The road from Chuyun Garden to the entrance of Prince Han's Mansion is very long and takes a long time.
Mo Jiecheng hugged her directly out of the house, and she did not stop him or struggle.
The tiredness of the day made Ji Wanrong's eyelids feel as if they were glued shut. She closed her eyes and thought about everything that happened today.
Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the light from the blazing torches around her and hear countless hurried footsteps behind her.
You can also hear Mo Jiecheng's steady and powerful heartbeat.
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt very tired and wanted to cry.
Until Mo Jiecheng threw her into the carriage without mercy.
"Plop-" With a sound, all the bones in his body hit the wooden floor, and Ji Wanrong grimaced in pain.
Her complicated emotions cooled down in an instant.
This dog man.
She got up from the floor and sat on the couch.
Mo Jiecheng also sat up. As soon as he got on the carriage, his tall body immediately made the carriage narrow and cramped.
"I thought that what you did today was enough to open my eyes; but I didn't expect that you would murder my grandmother and take a life on your back."
His voice was low and his tone was melodious. It was obvious that he was past his anger and now seemed to be joking.
Are you in the mood to joke now?
Does it mean that she is going to die if she gets involved in these things, so she can't help but be happy?
Ji Wanrong couldn't stand him and glared at him: "Do you think I would murder my grandmother?"
Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes: "I don't think you know how."
Mo Jiecheng felt that he was very accurate in judging people. After spending half a month together, he was able to see Ji Wanrong's character.
It was completely different from what he knew before.
If there hadn't been those things in the past, maybe they could have become very good friends.
So he asked again: "But who do you think would harm you in Nanyang Houfu? And who wants Mrs. Ji to die?"
Ji Wanrong wanted to answer without thinking, but when she looked up and saw his dark eyes, she swallowed back the name she was about to blurt out.
She took a deep breath and asked again: "You don't believe that I would murder my grandmother, but do you believe that I am an enemy spy lurking next to you?"
Mo Jiecheng looked at her hesitant expression and remained silent.
Ji Wanrong knew what he meant. He wanted to believe her on this matter, but he didn't believe the answer she gave.
Because he believed in Ji Yunyao more.
There was silence in the carriage for a long time, and Ji Wanrong was unwilling to say anything more to him.
Instead, he entered his own space and used the Gastrodia elata and Uncaria purchased at Miaoshou Tang today to make an antidote for Mrs. Ji's stroke.
Ji Wanrong didn't know Mrs. Ji's specific pulse, nor did she know what kind of poison she had been poisoned to make her live or die.
Therefore, the pills prepared by Ji Wanrong should not only be an antidote that can remove most of the toxins, but also be an antidote that can relieve Mrs. Ji's stroke symptoms, replenish qi and blood, and at least allow Mrs. Ji to speak.
If there was even the slightest difference, Mrs. Ji would not be able to survive, and she would not be able to survive either.
The distance from Prince Han's Mansion to Nanyang Hou Mansion was only one stick of incense, but it felt like a whole year had passed to Ji Wanrong.
By the time the carriage stopped in front of Nanyang Houfu, Ji Wanrong was already sweating profusely and exhausted.
Before getting off the car, she clenched the pills in her hand, wondering how effective the hastily prepared antidote would be.
She paused for a while, without turning her head, but said the last sentence in a low voice: "No matter what, I will bear the consequences and will not hurt you."
"You helped me today, and all our past grudges have been wiped out."
When Mo Jiecheng heard these words, he raised his head and saw Ji Wanrong's thin but determined back when he got off the carriage.
He felt that the figure from behind seemed a bit familiar.
The Nanyang Marquis Mansion was brightly lit that night, and there were many soldiers in uniform standing at the door of the mansion.
The heavily guarded soldiers were wearing armor, glowing coldly under the cool moonlight.
Ji Wanrong looked at the battle in front of him, paused slightly beside the carriage, took a deep breath, then picked up his skirt and walked quickly into the house.
