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Ji Rui subconsciously overlooked the possibility of the child's death. She slightly waved her sleeve and took a whiff of the faint Plum Blossom Fragrance that lingered; it was still there after all this time.
As she pushed the door open, she saw the smiling woman beside her, a maid who had been tasked with taking care of her. Had she really just left her to take care of herself and gone to bed? If she had come a little later, they might have ended up as lovers.
The maid, upon seeing her, reluctantly knelt down. Ji Rui ignored her, accustomed to swallowing her grievances. The man was the first to complain, "Why are you here again? You just delivered something. Are you so idle now that you manage the Ji Family?"
"I'm not idle," she replied, "but I did manage to sneak away for a moment. I sent someone to the physician who has settled here after retirement to get you a warming Prescription."
"You asked for your whereabouts to be kept secret, so there aren't many who can come deliver Herbal Medicine to you. The doctor gave me quite a few instructions, and I was worried they wouldn't convey them clearly, so I came myself."
The man sighed in annoyance. "Haven't I told you? I only need some topical ointment for this injury. What do I need all this Herbal Medicine for? I'm not drinking it."
He glanced at his new favorite, who looked pitiful with her pleading eyes, making his head spin. He turned to Ji Rui and said, "During your absence, Ling'er has been very attentive. If you punish her too harshly, where will I find someone as pleasing as her?"
"I didn't make her kneel."
"With that fierce look on your face, anyone would be scared of you."
Ji Rui suppressed the urge to leave and continued to stall for time. She feared that the Medicine Effect might not be enough and stepped a little closer. "Is my face no longer to your liking?"
"You’re over forty now; what do you think an old face looks like? Don’t you have any self-awareness?"
Lin Nai sighed, "I really was blind back then."
"Am I any better? I couldn't even protect a child."
He always used the child to poke at her heart. After hearing it so many times, Ji Rui felt numb but still experienced waves of hidden pain—within an acceptable range. However, hearing it today struck deeper; hatred fueled her and strengthened her resolve.
Ji Rui dared not forget her mission; the enemy's taunts were just words that didn’t require too much attention.
"Enough," she said. "You’re injured; I don’t want to argue with you anymore. She's just a lowly maid; do as you please with her."
The man chuckled mischievously. "Then what are you doing standing there? Do you want to watch me play?"
Ji Rui found a chair and sat down. "A group of people came over; their noise gave me a headache, so I stepped out for some air."
"What kind of people?"
Ji Rui sighed, "I’ve lost my mind again. I took someone else's child, and now we can't agree on a price. I thought I'd let them stew for a bit."
"Tsk, our son is truly unfortunate—lost by you when he was young. Even if we find him now, with a crazy mother like you... if word gets out, it will ruin his future."
"I'll see who dares to slander the Ji Family!"
It's just a small Ji Family, Ji Rui. Have you been pampered into confusion by others? You disdain our Ji Family, yet you hold your hand out for money, and even when given silver, you're not satisfied; you want boxes of gold instead. With so much gold every year, even if you keep a hundred mistresses outside, it should be enough for you, right?
Ji Rui deliberately stoked the flames, and the man became furious, leading to a heated argument. According to Miss Sang later, during the Wenxiang period, if emotions fluctuate greatly, the effects of the medicine kick in faster. Moreover, when people argue, their alertness decreases. With time still not up, Ji Rui suddenly decided he wanted to vent his frustrations.
The man was reluctant to part with his money bag and didn't want to get involved in the troubles brought by the Ji Family's downfall. He suppressed his murderous intent and only engaged in a verbal dispute with Ji Rui.
Ji Rui kept track of the time and as soon as it was up, he withdrew. The man was left with a belly full of anger, suddenly having nowhere to vent it as he sat alone on the bed, panting heavily.
Ling'er, who had been kneeling beside him in a quail-like position, moved closer at that moment and comforted him in a soft voice. Her little hands were quite restless, stirring feelings within the man. However, his physical pain left him powerless to act; he could only endure for now.
He held Ling'er and chatted casually, and before long, their conversation drifted to Sang Qingxiao and her group. Ling'er remarked that there were six or seven adults and four or five children in their party, making it impossible to tell which adult belonged to which child.
Such a strange combination! If they were slaves, there would be no need for compensation; they could simply claim they were worried the children had been abducted and needed protection instead. Clearly, they could avoid paying anything, but my Big Girl just loves to play pretend.
Ling'er said that your Big Girl is just pretending to be serious; she’s the cleverest and most adorable one around. After giggling with the man for a while, she continued that among that group was only one grown girl holding a Black Cat; the rest were all men—three monks in total—two big ones and one small one. Even though they had shaved heads, one could still vaguely see the scars on their scalps when they sat down.
Sir, isn’t that strange? Could that Little Monk be the child of a monk? And is their biological mother really that girl? Tsk tsk tsk, what a tangled relationship!
Those who engage in dirty deeds have dirty thoughts. Ping Riri enjoys talking about such nonsense with this gentleman; it’s shameful yet secretly addictive for her. Ling'er often concocts stories to cater to his interests.
She thought this gentleman would extend the story with her as usual. But after waiting for a while without hearing any response, Ling'er looked up in confusion only to be startled by his expression. Instinctively kneeling up as if about to bow her head, she was stopped by the man who smiled and asked if that Little Monk had a red mole on his forehead.
Yes! Sir, have you seen him before?
The man hugged Ling'er and kissed her fiercely. "I have seen him," he said with some lingering grievances. "And without me needing to look for them, they've come right to my door."
Do I really not need to keep an eye on them? Ji Rui felt uneasy yet somewhat regretful; he wanted to see how that person had changed with his own eyes.
"Sang Qingxiao," she asked with a hint of challenge, "are you tired of living?"
Ji Rui chuckled, thinking that someone had to keep an eye on the changes happening around him.
"You'll know tonight without needing to worry," he replied. "Shall I arrange accommodations for you?"
"Please do, but make sure it's closer to the north side."
As Ji Rui was giving instructions, he noticed her maid approaching with an air of confidence. Dressed modestly, she let a few strands of hair fall deliberately, her eyes sparkling with mischief that she couldn't quite hide. Despite her respectful demeanor, there was a clear provocation in her expression.
With a feigned softness, she bowed and said, "Big Girl, I'm back to serve you."
"Back so soon? It’s only been a short while since the incense burned," Ji Rui remarked. "Considering the other trivial matters and your walking time, tsk tsk, is my useless son-in-law already failing?"
Ling'er interjected with displeasure, "Big Girl, how can you slander your own husband like this?"
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