The Old Jackal and the Young Jackal
Mo Ruo walked over and sat down in the corridor. He leaned against the red pillar behind him and rested one leg on it lazily.
Strangely, there was no wine in his hand.
He looked at the heavy rain outside and muttered to himself, "June is a rainy season. Rain after rain, when will it stop?"
Jing Rong tilted his head and the light from the lantern shone on his face.
An orange-red glow enveloped his face.
He asked Mo Ruo, "Where's Wei Yi?"
"He's telling his friends about what happened in the capital. When I came out, he seemed to be talking about something … about the bell. It was a mess and I didn't really understand, so I came out."
"How is he now?"
"You mean Wei Yi?"
"Yes."
Mo Ruo was silent for a moment. He shook his head in confusion. "I took his pulse. It seems like he's getting better. Coupled with his abnormal behavior these days, he's behaving like a normal person. But … I don't know. I really don't know. What about you? What do you think? "
Jing Rong was silent for a while before replying, "If he's better, it's a good thing. Yunshu will feel at ease."
"But you don't look very happy."
"I have a concern in my heart."
Jing Rong's eyes darkened.
Mo Ruo moved his lips. "I know what you're worried about. Teacher Ji told me about … the truth about Wei Yi's parents' deaths."
Indeed, Mo Ruo knew him well.
He nodded and said, "That's right. What I'm most worried about is when Wei Yi wakes up and finds out that his parents were innocently poisoned because of his careless actions. At that time, he will definitely blame himself. Moreover, I don't want him to hate Yunshu because of this."
"Don't you think your concern is unnecessary?"
"Perhaps!"
He lowered his voice.
The conversation ended there.
A while later.
Lang Po hurried over and reported, "Your Highness, Ji Shuhan is here. He's at the door, asking to see you. It's raining heavily outside, so I had to bring him to the front hall."
"Ji Shuhan?"
Interesting!
That old man's ears are quite sharp. He already knew that Jing Rong was in Jinjiang.
Jing Rong smiled. "Go make him a cup of hot tea to warm him up. Then … let him wait."
Wait?
Lang Po paused. "Yes."
Then, he left.
Mo Ruo laughed, "Ji Shuhan? Teacher Ji's father? "
"Yes, an old jackal."
"This person seemed to have been an assistant minister of the Board of Rites in the imperial court."
"You have a good memory."
"It's alright." Mo Ruo was not modest at all. He continued, "His son, Ji Yuanzhi, is dead, and so is the Old Madam of the Ji family. I wonder if we should sympathize with him? You deserve it. "
Jing Rong smiled without saying a word.
After waiting for about an hour, Jing Rong leisurely walked over.
Inside the hall, Ji Shuhan stood respectfully and respectfully.
When he saw Jing Rong, he immediately cupped his hands in greeting.
"Alright, Lord Ji, you don't have to be so polite." He sat down and pointed at the chair beside him. "You sit too. You're already so old, don't injure your legs from standing."
Ji Shuhan's face turned pale.
He could only sit down!
Jing Rong looked out the window. "It's raining so heavily, yet Lord Ji came all the way here. Or? "
Ji Shuhan respectfully replied, "I knew that Your Highness had arrived. I didn't dare to be rude, so I hurried over to greet Your Highness."
"This Prince will accept your greeting." Jing Rong smiled.
The atmosphere in the hall was very cold.
The two of them chatted for a while before Ji Yunshu returned from the Liu residence. Her thin and frail figure slowly walked over from the door.
Ji Shuhan's eyes gradually narrowed as he stared at the daughter he had banished from the family tree.
His eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. However, because Jing Rong was beside him, he restrained himself. Otherwise, he would have rushed forward and killed this unfilial daughter.
This little bastard killed her own brother, infuriated her grandmother, and burned down the house!
Ji Yunshu slowly walked to the outside of the hall. She shook off the rainwater on the umbrella and put it neatly beside the door frame before entering.
She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ji Shuhan here. Her expression was extremely cold, as if the man who shared the same blood as her was invisible.
She sat down as if there was no one else around, poured herself a cup of hot tea, and drank two mouthfuls.
She complained, "It's really cold outside."
Jing Rong secretly laughed.
Sure enough, Ji Shuhan was an old wolf, and Ji Yunshu was a young wolf. She specialized in dealing with all kinds of disobedience!
The atmosphere in the hall was cold to the extreme. It was like the weather in January, frozen like ice.
Ji Shuhan just sat quietly, suppressing the anger in his heart.
After Ji Yunshu finished her cup of hot tea, she said to Jing Rong, "Your Highness, can I have a word with my father?"
"Of course."
Jing Rong readily answered. He stood up with a smile and said to Ji Shuhan, "Lord Ji, this Prince will be outside. You and your daughter should have a good chat."
The unspoken implication was that this Prince would be outside. If you dare to make a move, I will teach you a lesson.
Ji Shuhan could only nod in response.
After Jing Rong left.
The two people in the hall were silent for about a quarter of an hour.
After Ji Yunshu finished another cup of hot tea, she took the initiative to speak, "Your health is not good, and the weather has been changing recently. You should pay more attention to your health. You don't have to meet Prince Rong in this kind of weather. He won't care whether you come or not."
Unexpectedly, Ji Shuhan frowned fiercely.
"This is etiquette. You can't skip it. You've forgotten everything I taught you since you were young."
He seemed to be exasperated at her failure to meet his expectations.
Ji Yunshu wasn't annoyed and coldly replied, "How can I forget what father taught me? But some things don't need to be displayed in front of others. Otherwise, it will seem a bit deliberate. I remember this was also what father said. "
"I'm not your father. You've long been a part of the Ji family."
"Yes, I'm no longer a part of the Ji family. If you didn't remind me, I would've forgotten."
Her tone was always dull and indifferent.
More often than not, this made Ji Shuhan even angrier.
His face twisted as he pointed at her. "How can my Ji family have a daughter like you? Yuanzhi's death was caused by you. If you didn't risk your life to investigate, he wouldn't have died. At that time, Luan 'er had already taken the blame, but you still came out to investigate. In the end, your grandmother died from anger because of you. What did I, Ji Shuhan, do to make you the sinner of my Ji family? "
"Sinner?" She sneered and her eyes turned cold. "Ji Yuanzhi deserved it. His death doesn't deserve anyone's sympathy or guilt. I didn't only do it for Luan 'er, but also for the truth. He killed someone, so he must pay the price."
Her words were cold and harsh.
The corner of Ji Shuhan's mouth twitched, but he didn't say a word.
Ji Yunshu continued, "I know you hate me and think that I'm the shame of the Ji family. You want to beat me to death like you did to Ji Pei. But even so, the one you should hate is me. You shouldn't use your power to submit a petition to the imperial court. You should use your big brother and second brother's strength to oppress the Ministry of Personnel and remove Lord Liu's position. He handled Ji Yuanzhi's case impartially.
Ah!
In other words, the person who caused Liu Qingping to lose his position was Ji Shuhan.
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