Hearing Ji Lingxiao's voice, Ji Wanrong felt a twinge in his heart.
She didn't know whether this was the remaining emotions of the original owner, or her desire for pure care while wandering in another world.
"Brother, it's me." Ji Wanrong hurriedly crossed the threshold of the courtyard and ran to Ji Lingxiao's side.
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's hurried figure, which he had never seen before.
Suddenly there was something strange in his heart.
He felt that Ji Wanrong's recent appearance was very different from his previous impression.
Mo Jiecheng just stood there, looking at Ji Wanrong's back standing next to Ji Lingxiao, staring intently without saying anything.
He even ignored Ji Yunyao's figure standing on the other side.
Ji Lingxiao and Ji Wanrong have similar looks, and they are also very handsome. In the past, he rode on horseback and returned in triumph. He also won the red sleeves of the house and was the dream girl of countless official ladies.
But since becoming disabled, he has been scolded as a useless person by the people in the house, and he even thinks so himself.
So he stayed in the house for a long time and did not want to meet strangers. Therefore, his skin was very fair, he was very thin, and his whole body exuded a sense of depression.
Standing next to Ji Lingxiao, she could smell a strong medicinal smell.
Ji Wanrong frowned slightly as he smelled the medicine.
Ji Lingxiao heard Ji Wanrong's voice and took several deep breaths. The smile on his face silently widened, and he tried to raise his head to look at her.
She was the first to speak: "Brother, I was ignorant in the past and made you suffer."
Ji Lingxiao burst into tears upon hearing this. He raised his large, calloused palm and gently covered Ji Wanrong's cheek.
"It's because my brother is useless and has become a useless person. He didn't protect you properly."
Ji Wanrong felt the warmth on her cheeks, and her entire chest was filled with sour emotions. The grievances and pains she had endured for more than ten days seemed to have something to vent to at this moment.
This emotion is like there is something special in the blood that connects them.
It seemed like she met her first relative here.
"Don't worry, I won't let you become a cripple, I will cure you. Brother, I will protect you." Ji Wanrong looked down at his face and said hurriedly.
Ji Lingxiao didn't pay attention to her words. He didn't think anyone could heal his leg at all.
He just smiled slightly, and then changed the topic without leaving any trace: "Rong'er, your face is different from before. It's very beautiful and looks familiar to me."
Ji Wanrong also laughed. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by an angry voice.
"Ji Lingxiao, how come you, a cripple like you, are here? The prince is still here today. Are you embarrassed or not?"
Ji Chengde strode out of the flower hall with his hands on his hips. He looked at the wheelchair under Ji Lingxiao, his eyes filled with impatience.
When Ji Lingxiao heard this, his joyful eyes suddenly dimmed.
He whispered something in Ji Wanrong's ear in a voice that only two people could hear.
"I'm sorry, Rong'er, my brother has embarrassed you in front of your husband."
Ji Wanrong took a deep breath.
She turned around and stood in front of Ji Lingxiao, looking at Ji Chengde with her clear black and white eyes.
"How long did your old mouth have to be marinated to make it taste so strong?"
"You are scolding your own son! He is so young and half of his body is buried in the earth. He has a big head but no brains. Don't come out and embarrass yourself. No one will bury you when you die!"
The people present were stunned by Ji Wanrong's words.
Ji Lingxiao raised his head dullly and looked at Ji Wanrong's profile.
Ji Chengde was stunned for a moment. After he came to his senses, he pointed at Ji Wanrong's face and roared.
"Evil! What are you talking about! I have a son! My son is not a cripple!"
Ji Lingxiao listened and clenched his hands tightly into fists on his knees.
Ji Wanrong lowered his eyes, frowned as he watched this scene.
She then remembered that Ji Chengde had a younger son named Lin Wenrui besides Ji Lingxiao.
Ji Chengde doted on his youngest son very much. It was also because of this that Ji Chengde looked down upon him so much after Ji Lingxiao became disabled.
She was about to continue speaking, but she felt her hand hanging by her side being held tightly.
Ji Wanrong lowered his head in surprise, and saw Ji Lingxiao was silent and shook his head at her.
She seemed unwilling to let her continue talking.
Ji Wanrong knew that Ji Lingxiao wanted to calm down the incident. She lowered her eyes and thought for a while. When she raised her head again, her expression had returned to normal.
Her dark eyes were fixed on Lin Wenrui, she smiled slightly, and then said: "My grandmother was very good to me when I was young. Now that I have returned to my parents' home, I should also visit my grandmother, don't you think?"
Lin Wenrui looked into Ji Wanrong's eyes and felt her dark eyes, and suddenly felt panic in her heart.
She knew that Ji Wanrong proposed to visit Mrs. Ji because of the title deeds to the fields and shops that Mrs. Ji had hidden in her hands.
What Ji Yunyao got a few days ago was the land deed in Ji Chengde's hand.
Ji Chengde had nothing to do and only had a small amount of land deeds in the Hou Mansion.
Most of the land deeds are hidden in Mrs. Ji's hands. Not only that, she also has the dowry and land deeds left by Ji Wanrong's short-lived mother.
The dowry was a huge sum of money, which made her jealous.
Ji Wanrong said this, although she couldn't stop it.
Mrs. Ke Ji suffered a stroke. She had tried so many times in the past, but she still could not find out the whereabouts of those land deeds.
In her eyes, even if Ji Wanrong chatted with the old man for a stick of incense, nothing would come out of him.
So Lin Wenrui nodded softly: "Wan Rong's filial piety, how can I, a mother, stop it?"
Ji Wanrong smiled when he heard this.
Then everyone went to Mrs. Ji's Wutong Garden.
Mrs. Ji liked sycamores when she was young, so Mr. Hou planted a whole yard of sycamore trees for her in the courtyard.
Although it is summer, the sycamore leaves have not yet turned yellow, but they are growing lush and green.
When Ji Wanrong entered the house, he saw a clean and quaint bedroom.
The smell of medicine is very strong in the house.
Mrs. Ji was paralyzed in bed, her hair was gray, her thin cheekbones were prominent, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken.
Her consciousness seemed a little unclear, and she had no reaction when she saw people outside the house, as if she had fallen into a coma.
However, her clothes were very clean and there was no peculiar smell all over her body. She seemed to be well taken care of.
The basins and handkerchiefs used for washing and wiping the old lady were placed very low. Even the porcelain bowls where the decoctions were placed were not on the table, but on a short table, so that people could reach them by bending down.
The room was very quiet, and there was an old woman waiting beside the bed.
The mother-in-law is not short either, she still has to bend down to get the white porcelain bowl from the table.
I don't know why everything should be placed in a low place.
When she saw a large group of people, she didn't even raise her head, just silently feeding them medicine.
"Yao'er is a good child. Even taking care of the old lady is often done by Yao'er herself. The old lady is already used to Yao'er's care."
Lin Wenrui couldn't wait to praise Ji Yunyao as soon as she entered the door, and her words also contained Ji Wanrong's disparagement of her grandmother's neglect.
