"You and Ji Wanrong? Go back to Nanyang Marquis Mansion and her natal family together??"
Mo Jiecheng frowned and raised his voice incredulously.
"Yes! Is there any problem?" Zhong Jinge blinked.
"Ji Wanrong is my king's concubine. You can't get along with her, so what are you going to do with her? Then what has become of me?" Mo Jiecheng's eyes widened.
His confused eyes flicked between the two of them. He couldn't figure out what his good friend and Ji Wanrong were doing behind his back.
Has it developed to the point where we want to go back to our parents’ home together?
He felt that the development of events gradually exceeded his imagination.
"Isn't it because of you?" Zhong Jinge crossed his arms and said, "After you were assassinated that day, you were seriously injured. Doctor Sun asked Ji Wanrong to save you."
"But you don't know right from wrong, so you confined her in the yard in advance. In order to ask her to heal you, I agreed to accompany her back to her parents' home."
Only then did Mo Jiecheng understand the reason for the matter.
After Zhong Jinge finished speaking, he smiled and rubbed his hands. He was still looking forward to tomorrow's arrangements and a little nervous.
After all, he has not yet accompanied the newly married woman back to the house.
She is still a woman with superb medical skills and stunning looks.
I don’t know if I should bring some gifts to my father-in-law tomorrow?
So he stepped forward again and patted Mo Jiecheng's shoulder meaningfully: "Just recover well and sleep well. I will take Wanrong back to her parents' house tomorrow. Everything will be settled and she will be back soon."
What does it mean that he will take Wanrong home tomorrow?
Mo Jiecheng looked at the smile on Zhong Jinge's face. The two of them were standing in front of the bed. They were both extremely handsome and had the same flamboyant and beautiful facial features. They seemed to be quite right.
It's like a young couple who just got married.
Mo Jiecheng's eyes suddenly burst into flames: "No! You can't go back with Ji Wanrong!"
"Why?" Zhong Jinge opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, "Do you know that a woman who returns home without a husband by her side will be looked down upon by her family?"
"I am her husband! The King of Japan will personally accompany her back home!" Mo Jiecheng was not to be outdone.
"But you just said you would never go back with Wan Rong, and you would never let your identity become Wan Rong's capital to show off!" Zhong Jinge frowned.
Mo Jiecheng choked, then seemed to think of something, and waved his hand with a strange sense of pride.
"I am Ji Wanrong's husband. Every time she returns to her parents' home, I will accompany her! If you want to come back, you can find a wife yourself!"
When it came to his identity, Zhong Jinge was immediately defeated because his name was not justified.
Only then did Mo Jiecheng snort coldly: "I am determined to return this time!"
Ji Wanrong looked at the two people bickering like elementary school chickens, raised his forehead, and suddenly felt helpless.
Can she go back alone without taking anyone with her?
These two are a bit embarrassing no matter who they take.
Since Mo Jiecheng was determined to accompany Ji Wanrong back home.
With him by his side, it would be more convenient for Ji Wanrong to do anything in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion.
Just as Mo Jiecheng said, she could also use Mo Jiecheng to show off in front of Ji Yunyao, making Ji Yunyao grit her teeth in anger, so Ji Wanrong was also happy and at ease.
Because Mo Jiecheng was injured again, Ji Wanrong's return was delayed until ten days later.
In the past ten days, besides treating Dong Bicheng and Mo Jiecheng, Ji Wanrong was also treating his own face.
At present, her face has undergone three complete courses of treatment, all the toxins on her face have been stimulated, and she looks much better than before.
The white one even seems to be emitting a faint light.
Although the days are normal, there are no outsiders, so there are no conflicts and no tensions as before. Sometimes they can even talk calmly.
Ten days later, Prince Han's carriage drove down the long street of the capital.
This was the first time Ji Wanrong walked out of Prince Han's Mansion.
The shouts of vendors were heard on both sides. Listening to the carriage rolling over the bluestone beneath her, she felt a comfortable and relaxed feeling in her heart for the first time.
