As soon as Ji Yunyao finished speaking, she stood at the door and paused slightly when she saw Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng standing in the flower hall.
His eyes also became extremely disappointed.
Looking at Ji Yunyao's lonely eyes, Ji Wanrong twitched the corner of his mouth with great irony.
She didn't expect that the slap in the face could come so quickly.
Ji Wanrong glanced at the figure standing at the door and said coldly: "Is this what you said? Send Ji Yunyao's shop to splash my blood? If I am not mistaken, that shop should still belong to my mother, right? "
Looking at Ji Yunyao standing alone at the door, Ji Chengde's face darkened at this moment.
"There is no difference between superiority and inferiority, big or small! Do you think that because we are fine, you are not the evil star? That's because of Yao'er! It's because there is a little lucky star in Nanyang Marquis Mansion, Yao'er! That ensures the safety of our family !”
"It is precisely because Yao'er prays for the prince every day that the prince gradually recovers in just a few days! For this reason, Wen Rui asked me to reward Yao'er with several rice shops and fertile fields, hoping that she can use them Her blessing brings blessings to more people.”
Ji Chengde roared out every word, his expression full of pride for Ji Yunyao.
After Ji Chengde finished speaking, Ji Wanrong actually laughed out loud.
Unexpectedly, Lin Wenrui's brainwashing technique was so superb that she, a cheap and stupid father, had no doubt that Ji Yunyao was a lucky star.
Not only him, but probably everyone in the world has no doubt that Ji Yunyao is a lucky star.
"Why are you laughing?" Ji Chengde looked at her strangely.
"I think what you said makes sense. As long as Ji Yunyao is here, both Doctor Sun and Doctor Liu of the Imperial Hospital can retire and return to their hometowns."
"What do you mean?" Ji Chengde's face became darker.
"There is no need for all the doctors in the world to do their jobs. The Imperial Hospital asked Ji Yunyao to be the judge. As long as someone is sick in the world, just ask the little lucky star to pray and the medicine will cure the disease. It is more effective than a panacea."
Ji Wanrong's sarcasm was palpable.
Lin Wenrui took a deep look at Ji Wanrong and then smiled.
"Yuansun Sun and Doctor Liu treated the prince, and Yao'er prayed, which had a certain effect. The two-pronged approach allowed the prince to recover so quickly!"
"Presumably the prince came to the Hou Mansion today, firstly to thank Yao'er, and secondly because of Ji Wanrong, right?"
She had only a few words, but her words were all guidance.
After hearing what Lin Wenrui said, Ji Chengde believed it, and his expression was a little flustered. He scolded Ji Wanrong: "Can you save the prince? You are a evil star who only knows how to harm people. You didn't do anything to help, so hurry up." Shut up!"
"Hurry up, hurry up and apologize to the prince! Don't implicate the Nanyang Marquis Mansion again!"
After Ji Wanrong heard it, he didn't move.
Ji Chengde looked at Lin Wenrui's face and quickly asked someone to escort Ji Wanrong to apologize.
"The person who saved this king is Ji Wanrong." Mo Jiecheng's deep voice broke the tense atmosphere at this moment.
Everyone present widened their eyes in surprise, and Ji Yunyao, who was originally looking lonely, turned extremely pale in an instant.
Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes and spoke clearly one word at a time: "She has nothing to do with the assassination of my king. It was her treatment of me day and night these days that allowed me to survive."
When Lin Wenrui and Ji Yunyao heard this, they felt as if they were struck by lightning.
Mo Jiecheng looked at the expressions of Lin Wenrui and Ji Yunyao.
They seemed unwilling to see or admit that it was Ji Wanrong who saved them.
Mo Jiecheng suddenly felt something strange in his heart.
Ji Wanrong felt that although Mo Jiecheng was silent today, according to their bet, he was still a bit strong in key areas.
