Ji Chengde recently took Miaoshoutang's pills and his voice was very loud. When he spoke with such force, it was almost loud.
Before the driver in front had time to answer, enthusiastic people heard his voice and shouted to Ji Chengde.
"No! No! I'm not missing. The carriage of Prince Han's Mansion is in front of me!"
"Princess Han seems to have specifically asked the driver to slow down so that the Nanyang Marquis Mansion's carriage can catch up!"
The people wanted to watch the excitement, and there was some laughter in their voices.
Ji Yunyao was in the carriage. When she heard this, her eyelids jumped. She opened the curtain again and confirmed that this was the way to the south center of the city.
"Is it possible that Ji Wanrong felt sorry for himself when he saw so many people laughing at the joke, and deliberately drove the carriage to Prince Han's Mansion?"
Ji Yunyao frowned slightly and murmured.
But it would be nice if we could drive to Prince Han's Mansion.
As long as I can see King Han, it's always good.
Ji Yunyao slowly held her scarred left arm, her expression slowly becoming firmer.
When Ji Chengde heard Ji Yunyao's words, he laughed sarcastically.
"What clever ideas can Ji Wanrong's brain come up with? Don't think too highly of her. If she brings this scoundrel to Prince Han's Mansion, I'm afraid Prince Han will be angry."
"At most, she just asked the driver to circle around the center of the south of the city and wait for the people to get tired and disperse. If they go to the slums in the west of the city, even if they are not slums, they will definitely not be able to live in any good houses."
There was a bit of contempt in Ji Chengde's words. Upon hearing these words, Ji Yunyao felt a lot more at ease.
She no longer opened the curtain, but calmly waited in the carriage to watch Ji Wanrong's jokes.
However, not long after the carriage left, it stopped here, and what followed was the noise of the people outside.
Several people on the carriage frowned.
Ji Chengde hurriedly opened the door curtain and got out of the car, but before he could stand still, the scene in front of him almost made him duck.
The house in front of you, on the left is the eldest princess's mansion, and on the right is the Queen and Concubine Li's natal home, Xu's mansion, which is also the home of Prince Han's grandmother.
The house in front of me is very large, magnificent and decorated with carved beams and painted edifices.
Two splendid stone lions are carved at the door. The luxury of the courtyard is comparable to that of its neighbors. On the plaque in the middle, the Chinese characters "Xie Mansion" are written in flowing water.
And Ji Lingxiao, who he said wanted to live in the slums, was pushed in by Ji Wanrong carrying large and small bags, leaving only a handsome figure behind him.
"Oh my god! We are actually neighbors with the eldest princess. This is much better than the old house in Nanyang Marquis Mansion. If it were me, I would move too!"
"Compared with the house in Nanyang Marquis' Mansion, Nanyang Marquis' Mansion really looks like a slum!"
All the people looked up and looked at the plaque hanging high in front of the door, marveling.
"It's worth dying to see such a wonderful house today. I still have to thank Mr. Xie and Princess Han!"
The people's voices of discussion were like an invincible whirlwind, giving Ji Chengde a lot of words.
The more Ji Chengde stared at the "Xie Mansion", he felt that the plaque seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing on his head, almost causing him to fall.
This evil! How could this villain afford a house even more luxurious than the Marquis's mansion? !
He suddenly felt dizzy and staggered back a few steps. After being supported by someone, he squinted and looked at the house in front of him. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.
He turned his head suspiciously and looked at Lin Wenrui behind him, who looked at him blankly.
"Master Marquis, this...isn't this the house of our Nanyang Marquis Mansion?"
"That's right! Isn't this the house of the Marquis of Nanyang?" Ji Chengde stamped his foot suddenly.
Ji Chengde stiffened his neck, his voice gradually getting louder, and he became more and more confident. His voice alone drowned out the voices of the people talking about it.
"I didn't expect that this lame man, who had already been kicked out by me, would shamelessly move into my house! This is the property of the Marquis of Nanyang!"
