Qingming Festival
Ji Muqing's maid, Cailan, happened to witness the entire scene.
Ji Wanxin and Prince Rong?
When did they get involved?
Cailan acted like an arrogant high-class maid.
She then returned to Ji Muqing's courtyard.
Ji Muqing happened to be sitting in front of the mirror, applying blush from time to time. Soon, her face was as red as a monkey's butt. She picked up a comb and started combing her hair excitedly.
Ever since she was sent out of the palace, Ji Muqing had not left her courtyard. Apart from her personal maid, Cailan, she did not see anyone.
The redness and swelling on his body had long since faded away.
Now, she was completely fine.
Yet, she was still pretending to be sick in the courtyard, waiting for Concubine Xiao to fulfill her promise.
Cailan came over and told her what she saw.
Ji Muqing's hands stopped, and she slammed the comb on the table.
Bang!
She huffed, "I didn't expect her to be so ambitious. She actually tried to seduce Prince Rong?"
"Young Miss, Second Miss is trying to climb up the social ladder!"
"Just her? She's overestimating herself. Father betrothed her to the Shen family, and she still hopes to become Princess Rong? "
Her face was full of disdain.
Cailan also spoke with disdain, "This servant thinks that Prince Rong doesn't seem to like Second Miss. He's not warm to her, but Second Miss keeps flattering him."
Hmph!
Where did Ji Muqing's anger come from?
In any case, if Ji Wanxin or Ji Yunshu were to marry a beggar, it would be to her liking.
Logically speaking, Ji Muqing should be looking for Ji Wanxin and humiliating her. But now, she didn't have the energy to care about such things.
She was overjoyed that the Crown Prince was dead. After all, she wasn't fated to marry him, so Jing Hua's death was a good thing.
It wouldn't be long before she could marry Jing Yi and become Prince Yi's Consort.
Moreover, Jing Yi might become the Crown Prince in the future. In the end, wouldn't she still be the Crown Prince's Consort?!
Ji Muqing's mood brightened at the thought.
She turned to Cailan, "Oh right, if anyone from Prince Yi's residence comes in the next few days, let me know immediately."
"Yes."
Cailan agreed.
"As for Ji Wanxin and Ji Yunshu, I'll have plenty of time to deal with them once I become the crown princess."
When Cailan heard this, she felt that something was amiss!
He couldn't help but ask, "Miss, the Crown Prince is dead. How are you going to be the Crown Prince's consort?"
What he got in return was a cold glare from Ji Muqing. She asked, "Say that again?"
"This servant is just … just …"
Pa!
Before he could finish stammering, Ji Muqing raised her hand and slapped him.
Cailan immediately knelt down and hurriedly begged for mercy, "This servant knows her mistake. Please spare this servant, Miss."
"Hmph!" Ji Muqing glared at her and raised her chin. In a domineering and arrogant manner, she said, "Even if the Crown Prince dies, His Majesty will choose a new Crown Prince. This young miss will still be the Crown Prince's Imperial Concubine. No one can take this position away from me. You listen well, there can only be one Crown Prince's Imperial Concubine, and that is me."
"Yes yes yes, this servant understands."
This time, Ji Muqing fiercely waved her hand and dismissed Cailan. She then sat down and continued to dress herself.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was really satisfied.
It was as if the previous incident had never happened!
A woman's heart was truly unfathomable.
…
After Jing Rong left the General's mansion, he went to Bamboo Creek Garden.
Ji Yunshu stayed in her room all day looking at the bone portraits. If it weren't for her maidservants reminding her that it was getting dark, she probably wouldn't have even looked outside.
On the table, there were many pieces of white paper scattered in a messy manner.
There were all kinds of paintings on them. Others wouldn't be able to understand them …
She stretched her sore neck and put down what she was doing. She washed her hands and finished her dinner. Just as she was about to leave the courtyard, she saw Jing Rong walking towards her.
She saw the smile on his face, as if he was visiting her.
"Did you eat?" Jing Rong asked.
"Yes."
"What did you eat?"
"Abalone, ginseng, shark's fin, and tripe!
"What did you drink?"
"Cold boiled water."
A question and an answer.
It was like two neighbors greeting each other.
The only thing missing was the words, "I ate and drank."
Ji Yunshu rolled up a white cloth in her hand and walked to a tree in the courtyard. She stood on her tiptoes and struggled to hang the white cloth.
Jing Rong was confused. He asked from behind her, "What are you doing?"
"Qingming Festival!"
"What?"
"It's a day to offer sacrifices to our loved ones."
Ji Yunshu answered without turning her head.
In fact, Ji Yunshu also didn't understand why there was no Qingming Festival in the Great Lin. They only had annual sacrifices, which was equivalent to offering sacrifices during the New Year.
Precisely because there was no Qingming Festival, Ji Yunshu tied a white cloth to the tree in her courtyard.
It was used as a sacrifice to sweep the tombs!
Jing Rong took a few steps forward and took the white cloth from her hand. He easily tied it to the tree branch.
He said, "Qingming Festival? Why haven't I heard of it? Is there such a festival in the Great Lin? "
"It's in my hometown. Every year on this day, we will return to our hometown to sweep the tombs of our loved ones. We will also hang some white paper and burn some joss paper."
"Annual sacrifice?"
"No! But it's similar. "
After tying the white cloth, Jing Rong dusted his hands and asked, "Then, are you offering sacrifices to your third brother or your grandmother?"
"My mother."
Ji Yunshu looked at the slightly swaying white cloth, her eyes filled with longing.
Jing Rong asked, "Have you seen your mother before?"
She shook her head. "No. When I was born, my mother died from dystocia. My father said that when my mother died, she hugged me tightly. I could only see her picture. Hmm … a portrait."
Of course, she was referring to her mother in the modern world, not the one here.
Jing Rong's brow furrowed as he listened. He tightly held her hand and interlocked their fingers.
Then …
He looked at the white cloth in front of him and earnestly said, "Madam Ji, I promise that I will always be by Yunshu's side in this lifetime. I will take care of her, protect her, and not let her suffer any grievances or harm. If your spirit can see us in heaven, please bless us. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we will be able to overcome it."
Ji Yunshu looked at him from the corner of her eyes, quietly listening to him finish his words.
Indeed, it was very touching!
Ji Yunshu's lips curved into a faint smile as she threw herself into his comfortable embrace.
Jing Rong gently rested his chin on the top of her head and called out softly.
"Yunshu. “
"Hmm?"
Jing Rong wanted to say something but hesitated.
Finally, he shook his head. "It's nothing. I just want to quietly hug you." “
He hugged her even tighter.
That night, Jing Rong did not return to the Rong Estate. Instead, he stayed and shamelessly laid on Ji Yunshu's bed.
He even said in pleasure, "Comfortable!"
Ji Yunshu narrowed her eyes. "You should quickly go and rest. It's already very late."
"Hmm." Jing Rong pulled the blanket over himself and occupied Ji Yunshu's bed.
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