She also followed Mo Jiecheng's words and made a request: "It's true that I saved Mojiecheng. Since Ji Yunyao's shop was obtained because she prayed for Mojiecheng."
"Then I, the daughter who saved Mo Jie City's life...if you are really impartial as you just said, shouldn't you also give me a shop?"
"My demands are not high. I just want to go back to the shop where my mother left me."
After Ji Wanrong finished speaking, Ji Chengde was overjoyed and nodded happily.
Since the prince himself admitted it, he was the eldest son of the current emperor. Now his two daughters have saved lives from the prince. No matter who it is, it will make him look good.
He turned to look at Lin Wenrui: "She is right. Since the prince said that Wan Rong saved him, he should give her some reward as a father."
As soon as Ji Chengde finished speaking, Lin Wenrui's originally stiff face became even paler.
Why did this little bitch suddenly become smart?
He is so sharp-tongued that he is completely different from before!
She smiled at Ji Chengde, and then whispered softly: "Master Hou, have you forgotten? The land deeds and real estate at home, especially the things left by Wan Rong's mother, are all in the old lady's possession. There!”
"The old lady has suffered a stroke now and is unconscious, so I took over the reins of the family, but I don't know where the land deeds are. And Yunyao's new land shop is also because she takes care of the old lady who has suffered a stroke every day. , the old lady was grateful for Yao'er's filial piety, so she took out those things."
She almost accused Ji Wanrong of not caring about the old grandmother who had suffered a stroke, so she could not give her the land deed and the land.
Grandma who suffered a stroke?
Ji Wanrong frowned slightly when he heard this, and then remembered the existence of Mrs. Youji in the memory of the original owner.
Mrs. Ji was also a figure when she was young. She fought on the battlefield with the late Mr. Ji and was a strong-willed female general.
Marquis Ji and she had a deep love for each other all their lives, and they never took concubines, so they only had one son like Ji Chengde in their entire lives.
Before Mrs. Ji had the stroke, she was very resolute and disciplined Ji Chengde very strictly, which is why Lin Wenrui had been working as a concubine for so many years and could not even be brought back to the Hou Mansion to have a serious status.
It wasn't until the original owner's mother died that Lin Wenrui entered the house.
When she entered the Hou Mansion, Mrs. Ji gradually suffered a stroke, and she had the power of housekeeper, and Ji Yunyao also had a legitimate identity.
In the memory of the original owner, before the stroke, this grandmother taught the original owner carefully, but she was extremely strict, and the original owner was very afraid of her.
It was only after Mrs. Ji suffered a stroke that the original owner gained such an unpleasant reputation. The original owner's brother broke his leg trying to save the original owner, and Ji Chengde began to hate the original owner more and more.
If Mrs. Ji had relied on her uncompromising character before her stroke, Lin Wenrui's life would not have been so easy, and she would not be so arrogant now.
Can Ji Yunyao really take care of her grandmother who suffered a stroke?
She doesn't think so.
Ji Wanrong thought of this, but keenly heard the sound of rattling coming from outside the yard, like the sound of wheelchair ruts pressing against stone slabs.
Ji Wanrong suddenly thought of something and felt a strange feeling in her heart. She hurriedly looked back and saw a thin figure from behind.
The man was wearing a thin green shirt, and the hair on his head was without any decoration.
Sitting on a wheelchair made of bamboo, a gust of wind blew by, outlining his very thin figure. He was so thin that he was almost sickly, but his back was straight.
Ji Yunyao stood at the door. When he heard the voice, he turned around quickly and called out gently: "Brother."
But the man didn't even look at Ji Yunyao. His eyes were fixed on the courtyard, looking for this figure that he hadn't seen yet.
It wasn't until Ji Wanrong's hurried figure was found that his normally dim eyes lit up slightly.
"Rong'er."
The man tried his best to keep his voice steady, but there was a hint of tremor hidden in it.
That was her brother, Ji Lingxiao.
