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Although Kong Yu wasn’t born a princess, her refined aura surpassed a real one. She strolled in and lowered her head, saluting with deference. Her actions were restrained and proper. Seeing her like this, the Emperor and Concubine Xiao felt satisfied.
Qi Zhen praised her to no end. As for Concubine Xiao, she agreed with him.
Yuchi Lin wasn’t Qujiang King. He only came to request a marriage. The word “request” need to be stressed on. Since he “requested”, Qi Zhen was obliged to “give” a woman which Yuchi Lin had to “receive” no matter who. Next, generous wedding gifts were exchanged and the bride would be escorted to Qujiang with pompous fanfare.
Ji Yunshu stealthily watched Jing Rong. He didn’t react at all as if all of this wasn’t worthy of his attention like he had no relation with her, observing the scene like a spectator.
Even when everyone toasted in celebration, he joined in nonchalantly. Yet, he drank more than anyone as if he was using alcohol to numb himself.
At this moment, Kong Yu was sitting next to Concubine Xiao who was holding her hands intimately while saying something to her. Kong Yu politely replied occasionally, but the rest of the time she was quiet with a gentle smile on her face.
‘Was it like Jing Rong said? Was she willing to marry to Qujiang? Forget it!’ This has nothing to do with her. Ji Yunshu lightly shook her head.
There were only three words written on it. ‘Who is it from?’ She crumbled the note before sweeping a look at the banquet hall. Ji Huan was nowhere to be found.
Eventually, she needed to face him and hiding wasn’t a solution. While Jing Rong was drowning his worries in alcohol, she slipped away.
As soon as she left, Lang Po notified Jing Rong. “Your Highness, should I follow?”
Jing Rong bottomed another cup of wine. “No need. Zijin is with her. Tell Zijin that when Yunshu is done, escort her back to the estate.” He said, not turning back as if he had eyes on his back.
“Yes, your Highness.” Lang Po accepted the order and resumed his position next to Jing Rong.
Ji Huan took back his sword after thinking through, leaving behind a small hole in her neck.
The truth was she was scared witless, betrayed only by the imperceptible trembling of her hands.
Being called “Second Brother” made him frown. “I am not your second brother. You killed Yuanzhi and caused Grandmother to die from anger. You are a sinner who is already expelled from the Ji family. You don’t deserve to call me brother.”
“Don’t tell me that Second Brother cannot tell right from wrong?” Her expression was painful. “That year, it was you who save Ji Pei on the battlefield. I am very grateful to you for that, and I also believe you are different from them. Even if you are shouting about killing me, I still believe you cannot bear to do so. If you truly believe I caused Third Brother’s death, that’s fine, just cut me with your sword.” She stared at him firmly. She was betting everything on her conviction that her Second Brother differed from the rest of the Ji family which were all cold-hearted.
Although Ji Huan was a muscle-brain, it didn’t mean his brain had a problem. Ji Yuanzhi killed people first, then suicide. It actually had nothing to do with Ji Yunshu, but Yuanzhi was his little brother. He couldn’t turn a blind eye to his death without doing anything. That was why his grief turned into a goal – killing Ji Yunshu. Therefore, he hesitated at the last moment after listening to her.
He was torn inside, the conflicting emotions showed on his face. The hand holding Soaring Scarlet trembled while his face was flushed. In a well-hidden place, Shi Zhijin was getting restless. If he dares to injure her mistress, she would wring off his head.
“Aaah-” Ji Huan suddenly bellowed.
He madly raised his sword as if he was about to hack Ji Yunshu like a mere vegetable. Ji Yunshu shut her eyes. The sword furiously slashed down, glinting dangerously with a cold light in its course toward Ji Yunshu. Just when she thought she was sliced in half, nothing happened to her. What slice in half was the golden mask on her face. The mask split in two; one half fell into the lotus pond and the other fell into the lantern she held. The sudden shifted in weight made her drop the lantern.
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