Fulfilling a Promise
Ji Yunshu looked curiously at the book in his hands.
"Who gave it to you?"
"His Highness gave it to me."
"Oh? Did he teach you? "
"He taught me a little, but not everything." Wei Yi held the book, his face full of longing. "After I read more books, I can look like a normal person."
Ji Yunshu's eyes darkened at his words, revealing a hint of sadness. "Wei Yi, you're just a normal person. You'll only get better in the future."
"Will I?"
"Yes, I definitely will!"
Wei Yi flashed an innocent and joyful smile.
At this time …
Mo Ruo and Tang Si suddenly came to visit.
Before the former could enter, the latter had already rushed ahead of them.
"Ah Ji." She rushed in excitedly.
It was as if a day apart felt like three years.
Tang Si used to wear Liao people's attire, but for some reason these days, she had taken off all her exquisite ornaments and changed into Central Plains people's attire. She looked a bit more gentle, a bit less barbaric. Her tender face, willowy eyebrows and starry eyes were very simple and elegant.
However, her movements were inevitably a little rough.
Ji Yunshu asked, "Why are you here?"
"Looking at you."
Oh!
Wei Yi instinctively took a few steps back. This woman liked to tease him every time she came, and would only stop after she was done teasing. Every time, he would grit his teeth, wishing he could throw a bag over her head and beat her until her face was swollen. A real man does not fight with a woman!
Since he couldn't beat her or scold her, he could only hide from her.
As expected, Tang Si's attention was focused on Wei Yi the moment she entered. She saw the book in his hands and snatched it away.
"Sun Tzu's Art of War? What book is this? Can you understand it? "Her tone was teasing.
"Miss Tang, return the book to me."
"No way."
"You …"
"Is this book good? What's it about? Is it better than medicine … "Tang Si bombarded him with questions.
Wei Yi blushed with shame.
Mo Ruo shook his head helplessly.
That woman had recently turned his Yuhua Pavillion upside down.
Ji Yunshu took off her gloves and greeted Mo Ruo. "Is Young Master Mo here to see His Highness?"
"I'm here to see you."
"Me? What is it? "
"May I have a word with you?"
So mysterious!
The two of them went out.
Mo Ruo's expression was solemn. The words were stuck in his throat for a long time before he said, "Miss Ji should remember that when I agreed to help you treat Wei Yi, you promised me one thing."
"I remember."
She had said that she would climb a mountain of swords and plunge into a sea of flames. She would not hesitate even if it cost her own life.
Mo Ruo glanced at Wei Yi. "Wei Yi's condition is gradually improving. It won't take long for him to regain his senses, so … it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Go straight to the point!
"Since I've promised you, I won't go back on my word. As long as I can do it, I will do my best."
"Good, I'm relieved to hear that."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"I'll take you to see someone first."
Hmm?
…
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
The two of them were already in the carriage, heading in the direction of the imperial palace.
When they arrived at the palace gates, Mo Ruo used the Mo family's special permission to enter the palace. As the prison warden, Ji Yunshu was not obstructed from entering the palace.
Soon, they arrived at Tongren Hall.
Here?
The big red door with its paint peeling off.
The signboard covered in cobwebs.
The fallen leaves that were falling all around.
The ground outside was full of potholes.
As well as the two broken lanterns hanging at the corner, it was enough to show how dilapidated the Tongren Hall was.
It sat within the imperial palace with red walls and green tiles, carved from gold and jade, like a 'lone branch'.
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. Whose residence was this?
The Cold Palace?
Just as she was thinking, Bi Lu came out with a dilapidated chair with a chipped corner. He seemed to be struggling.
When he saw the two of them, he was stunned for a moment. He hurriedly put down the things in his hands and stepped forward to greet them. "Young Master Mo, you're here!"
Mo Ruo asked, "Where did you take this chair?"
"His Highness said that although this chair is broken, it would be a pity to throw it away. He told me to take it to the Ceremonial Affairs Room and have someone repair it."
"Can't you just have someone repair it?"
"Young Master Mo, it's not like you don't know. The people in the palace can't wait to take a detour. Who would be willing to come here?" Bi Lu sighed.
From their conversation, Ji Yunshu could tell that the master of this hall was in a difficult situation.
Bi Lu noticed her and narrowed his eyes. He looked her up and down. Suddenly, he was startled. "You … are you Lord Ji?"
He immediately cupped his hands in greeting.
Ji Yunshu politely returned his greeting.
"I didn't expect Lord Ji to come here. This servant was impolite just now."
She was speechless.
Mo Ruo asked, "Is the Virtuous Prince here?"
Bi Lu replied, "Yes, His Highness is in the courtyard."
The Virtuous Prince?
Ji Yunshu finally understood that the person Mo Ruo brought her to see was the Virtuous Prince!
It was said that the Virtuous Prince was sickly. The Emperor had shown mercy by allowing him to recuperate in the palace. He should be living like a prince. No matter how bad he was, he shouldn't be living in such a dilapidated place. Even to repair a chair, he had to move it to the Ceremonial Affairs Room.
Bi Lu led the two inside.
In the courtyard, Jing Xian was dressed in a simple yet elegant robe. His hair was tied up in a high bun without any ornaments. He held a wooden stick in his hand and was brandishing it as if he was practicing martial arts.
However, his movements were clumsy and awkward.
When he saw them enter, he immediately stopped and looked at Mo Ruo. "Why are you here today?"
Mo Ruo asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
He pointed at the wooden stick in Jing Xian's hand.
"All these years, thanks to you, my body has finally recovered. In the past, my body was weak and I was always lying on the bed in the room, rarely going out. Now, my bones are much stronger. Recently, I feel like my whole body is full of energy, so I took out a wooden stick and played with it. Unfortunately, my martial arts skills are not good enough, so it's a mess."
Awkward!
"But you should also rest more."
"Yes, yes, yes. You are right." Jing Xian obediently threw the wooden stick in his hand under a nearby tree.
He clapped his hands.
Suddenly …
He noticed a woman beside Mo Ruo.
She was dressed in women's clothing and wore light makeup. She had delicate features.
"Lord Ji?"
Ji Yunshu stepped forward and cupped her hands in greeting. "Greetings, Virtuous Prince."
Jing Xian was surprised. "The last time we met in Chengqing Hall, you were still Teacher Ji. In just a few months, you have become Lord Ji. I have to congratulate you."
"This lowly official should be the one thanking Your Highness. Chengqing Hall was on fire that day. When Prince Rong was taken to the imperial prison, if Your Highness hadn't stopped me, this lowly official would have done something stupid."
"No need to be so polite, Lord Ji."
Jing Xian smiled and hurriedly invited the two inside. He ordered Bi Lu to bring a pot of good tea.
"These tea leaves were personally dried by me. Although they taste bitter, they are very refreshing and sweet. This is Lord Ji's first time here, so I don't have anything to serve you. I can only serve you tea." Jing Xian poured three cups of tea.
Ji Yunshu raised her cup and took a sip.
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