-red jade pendant that Wei Yi had given her.
Putting the jade pendant into her waist pouch, she held two sandalwood boxes in one hand and a candlestick with an oil lamp in the other.
Just as he came out of the house, he saw Ji Wanxin enter the courtyard.
Dressed in white mourning clothes, the sickly beauty looked even more dispirited and moving. She walked in with her back to the light outside. Her exquisite face was hidden under the mourning clothes, only the red mole on her forehead was clearly visible.
She felt an indescribable sadness, especially when she looked into Ji Yunshu's eyes. Her eyes were brimming with tears that could melt a person's heart.
"Do we have to do this?"
Ji Wanxin walked up to her. Her voice was weak and sad.
"Ji Pei is dead!" Ji Yunshu faintly spat out these four words.
Hearing this news, Ji Wanxin's beautiful brows furrowed, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She reached out and touched Ji Yunshu's ice-cold hand.
"You've waited for two years. Haven't you already prepared for the worst?"
"No, for the past two years, I've been certain that he's alive."
"Yunshu …"
"Without Ji Pei, my heart is dead. You don't have to try to persuade me. You know I can't endure it any longer."
Ji Yunshu was resolute. Her icy eyes were devoid of any emotion. Her grip on the candlestick tightened.
Ji Wanxin's words rolled in her throat. She sighed and tried to persuade her one last time.
"Even if you leave the Ji Mansion now, there's no need to make the situation this bad. Third Brother just died, and Father and Grandmother are heartbroken. Just now, you caused a ruckus, and you'll end up with the title of not recognizing even your own family. Naturally, your days in the future won't be good."
"Are you giving me a warning?"
"Yunshu, this is for your own good."
"There's no need," she said softly. Then, she took off the veil on her face.
The dark red scar was illuminated by the candlelight in Ji Wanxin's hands.
She knew that Ji Yunshu's face was disfigured, but she didn't expect it to be so severe. Her delicate face, which was not inferior to her own, was torn open, making her look ugly.
"This …"
Tears streamed down Ji Wanxin's face, her heart aching.
Ji Yunshu smiled coldly. "Consider this scar as a token of my gratitude to the Ji family on behalf of the original owner of this body. From now on, the previous Ji Yunshu is dead."
No, that Ji Yunshu was already dead!
She had only lived in her place for five years, like a puppet.
Now, she was tired, exhausted. The originally patient Ji Yunshu disappeared the moment she learned of Ji Pei's death.
Ji Wanxin was still mulling over the meaning of her words.
What was the original owner?
What died?
She was confused by what she was hearing.
Ji Yunshu, on the other hand, had already put her veil back on. She walked around her and stopped behind her.
With her back facing Ji Wanxin, Ji Yunshu asked, "Do you know who leaked the conversation between me and Ji Pei under the plum blossom tree?"
Ji Wanxin's body trembled slightly as she slowly spat out a few words.
"I don't know."
"You're not lying to me?"
"No!"
After receiving a response, Ji Yunshu didn't continue asking and walked out of the courtyard.
When Ji Wanxin turned around, she only saw Ji Yunshu's cloaked back, holding an oil lamp in her hand as she walked further and further away.
Ji Wanxin clenched her teeth, feeling indescribably unhappy. The heartache in her eyes had been swept away, replaced by a thick sense of confusion and jealousy.
Even now, she still couldn't understand why Jing Rong would burn the Soaring Horsewhip that the Emperor had bestowed upon his father. For her sake, he sent Ji Yuanzhi to prison. Even though she was now disfigured, that man still refused to leave her.
Why?
In terms of birth and appearance, which part of her was inferior to Ji Yunshu?
Moreover, she was the first person to meet Jing Rong!
A few days ago, when she hosted a banquet for the honored guests from the capital, her heart was already faintly drawn to him the moment she saw him.
Now, she couldn't pull it out or push it away!
"Why? Why do you always want to steal what I like?"
His tone was sinister and extremely treacherous …
The entire hall in the front courtyard was already engulfed in flames. Everyone in the Ji family hurriedly brought water to extinguish the fire.
The coffin was moved from the hall to the outside. As the fire spread, the coffin was moved a little further, almost reaching the main entrance.
When Ji Yunshu returned to the front courtyard, everyone was busy putting out the fire. It was as if they had completely forgotten about her as the main culprit.
She coldly looked at the hall engulfed in flames before shifting her gaze to Ji Yuanzhi's coffin.
Then, she forcefully tore down a piece of white satin from the beam and threw it on top of the coffin. At the same time, she pushed the candle holder in her hand over.
In a flash, the white satin burst into flames.
By the time everyone reacted, the coffin was already engulfed in flames.
As for Ji Yunshu, she straightened her back and walked out of the Ji mansion's main entrance step by step.
Behind her was a raging fire. She was like a phoenix that had been reborn from the ashes. She cast aside all her pity and kindness, and used the fire to burn everything that was cold and cruel.
The entire Ji mansion was filled with shouts and cries.
Lang Po was on a beam on the side. After he understood everything, he jumped down from the beam.
He quickly ran to a dark corner not far from the Ji mansion and reported, "Miss Ji was the one who set the fire. She even burned Ji Yuanzhi's coffin!"
'I didn't expect that little girl to be so ruthless!'
Jing Rong crossed his hands behind his back. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he smirked. "Since it's already on fire, there's no need to fear it getting bigger."
"Yes, this subordinate understands."
Thus, Lang Po took a few people with him and secretly sneaked into the Ji mansion's rear courtyard, north, south, and south courtyards.
The entire Ji mansion was engulfed in a huge fire.
After Ji Yunshu left the mansion, she didn't walk far before she saw Jing Rong waiting for her in the distance.
He was standing under a shabby lantern. His body reflected the mottled shadows of the surrounding treetops. It was faintly swaying, as if he was an illusion.
The current Jing Rong didn't have his usual roguish and frivolous expression. In a split second, he was still very attractive.
However, Ji Yunshu didn't seem to care about him.
When she came closer, Jing Rong asked, "Have you made your decision?"
"Yes."
"Then, what do you want me to do?"
"Bring Wei Yi along."
"Alright, this Prince agrees. Is there anything else?"
"You are a prince, and I am a commoner!"
'You are a prince, and I am a commoner!'
Without a doubt, this was a reminder to him that even if Ji Pei died, her heart couldn't contain him.
He had finally experienced the feeling of having his heart ripped apart.
But in the end, he frowned.
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