Before Ji Wanrong could enter, two soldiers guarding the door stopped him.
Ji Wanrong said in a deep voice: "I am the eldest daughter of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion. I am coming back with Prince Han to see my grandmother."
Mo Jiecheng stood beside Ji Wanrong and nodded: "I have already told Mr. Wu, you can ask him when he comes."
After Mo Jiecheng said this, before the stubborn soldiers could refuse, he forcefully pushed away the sabers in the hands of the two soldiers.
Then he motioned with his eyes to Ji Wanrong to go in first.
The old lady was dying, so there was no need to delay this matter. Ji Wanrong heard the sound of fighting coming from behind, turned his head and glanced at Mo Jiecheng, and then left for the mansion first.
She has been to Wutong Garden where Mrs. Ji lives.
Ji Wanrong relied on his memory and ran for a long time before finally seeing the brightly lit Wutong Garden.
At this moment, Wutong Garden was noisy, and there seemed to be many people crying.
When Ji Wanrong arrived at the door, he saw that there were no soldiers at the door of Wutong Garden, but there were many boys guarding it.
Ji Wanrong looked at the tired-looking boys and hid his body in the shade of the trees.
She did not speak, but silently summoned the anesthetic from the space. When the servant was unprepared, she neatly stabbed the anesthetic in her hand towards their necks.
It seemed that only a gust of wind passed through the darkness, and the boy's body made a few plops and fell to the ground one after another.
Ji Wanrong walked over their unconscious bodies expressionlessly and walked towards the gate of Wutong Garden.
Before opening the door, Ji Wanrong heard Ji Yunyao and Lin Wenrui crying in the room.
At this moment, there was a woman's voice, comforting Ji Yunyao who was crying.
"Yun Yao, the imperial doctor said that there is no way to save the old lady, so don't cry. You have been filial to the old lady for so long, she has seen it, and you can rest in peace in the end."
Her voice was extremely loving. After all, it was rare in the world for a woman with such a filial heart to serve the ancestor hand in hand and never take advantage of others.
Ji Yunyao is not only a lucky star, her behavior can serve as an example for women all over the world.
Ji Yunyao just cried: "I have tried my best, but I still have some luck... If I can work harder, my medical skills can be better..."
Princess Rui listened and said with great sarcasm: "Yun Yao has tried her best to treat her grandmother, but Mrs. Ji was killed by her own grandchildren! She fought on the battlefield for Beili Kingdom and made great achievements! "
"Kill to pay for life. When Jing Zhaoyin finishes interrogating Ji Lingxiao in the ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion, I will definitely watch in person and let Jing Zhaoyin deal with Ji Wanrong strictly!"
They had never seen such a vicious woman in the world. She was worthy of being despised by millions of people. She actually wanted to kill her grandmother out of jealousy.
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he sneered and suddenly opened the door to the master bedroom of Wutong Garden.
"If Ji Yunyao is taking care of her at her grandmother's knees every day, how can she go out to dinner parties and have fun with you every day?"
Ji Yunyao turned her head in surprise, her expression changed, and even Lin Wenrui's sobbing voice stopped.
There was more sarcasm on Ji Wanrong's face. She was about to continue speaking when she heard Lin Wenrui was thinking quickly and planned to call someone to capture her.
"Come here! Ji Wanrong wants to do something evil to Mrs. Ji again. Catch her quickly and cover her mouth. Don't let her talk nonsense!"
The boy outside the door had long been unconscious. No one responded to Lin Wenrui's words, so several girls in the room planned to take down Ji Wanrong.
Unexpectedly, a sharp and frightened female voice broke the stalemate in front of us: "Here comes someone! The old lady is out of breath! The old lady is out of breath!"
Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath.
Ji Yunyao's originally worried heart finally settled in her stomach.
This old guy is dead, and so is Ji Wanrong.
