"But..." Ji Chengde frowned, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted again by Mo Jiecheng.
"If you apologize to Ji Wanrong now, I will regard you as the kind-hearted Yao'er who saved my life without asking for anything in return." Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Yunyao steadily.
"Or maybe you were sure that Ji Wanrong was framing you, so you didn't need people from the Jingzhao Mansion. We already have rubbings in the king's army, so you asked Mrs. Ji to use the dust cloth method to check the fingerprints on the tea cup? "
Mo Jiecheng's series of questions were like a big hand pinching Ji Yunyao's heart, causing her whole body to heat up and her breathing to quicken.
Everything she did today was based on the fact that Mojiecheng would trust her without hesitation as before.
It was made only for Mo Jiecheng to see.
If he believed Ji Wanrong without hesitation and asked Mrs. Ji to test it...how could she escape?
Ji Yunyao gritted her teeth tightly, with tears in her eyes. She wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.
She just looked at Mo Jiecheng sadly and stubbornly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from her throat: "Brother Jiecheng, why? Why do you believe in my sister but not me?"
Listening to Ji Yunyao's words, Mo Jiecheng slowly closed his eyes.
"If you are innocent, why don't you dare to ask your grandmother to test it? There are rubbings and methods in the king's army that can also prove your innocence."
"If Ji Wanrong is innocent, why can't you take the initiative and apologize to your sister? Are you just questioning me and not trusting you?"
"I only believe in the truth."
The trust in Ji Yunyao for more than ten years and the perfect image of Ji Yunyao for more than ten years fell from the altar in an instant, and Mo Jiecheng's heart was shattered into pieces at this moment.
Everything he trusted, expected, and was angry about in the past were all fake. But for Ji Wanrong, whom he used to hate so much, everything she said, did, and every move she made was actually the most real.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong, looking at her white profile, and suddenly felt a little more happy in his heart.
Fortunately, she became his princess. Fortunately, everything was finalized.
After hearing Mo Jiecheng's words, Ji Yunyao looked up at Mo Jiecheng in fear. Seeing the rich dark color in his eyes, she became panicked.
She wanted to grab the hem of Mo Jiecheng's clothes, but Mo Jiecheng just silently took a step back and spoke coldly.
"I am your brother-in-law. Please respect yourself. If your father-in-law really wants to report to the government, please ask Jing Zhaoyin to come to Prince Han's Mansion to find someone."
After Mo Jiecheng said this, he grabbed Ji Wanrong's sleeve without hesitation and led Ji Wanrong out of the room quickly.
After leaving the crowded Wutong Garden, Mo Jiecheng felt that his almost stagnant heart began to beat again.
His hand held Ji Wanrong's wrist tightly and did not let go for a moment.
"Mojiecheng, where are you going?!"
Ji Wanrong was pulled by him and staggered out a long way. Panting, she looked up at him and saw his tight jawline and pursed lips.
"It's too stuffy inside. I just want to go out and get some air."
"Then you go out for some air. Why are you holding me? Grandma is still in the house!" Ji Wanrong was out of breath and frowned.
"You are my king's concubine, and I just want to hold you!" Mo Jiecheng's voice was also muffled, and he stopped suddenly.
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he took a closer look at his dark face, and recalled the righteous speech he had just made in the room, and felt that his face became more and more unfamiliar.
He no longer looked stupid and bratty like before, but he looked a bit more handsome.
Just now, he chose to believe her instead of Ji Yunyao for the first time.
Could this man really be possessed by a ghost?
"Besides chest tightness, do you have any other symptoms?"
Ji Wanrong noticed the slight distance between the two of them, and slowly took a few steps forward, approaching Mo Jiecheng, craning her neck to observe his face carefully.
I don't know if it was because he was bored or angry, but his face was actually a little flushed.
Mo Jiecheng has a tall figure. Even though Ji Wanrong is 1.68 meters tall, standing next to him, she still only reaches his shoulders.
"Do you have a fever?"
Ji Wanrong took two steps forward, approached him, then grabbed his belt, used the strength to stand on tiptoes, and wanted to reach out and touch his forehead.
Mo Jiecheng just stood there, looking at Ji Wanrong's gradually enlarging face, feeling her breathing as she gradually approached, and the warmth around his waist that was unique to her.
Her soft hands had already climbed up to her belt, and she slowly stood up on her tiptoes. Her fair little face came up to him, and her bright red mouth seemed to want to kiss him.
There is no better comfort in the world than this.
Mo Jiecheng suddenly felt a little satisfied and felt that his breathing became much easier.
He closed his eyes suddenly, put his arms around Ji Wanrong's back, and pushed her into his arms.
Then he lowered his head and slowly moved his head up.
Ji Yunyao, who was in Wutong Garden, looked at the mess on the ground, and everyone's gaze made her feel like a light on her back.
The sound of "click" was Ji Yunyao's heartbreak.
She rolled her eyes and fainted.
There was another commotion in the room. Mrs. Ji looked at the chaos in front of her, covering her chest and gasping for air.
The mute woman saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
Mrs. Ji put her hands on the mute woman's body, not knowing what she wanted to say. Then her whole body went limp and she fell to the ground weakly.
Everyone present was breathing heavily.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened and he hurried forward, trying to hold Mrs. Ji on the ground in a panic.
Among the people who were pinching Ji Yunyao by the doctor, he saw Mrs. Ji who had fainted, standing there blankly, not knowing who to treat.
Hearing the noisy voices and panicked cries of the servants, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little uneasy.
Until she heard Ji Lingxiao's calm voice coming from behind her: "Zhi Ruo, go call Wan Rong. Go call Wan Rong back to treat grandma."
With just one word, Zhou Zhiruo's heart suddenly calmed down.
She hurried out to look for Ji Wanrong.
After listening to the servant's guidance, I finally saw the two of them in the corner of the forest.
The two of them were hugging each other without any gaps.
Mo Jiecheng wrapped his hands around Ji Wanrong's waist and hugged Ji Wanrong tightly.
His head was tilted and he was slowly lowering his head, as if he was trying to reach Ji Wanrong's lips.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly stopped and hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, not knowing whether to step forward or not.
Then a man's groan was heard.
Zhou Zhiruo was endlessly curious. He slowly opened a gap with his index and middle fingers and secretly opened his eyes to take a look.
Then he saw Ji Wanrong gritting his teeth and raising his hands, breaking away from Mo Jiecheng's arms, punching him on the head so hard that Mo Jiecheng's body turned away.
"I'm asking you if you have a fever, I'm not telling you to be as coquettish as you are now!!!"