Ji Wanrong opened the curtain of the carriage and saw vendors on both sides of the street, including those who bought candied haws, some who performed acrobatics, and some noodle stalls.
The shirtless master with a white handkerchief around his neck opened the hot pot with a smile, and the steam rushed out, steaming the master's face.
When she was a child, and in modern times, she had seen noodle stalls like this. When the lid of the pot was opened, the boss would always be steamed up on his face.
Although the place we live in today is different from modern times, there are many similarities.
Ji Wanrong couldn't help but smile as he thought about it, but felt a little disappointed in his heart.
Mo Jiecheng, who was sitting aside, heard the laughter. He put down the book with his right hand and turned to look at Ji Wanrong's white side face, a little dazed.
"What are you sad about?" Mo Jiecheng asked.
His voice was low.
Ji Wanrong lowered the curtain and looked at him with some surprise, "I was clearly smiling just now, how did you know that I was sad?"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he raised his chin arrogantly: "I know this."
"I'm just thinking about my relatives." Ji Wanrong sighed.
She has little family ties, her parents died when she was four years old, and she came here inexplicably when she was only in her twenties. She couldn't even take care of the four elderly people on both sides.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression changed slightly, but he added: "Actually, the people in Nanyang Houfu are very good."
"As long as you don't act like before, using chicken feathers as arrows, and don't run rampant in Nanyang Marquis Mansion and act as a savior, Ji Wanrong, you also have many relatives."
Ji Wanrong felt a little funny after hearing this.
For the original owner, the original owner's stepsister, stepmother, and scumbag father cannot be considered her relatives; how could they be her relatives, Ji Wanrong?
But she didn't say this, she just smiled at Mo Jiecheng: "If I were still as weak as before, I would be bullied. And you accompanied me back home today, so I will definitely take advantage of the situation and help the tiger."
Mo Jiecheng frowned and looked at her with great disapproval.
"If I were a majestic tiger, or a eldest lady who was pampered by thousands of people, would I still be willing to be a ridiculous puppet?"
Ji Wanrong ignored his look.
"You mean Nanyang Houfu is not good enough to you? But the whole capital knows that your stepmother is like your biological mother, and your half-stepsister loves you like a biological sister. No one forces you to do what you did before. The thing is, you don’t know how to be satisfied.”
Mo Jiecheng thought of what Ji Wanrong had done before, and frowned almost inaudibly.
"We can make a bet, Your Majesty." Ji Wanrong turned to look at him with calm eyes, "Many times, what you see is what others want you to see."
"What are you betting on?" Mo Jiecheng put the book in his hand on the couch and looked at Ji Wanrong's calm face.
"If I lose the bet and let you see that everyone in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion really loves me, I will let you do whatever you want."
"But if I win the bet, then you have to pretend to be a tiger who loves the devil in front of them and support the devil."
"And my request is that you judge all this with a fair eye; and not be biased just because you like Ji Yunyao."
Mo Jiecheng agreed immediately.
Everyone in the capital knew that the Nanyang Marquis Mansion was extremely loyal to Ji Wanrong, and Yunyao's behavior had repeatedly proved the truth of this matter.
Ji Wanrong and Ji Yunyao said completely different things, but Mo Jiecheng chose to believe it at this moment——
Ji Yunyao was naturally pure and kind, and almost sacrificed her own life to save him without any purpose.
Not long after the two placed their bets, the carriage from Prince Han's Mansion had already arrived at the gate of Nanyang Marquis Mansion.
People in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion knew this morning that Ji Wanrong would return, and at this moment, many servants were standing at the door of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion.
There were maids and servants, and the leader was a woman. Together, there were more than a dozen people.
That old woman was actually her stepmother Lin Wenrui's confidant who had served her for more than ten years.
"It seems that I have won." Mo Jiecheng raised his eyebrows at Ji Wanrong, "Nanyang Marquis Mansion knew that you were coming back, so it sent so many people early in the morning to wait at the door to greet you. "
