A ruler is a ruler
A subject is a subject
She should have known that Ji Shuhan's letter had already been delivered from Jinjiang to the capital. It was only a matter of time before she met her two brothers on the official road.
But now, if they found out that she burned the Ji Mansion and angered her grandmother to the point of death, the moment she stuck her head out of the carriage, her second brother's Soaring Crimson Sword would cut her into pieces, leaving not even her bones behind.
It wasn't that he was afraid of death or pain. He just didn't want to die at the hands of the Ji Family.
Otherwise, that would be too much suffering!
She wouldn't do it!
In front of the carriage.
Jing Rong was still riding on his horse. In an instant, his eyes turned cold, giving off an unfathomable sense of judgment.
Ji Li, Ji Huan and the rest dismounted from their horses, kneeling on one knee and cupping their hands.
"Greetings, Prince Rong!"
People who marched and fought were indeed different. Their voices were especially loud and clear.
Jing Rong lowered his eyelids.
"Get up."
"Thank you, Prince Rong."
Jing Rong did not have much contact with Ji Li and Ji Heng in the capital.
Most of the time, he would bump into her a few times when her father, the Emperor, was discussing matters.
Between the two of them, the eldest, Ji Li, was the Left Secretary of the Lin Yi Army. He was half civil and half military, and he commanded fifty thousand soldiers. He was a vicious and merciless man who would do anything to achieve his goals.
Even the Marquis of North Placating referred to this person as "Chi Lang", implying that he ate people without spitting out their bones!
The second son, Ji Huan, was personally conferred the title of Changlin General by the Emperor. He was a true military general, so his temper naturally followed his illustrious military exploits.
Violent! Violent! And it was also violent!
Fortunately, he was a good person and had a straightforward personality. He was tough when faced with force and soft when faced with force.
"Where are the two generals going in such a hurry?" Jing Rong asked even though he already knew the answer.
Ji Li was born with a gloomy face. Although he wasn't tall, his narrowed eyes seemed to contain thousands of electric currents, causing people to shudder.
Moreover, it was filled with wisdom!
He lowered his head and said: "This general's family suddenly had a funeral, so I urged the horse to rush back. I didn't expect to meet your highness on the way. If I have offended you, please forgive me."
"Since that's the case, I won't delay the two generals from returning to attend the funeral. I also have to rush back to the capital."
Funeral procession?
The corpse and the coffin were completely burned. 'Jing Rong, you really know how to joke.'
Ji Li was naturally sharp. He raised his head and looked at the carriage behind Jing Rong. His eyes were gloomy and his tone was treacherous.
"Your Highness, there have been bandits appearing in this area recently. Please be careful on your way back to the capital."
"Bandits?" Jing Rong understood the meaning behind Ji Li's words. He glanced at the carriage behind him and smiled. "Many thanks for General Ji's reminder. This Prince will pay more attention."
"May I know … who is inside the carriage?"
"This prince's honored guest," he replied without hesitation.
Ji Li narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.
His expression was seen through by Ji Huan, who stood to the side. Ji Huan took a few steps forward, raising his rough voice, "I wonder who is inside the carriage? Why don't you lift the curtains and let us see clearly, in case the bandits cause trouble?"
Jing Rong's expression was grim and his tone was cold. "General Ji Huan, are you implying that there are bandits hiding in this Prince's carriage?"
"This general is only guessing. Why don't you let this general investigate for your Highness?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he unsheathed the Soaring Scarlet Sword from his waist and fiercely stabbed the person inside the carriage.
Although they were inside the carriage, Ji Yunshu could clearly feel the murderous aura of the Soaring Scarlet Sword closing in on her. It was as if it wanted to pierce through the curtain in front of her and stab into her heart.
She couldn't help but grab the hem of her skirt with both hands, holding her breath.
Her inky black eyes suddenly widened.
"Shu 'er …"
In the next moment, Wei Yi threw himself into her bosom, tightly hugging her slender waist and leaning his head against her neck.
Ji Yunshu watched as the figure outside the carriage got closer and closer. The shadow under the curtain was moving upwards bit by bit.
At this moment, she thought, 'I'm dead meat.'
Suddenly, the curtain was lifted by a gust of wind.
She saw Ji Huan holding the Soaring Scarlet Sword and thrusting it towards her.
Two pairs of eyes met.
Ji Huan also saw the woman inside the carriage. Her face was covered by a veil and she was dressed in plain clothes. The hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders. She only used a wooden hairpin to hold her hair in place.
In her bosom, she was hugging a man.
He couldn't tell just by looking at her eyes.
Moreover, how could such a woman be his damned Third Sister?!
The wind stopped and the curtain fell down.
The sword in Ji Huan's hand was suddenly flicked away by a long sword. Before he could react, a sword was already at his neck.
Who could have such astonishing speed?
"Impudent!"
Jing Rong shouted.
His voice was filled with anger.
The sword in his hand had cut open a wound on Ji Huan's neck. If he had exerted a little more force, that thick and strong neck would have been pierced by his sword.
"How dare you draw your sword against this Prince's honored guest. Do you still have this Prince in your eyes?!"
Ji Huan's expression didn't waver. Many years of fighting in the army had tempered his unyielding and lofty character.
His tone was calm as he replied, "This general thought that there were bandits hiding in the carriage. That was why I drew my sword and saw who was inside. This general was reckless. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
"Forgive?"
Jing Rong raised his sword and pressed it against Ji Huan's lower jaw.
He sneered. "Do you know that this Prince can execute you on the spot?"
Ji Li, who was a few meters away, immediately knelt down.
He pleaded, "Your Highness, please be lenient. Ji Huan offended Your Highness, but it was also for Your Highness's safety. I beg Your Highness to look at this and show mercy."
"Your Ji family is truly full of talented people. Each and every one of them is an eye-opener for this Prince." Jing Rong's long and narrow eyes were burning with anger as he pointed at Ji Huan. "In the entire Great Lin, there has never been a subject who dared to draw his sword in front of this Prince. Ji Huan, this Prince knows that you aren't afraid of death, but don't forget that a monarch is a monarch and a subject is a subject. No matter how great your achievements are, you are still a subject in the end."
It was a reminder!
Although Ji Huan was a military man, he understood the principle of a monarch and a subject.
He could only soften his stance. "Yes, this general understands."
The next moment, Jing Rong withdrew his sword from his neck and threw it to Lang Po.
He glanced at Ji Li, who was kneeling on the ground, and coldly said, "Get up. In any case, one of you is the Left Secretary and the other is the Changlin General. This Prince will not take your lives. However, this Prince hopes that this will be the last time. If something similar happens again, don't blame this Prince for punishing you for the crime of treason."
"Many thanks, Your Highness!"
Jing Rong leaped onto his horse. Without looking, he lightly kicked the horse's belly.
"Let's go!"
Ji Li and Ji Huan's men retreated to the sides and gave way.
The carriage also started moving. Ji Yunshu tried her best to remain calm. The false alarm from earlier was still lingering in her heart.
Wei Yi was still hugging her, unwilling to let go. He must have been frightened.
She could only gently pat his back and softly comfort him.
However, just as the carriage passed by Ji Li and Ji Huan, the curtains were blown by the wind.
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