When the people present heard this, their eyes were blank.
Ji Chengde's back straightened even more. As he spoke, he hurriedly directed the servants behind him to stop Ji Lingxiao: "You are not allowed to enter my house. Don't dirty my place!"
Ji Wanrong heard Ji Chengde making a loud noise outside, causing the crowd to talk. She paused slightly and whispered a few words to Siqin beside her.
Then he slowly pushed Ji Lingxiao and walked outside.
Originally, she wanted to save some face for Ji Chengde, but Ji Chengde's behavior made it clear that he didn't need face.
At this moment, Ji Chengde was still yelling in front of the house.
Ji Yunyao kept whispering in Ji Chengde's ears: "Brother is your father's eldest son. It is normal for him to want to live in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion. However, my brother moved in without even saying hello. It is really unfilial. !”
Ji Lingxiao listened to her words, slowly raised his head, and looked at Ji Yunyao with eyes full of disgust.
He slightly stopped Ji Wanrong's movements, pushed the wheelchair under him, and came to Ji Yunyao. He smiled slightly and said, "Miss Ji, what you said is wrong. What does it have to do with you if Xie enters your house?"
"If you want to report it to the official, go and report it boldly! See who ordered the servants to break into private houses, and who showed off their power by taking things that don't belong to them?"
His voice was slow and clear, but it carried a chilling tone that belonged to the battlefield.
Ji Yunyao was very close to him. She lowered her head and clearly saw the murderous intent in Ji Lingxiao's eyes. The look in his eyes made her heart shrink suddenly.
Ji Lingxiao's voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart. It clearly reminded people of Lin Wenrui's former concubine, who usurped Ji Lingxiao's mother's position.
Ji Chengde felt guilty when he thought that this house originally belonged to Xie Xijun.
But he also thought that the land deed was left intact in the Hou Mansion, and Mrs. Ji only had one son, and she felt more confident.
So Ji Chengde gritted his teeth and frowned: "I don't have such a disabled son! Now he broke into my house privately. If he doesn't kowtow to me in front of everyone and apologize, I will never let him go. he!"
"Report it directly to the officer! Let him go to the cell!"
As soon as Ji Chengde finished speaking, he heard the sound of panicked horse hooves in the distance.
The chubby Jing Zhaoyin hurriedly stopped the carriage, rolled off the horse in a hurry, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Who is reporting to the official? Who is reporting to the official?"
When he saw Ji Chengde with his squinted eyes, he smiled toothily again: "It turns out to be the Marquis of Nanyang. Hello, Marquis! May I ask why you are reporting to the official position?"
Ji Chengde looked at Jing Zhaoyin in front of him and felt a little puzzled.
He didn't report it to the official? How did this person come so quickly?
However, feeling that the onlookers' eyes were focused on him, Ji Chengde straightened his back and spoke righteously.
"May I ask Lord Jing Zhaoyin, if someone in the capital breaks into someone else's house and takes it as his own, what should be done according to the law?"
"According to the law... I'll do the math..." Jing Zhaoyin waved his fingers and muttered something, "According to the law, I should have twenty punishments with the rod!"
When Ji Chengde heard this, he suddenly laughed, his voice was stuck, as if there was phlegm in his throat.
"Then please Sir Jing Zhaoyin, please take good care of this little thief who broke into other people's houses privately! Twenty big boards, I will personally imprison him!"
"ah?"
Jing Zhaoyin's green bean-like eyes widened, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Ji Lingxiao.
He looked at Ji Wanrong behind Ji Lingxiao, and his face twitched as he thought of something.
Feeling Jing Zhaoyin's gaze, Ji Wanrong crossed his hands on his chest: "The Marquis of Nanyang said that this house is yours, there should be proof, right?"
When Jing Zhaoyin heard this voice, he remembered her tigress attitude at the princess's house the day before yesterday. He didn't dare to offend her, so he tentatively spoke: "Then please, Mr. Marquis, let me see the title deed of this house?"
