Ji Wanrong roared angrily, and a strange silence ushered in the green bamboo forest.
Mo Jiecheng's chest was rising and falling, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.
Although Zhou Zhiruo was standing far away, he could see a huge five-fingerprint on Mo Jiecheng's three-dimensional handsome face.
Feeling the sinister aura of Mojie City, it swept across like a storm, as if it was about to swallow up Ji Wanrong.
Zhou Zhiruo felt bad and hurried forward, planning to smooth things over.
"I didn't expect His Royal Highness Prince Han and Wan Rong to be here, but they made it easier for me to find them." Zhou Zhiruo stood beside Ji Wan Rong with a smile.
He grabbed Ji Wanrong's arm and blocked her behind him, "The small bamboo forest in Wutong Garden is quiet and quiet, which is quite suitable for a date between the prince and the princess."
Then she boldly raised her head and saw Mo Jiecheng looking like he was secretly relieved.
Mo Jiecheng's vicious warning sounded in their ears.
"Your words and deeds are shameless, and Miss Zhou even looked at you!"
"With outsiders present, I will reluctantly forgive you for beating me. If you do it again in the future, I will definitely deal with you severely!"
His voice was gloomy, sounding like he was about to eat someone, but Zhou Zhiruo saw an expression of relief on Mo Jiecheng's face.
This King Han turns out to be a tough talker!
Zhou Zhiruo smiled from the bottom of his heart and realized that this young couple was just having fun.
It also made her an outsider worry too much.
Thinking of her purpose here, she hurriedly turned to look for Ji Wanrong: "Ji Yunyao fainted on the spot. My ancestor felt angry and a little bad when he saw her like this. You'd better go and have a look."
After Ji Wanrong heard this, he looked up at Mo Jiecheng and asked about his whereabouts.
Unexpectedly, Mo Jiecheng shook his head at her: "I will wait for you in the carriage."
Ji Wanrong understood and knew that Mo Jiecheng did not want to see Ji Yunyao when he entered, so he hurriedly followed Zhou Zhiruo back to Wutong Garden.
Wutong Garden was still in a mess. Ji Yunyao was still lying in Lin Wenrui's arms with her eyes closed, her sleeves rolled up high, exposing her scalded, red and swollen wrists.
Ji Wanrong also saw a long and ferocious scar on her left forearm.
It penetrated the entire forearm.
She paused, frowned slightly, and hurriedly walked to the inner bedroom where Mrs. Ji was.
Mrs. Ji had already woken up, and the mute woman was wiping her cheeks with a wet cloth.
Ji Wanrong lifted the bed curtain and called her gently. Seeing her eyes looking towards him, the stone in his heart slowly fell to the ground.
She gently pinched Mrs. Ji's wrist and felt her pulse.
It is a sudden fainting caused by a sudden attack on the heart.
"Grandma, you are in good health. It's better to be less angry." Ji Wanrong said, taking out the silver needle from the space, and then wanted to give her acupuncture.
But Mrs. Ji refused her hand to apply the acupuncture, slowly raised her head, and stared at her intently.
Ji Wanrong looked into her eyes. The sockets were deep, the eyelids were droopy, and there were already wrinkles.
Water drops slowly seeped out from her cloudy eyes and rolled down the corners of her eyes.
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt a very sad feeling in his heart, and then felt her old and weak hands slowly brushing the broken hair on his forehead.
Her hoarse and vicissitudes of life echoed in Ji Wanrong's ears: "Rong'er, you really look like your mother..."
"I'm sorry for Xijun, I'm sorry for Ling Xiao, and I'm sorry for you."
Ji Wanrong was slightly startled.
Xie Xijun, this was the second time she heard this name, and the second time she heard someone say that she looked very similar to her.
Apart from her and Ji Lingxiao, the only ones in the room were Yu Po and Zhou Zhiruo.
So Mrs. Ji slowly stood up, took off a plain silver hairpin from her head, and folded it gently to reveal the key. Then she used the key to open the secret box under the pillow.
What Ji Wanrong saw was a thick stack of land deeds and a thick stack of banknotes.
"I know that the unfilial son owes you. This is the dowry your mother saved for you when you were young. Some of the land deeds and banknotes belong to me, and some belong to Xijun. They are all here. .”
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he raised his head in surprise and looked at Mrs. Ji's weather-beaten face. She did not reach out to take the land deed and the banknote.
Because this stack of land deeds and banknotes seems to be too much, but it is not just as simple as what Mrs. Ji said was left to her by the original owner's mother-in-law.
It probably also contains the title deed of Nanyang Hou Mansion.
Mrs. Ji looked at her, rolled her eyes, and immediately stuffed the land deed and banknotes into Ji Wanrong's arms.
"Why are you being polite to your grandmother? How many times has Lin Wenrui asked for this treasure, but I have never said that I don't have it. If you don't want it, someone else will take it away."
"Not only yours, but also your brother's. You keep it for now and leave it to your brother to get a wife later."
Ji Wanrong listened and had no choice but to take the land deed and banknote from her hand.
She lowered her head and looked through it carefully. Sure enough, except for Mrs. Ji's and the original owner's mother's, the rest were the private property of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion.
All the property of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion was probably in her hands.
Ji Wanrong didn't understand why Mrs. Ji suddenly wanted to hand over all the belongings of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion to her, a married daughter.
She only felt that the things in her hands were heavy.
"I know that you are a capable person, and I have only one request. If one day, the Nanyang Marquis Mansion will collapse, I only hope that you will spare no effort to save the Marquis Mansion."
Save the Hou Mansion instead of Ji Chengde?
Ji Wanrong felt that there was a deep meaning hidden in Mrs. Ji's words.
Feeling Mrs. Ji's trust and her gentle gaze, Ji Wanrong felt her heart warm: "Brother and I are both from the Nanyang Marquis Mansion no matter what."
After hearing these words, Mrs. Ji closed her eyes tiredly and took a long breath.
Then, Ji Wanrong spoke softly: "But I want to know, what kind of person is my mother?"
"Your mother... Xijun is a very good person..."
When Mrs. Ji heard about Xie Xijun, not only Ji Wanrong, but also Ji Lingxiao, who was silent at the side, pricked up his ears to listen.
But before Mrs. Ji could finish her words, she heard Ji Chengde's angry voice coming from outside the bedroom.
"Ji Wanrong, you have treated grandma well, why are you still staying in there and not coming out?"
"Are you lazy and don't want to treat your sister?"
When Ji Wanrong heard this voice, he hurriedly hid the land deed and banknotes in his sleeves.
