The people present were surprised from beginning to end today, and they didn't even have a chance to close their mouths. Whatever happened, they felt that they were not surprised at this moment.
Everyone in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion looked pale, except Mrs. Ji, who always had her eyes closed, as if she had expected this.
Mrs. Ji slowly took two steps forward, put down the crutch in her hand, and made a respectful salute to the emperor: "I thank the Lord for your kindness!"
There was a faint smile on Ji Wanrong's lips.
But the emperor hadn't finished speaking yet.
He thought for a while, looked at the compassionate Master Jiuyun with his dark eyes, and then spoke to Ji Wanrong.
"Since Master Jiuyun said that Princess Han is a blessed person, I will give her the position of county lord and the name Qinghun. But since you are already Princess Han, I will not give you a mansion. I will allocate a fiefdom in Yue. I will give it to you, and reward several servants and a hundred taels of gold."
In fact, the emperor is not because of Master Jiuyun's previous words, "Blessed people," but because of his last words, "It can protect Beili's peace and tranquility for a hundred years."
Master Jiuyun's words are never wrong.
What's more, Master Jiuyun has been away from the mortal world for decades, but now he comes back to the world for Ji Wanrong. No matter what method Ji Wanrong uses to invite him here, this can only prove that Ji Wanrong has a close relationship with him.
The emperor was very sure that as long as Master Jiuyun sat in Beili for a day, other countries in Jiuzhou would not dare to invade.
Furthermore, there was someone in the palace who was staring at the position under him and became restless. He not only wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, but also to check and balance.
Everyone present finally understood what the emperor meant. Ji Yunyao almost fainted. Although she was kneeling on the ground, her whole body was shaky.
Concubine Hua slowly clenched her hands into fists, and Concubine Duan was filled with jealousy.
Why can Ji Wanrong benefit from everything?
Mo Jiecheng was not very happy either, because Ji Wanrong's fiefdom was in Yuedi, which was too far away from his fiefdom, and once she was made the county head, she would become even more restless.
He was worried.
Ji Wanrong didn't think so much. When she heard the emperor's words "number of slaves", she knew that this was an opportunity to meet a young man.
She took a step forward and knelt in front of the emperor: "My daughter-in-law is grateful for Your Majesty's grace, but my daughter-in-law does not need the position of county master, let alone several servants. My own personal maid is dying, how can I still protect her?" Can other people be accommodated?”
"My daughter-in-law, thanks to His Majesty's love, wants nothing but an apology from a noble concubine."
Concubine Hua was a firecracker. When she heard this, her breathing became heavier. She jumped up from the chair angrily: "Who are you? Are you worthy of me apologizing to you?"
In the past, also in the Queen Mother's Palace, Concubine Hua had apologized to Ji Wanrong in person. Everything that night had simply become Concubine Hua's nightmare.
When she dreamed back at midnight, the thought of apologizing to someone like Ji Wanrong would often wake her up, and she would even start to hear hallucinations, feeling that the concubines in the palace were secretly laughing at her.
Ji Wanrong smiled lightly: "It's not like I haven't apologized before. Why are you angry, my concubine? But this time, you're not apologizing to me, but to the tortured young man."
Jian Qing's wound was bandaged by Ji Wanrong. Her body was much better. She also took ibuprofen. She couldn't feel the pain now, but her face was still pale and her messy hair was stuck to her face.
Her throat was so hoarse that she could no longer speak. She was about to pull the hem of Ji Wanrong's skirt with her hands to stop her movement, but found that she could not move her hands at all.
When Concubine Hua heard this, she almost lost her temper and said, "How presumptuous! Do you know the following crime?"
But the emperor looked at Ji Wanrong, his eyes were extremely soft, and there was even a strange kindness hidden in his eyes: "My good boy, why should I call you Your Majesty? You want to call me Father."
"It's just an apology. Concubine Hua, you did something wrong this time. Go and apologize to Ronger's maid."
The way the emperor smiled gave Ji Wanrong a layer of goosebumps. Who would have thought that this person who called her Rong'er would burn her to death before half a stick of incense was left.
"Your Majesty?!" Concubine Hua pointed at herself in disbelief, feeling that her face was burning with pain.
The emperor's reaction was not as biased towards her as last time. He turned to look at Concubine Hua with a smile, and then said calmly: "You know what you did today."
Concubine Hua's domineering momentum softened at this moment, and she was even a little frightened.
It turns out that the emperor knows everything, but whoever he wants to die must die!
Thinking of this, Concubine Hua bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, stood in front of the chair, slightly lowered her proud head, and apologized to Jian Qing.
Jian Qing was so frightened that she trembled all over, but Ji Wanrong asked her calmly: "Jian Qing, do you want to accept her apology? You can also choose not to forgive her."
When the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting on the scene saw this scene, their eyes were full of envy. Jian Qing also knew that her master was seeking revenge for herself.
I'm afraid she is the first in the world to ask a noble concubine to apologize to a slave.
Jian Qing's eyes turned red again as he thought about it.
"Master, I accept it. Master, thank you."
Ji Wanrong nodded.
The emperor asked softly: "Rong'er, do you have any other requests?"
Ji Wanrong suddenly heard his soft voice and his lips trembled.
The emperor in front of her is already so weird. Does she still dare to ask for anything?
But before Ji Wanrong could speak, he heard a shy and flattering voice.
Ji Chengde rubbed his hands and smiled shyly at everyone: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Rong'er is the daughter of an old minister, and she is a member of the Ji family. She has been praised by His Majesty, and the entire Nanyang Marquis - and the entire Ji Mansion. of credit.”
"Although this little girl dare not say it, she wants to be filial and filial to her father. She no longer needs the position of county head! Just let the old minister have a baron! It will be passed down to two generations, and it will end with Liangxing! "
Ji Chengde felt that if he had not severed ties with Ji Wanrong, then Ji Wanrong would still be a member of the Ji family, and he would naturally understand the principle of both prosperity and loss.
What are the benefits of being a county leader? This title could not be passed down to her brother Liangxing. Only by raising him to a noble title could the Ji family's life be more prosperous.
Although Ji Chengde was panicked on the face, he was still a little sure in his heart.
This girl used to please him and give him special incense. He asked about it and found that even Ji Lingxiao didn't have it!
In front of the emperor, Ji Wanrong would definitely not dare to refuse her.
