After Ji Wanrong washed and changed, he went to Ji Lingxiao's yard. Ji Lingxiao heard her intention and nodded, wanting to go with her.
Today's capital is not peaceful, and assassinations occur frequently. Going with Ji Wanrong can be regarded as taking care of his sister.
The two of them had a good discussion, but when they left Xie's house, they saw an unexpected but not unexpected person.
It's Mojie City.
Next door to Xie's residence is the eldest princess's mansion.
A carriage was also parked at the door of the eldest princess's house, and the eldest princess was talking to Mo Jiecheng beside the carriage. Princess Chuyang was listening obediently.
The mother and daughter looked as if they were about to go on a long trip.
The sun was shining brightly, and the glass stirrer above their heads was shining brightly.
Even when Mo Jiecheng was chatting with the eldest princess, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and use his hand to block his eyes.
Ji Wanrong saw the stirring sticks on their heads. Although he had seen them many times, he still felt a little funny and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
But who would have expected that after just two more glances, Mo Jiecheng's cold eyes swept over him.
Ji Wanrong was so frightened that he quickly turned his gaze back.
But Mo Jiecheng was unwilling to give in. He stared at Ji Wanrong with his dark eyes, then walked towards Ji Wanrong with a cold face and strode towards Ji Wanrong.
"Ji Wanrong, as my king's concubine, you stayed up all night last night and today you went out without telling me. Do you know what you did wrong?"
The questioning in public, in front of his brother and the eldest princess, caught Ji Wanrong off guard.
Ji Wanrong did indeed make a mistake in this matter, and she did not expect to meet him face to face the next day. She did not know how to refute for a while.
Ji Wanrong shivered all over as she watched Mo Jiecheng walking in his direction step by step.
Before she could speak, she heard Yuan Yizhi's voice coming from behind her: "His Royal Highness, King Han, you... why do you have a cold face towards Wan Rong? Don't you know this is scary?"
Ji Wanrong turned his head in surprise and saw Yuan Yizhi hurrying to the door.
It looked like she was dressed up to see Ji Wanrong off, with half of a stirring stick stuck in her hair. It looked like the other half of the eldest princess's head.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched suddenly. She didn't know when Yuan Yizhi met the eldest princess, and she ended up like this.
But I heard a crisp voice again: "This is very scary. You don't want to bully my sister Rong'er in public, do you?"
Mo Jiecheng turned around and saw Princess Chuyang raising her eyebrows at him, with the stirring stick on her head shining brightly.
"Jie Cheng, you did something wrong this time. If you have anything to say, please speak up."
The eldest princess had already boarded the carriage. When she heard the noise outside, she also opened the curtains, revealing the stirring rod on her head, and spoke to Mo Jiecheng Shenchen.
What kind of strange organization is this?
Those of them who wear shiny things on their heads are scary!
The corner of Mo Jiecheng's mouth twitched, he rubbed his eyebrows, and quickly turned his gaze back to Ji Wanrong's face.
However, feeling the glare on his back, his originally solemn expression slowly changed, and the corner of his mouth was forced to curl into a smile.
He asked again in a soft voice: "I just want to ask, why didn't you go home last night?"
Ji Wanrong stared at the weird smile on Mo Jiecheng's face, frowned and said, "I want to live with my brother in my own home, can't I?"
Seeing Ji Wanrong's unrepentant voice, Mo Jiecheng's eyes widened for a moment: "You are now Princess Han, of course not..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt that three scorching gazes behind him, no, four death gazes, were almost trying to eat him alive.
So his fierce aura softened in an instant, and he smiled flatteringly at Ji Wanrong: "Okay... of course!"
"There have been frequent incidents in the capital recently. I was afraid that you would be in danger outside, so I came here specifically today to escort you~~"
Being in the enemy camp, Mo Jiecheng knew for the first time what it meant to speak well.
Ji Lingxiao, who was standing aside, heard this and naturally understood what Mo Jiecheng meant.
It had only been a short time since the last time Ji Wanrong was assassinated. There was a turbulent undercurrent in the capital, and there was no peace at all.
And his legs and martial arts have not fully recovered.
Mo Jiecheng resigned from his official duties in the army today and came here specially. He must have known something in advance. With him escorting Rong'er, he was better off than himself and would never be in danger.
When Ji Lingxiao thought of this, he gave up the idea of accompanying Ji Wanrong and instead persuaded Ji Wanrong to agree.
When Ji Wanrong saw what his brother said, and considering that Ji Lingxiao's legs had not fully recovered yet and might not be able to endure the long journey, he agreed.
The two of them were riding in Xie Zhai's carriage.
Ji Wanrong was very cautious this time. He checked the carriage and horses inch by inch and found that there were no problems and there was no strange smell before getting on the carriage.
As soon as Ji Wanrong got on the carriage, Mo Jiecheng followed closely and sat down next to Ji Wanrong.
Xie Zhai's carriage was not as big as Prince Han's. As soon as he sat down, the space next to Ji Wanrong was filled to the brim.
The fragrance of fir trees pouring into Mojie City's nose. As the carriage swayed, their knees bumped together from time to time. Ji Wanrong could still hear the gentle friction of the corners of their clothes.
"Xie Zhai's carriage is better. Sitting on the carriage is warm and soft!" Mayor Mo Jie took a breath and squinted his eyes.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched suddenly: "The reason why it's so soft and soft is because you squeezed me."
Mo Jiecheng deliberately leaned closer to Ji Wanrong, almost leaning against her.
It was soft, fragrant and comfortable underneath him. He narrowed his eyes happily before speaking slowly.
"The king entered the palace yesterday and told his mother and aunt about the ointment. They were all shocked. Because the ointment was delivered to them by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, saying it was tribute from foreign countries, and the quantity was very small. I compared it carefully and confirmed that it is the same thing. My aunt has even started to use it, but only once, so there is no accident."
Mo Jiecheng said, squinting his eyes, and his voice gradually became colder: "I didn't expect that King Duan's hand would stretch out so long, and he wanted to harm me, my mother, and my aunt. Go up to the front court and the harem, Went down to Nanyang Marquis Mansion, and even in my military camp, they were there, how could this not send shivers down my spine?"
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he frowned and thought for a while.
Mo Jiecheng seemed to have determined that the mastermind behind this was a member of King Duan's party, and it was King Duan and Concubine Hua who could stretch their hands so long.
But she had never met King Duan, nor had she seen his face, so she couldn't be sure what kind of person he was.
However, she had seen Concubine Hua's face and knew her character well. Concubine Hua was straightforward, irritable, high-profile, lacking in brains, straightforward, and did not look like a scheming person.
And from the fact that Lin Wenrui used drugs to frame her mother in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, it can be seen that they have been preparing for more than ten years.
After dormant for more than ten years, King Duan was not born yet. Who would give her advice?
And what does she want? Want the back position?
Ji Wanrong couldn't think of answers to these questions, so she thought for a while and asked Mo Jiecheng another question.
"Then have you asked people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and asked them whether Concubine Hua's palace got this ointment?"
