Ji Tong looked at her suspiciously. Could she be so kind?

But Jiang Kang'an was also there. Since they were brothers, he and Jiang Wenjing should be about the same. He had been able to use this to make Jiang Wenjing feel pity for him before, so Jiang Kang'an should not be much different...

Ji Tong is well aware of his appearance advantage, and he can easily arouse people's sympathy.

Even if others scold him as, "A good man with a foxy face," so what?

As long as it is useful, it's fine.

Ah Fu walked past him. Ji Tong suppressed his gaze and coughed lightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Zhiyu say, "Speak out and make us happy."

Ji Tong: “…”

He just knew it!

Perhaps he was mentally prepared, so he was not surprised at all when Jiang Zhiyu said this.

"Miss Third, please don't make fun of me."

He gritted his teeth and Jiang Zhiyu chuckled.

[You're not even angry, Big Brother should have noticed something, right?]

Jiang Kangan lowered his eyes.

Indeed, since it concerns his family and he is looking for him, his friendship must be deep.

Zhiyu spoke like this, but he was angry not because of the matter, but because of the words...

"Zhiyu is just a child, Master Ji, please don't take it to heart."

Jiang Kangan's words were full of defensiveness. Ji Tong's mouth twitched as he said, "The Third Miss is a person of temperament. I've seen that before."

There were hurried footsteps coming, and the two servants were sweating profusely. When they saw Ji Tong, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master..."

Jiang Kangan had no intention of listening to their explanations. His expression was calm. "For failing to serve you well, you will each receive twenty lashes and lose your monthly salary. If you do it again next time, you will not have to return home."

The two servants turned pale instantly. After kowtowed to express their gratitude, they looked at Ji Tong with trembling eyes.

Ji Tong clenched his fist and saluted: "Then I will not bother you two anymore."

After he left with the two servants, Jiang Zhiyu politely declined Jiang Kang'an's invitation to have dinner and walked out of the yard shaking her head.

My mission is complete~

【Now go find that monk! 】

Monk?

…

In Wanxiang Courtyard, the servants were slacking off. When they saw Jiang Zhiyu coming in, they were frightened and broke out in cold sweats.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored them and went straight to the woodshed. The servants looked at each other, but no one dared to stop him or follow him.

The woodshed was locked, so Jiang Zhiyu chopped it open with an axe and kicked the door open.

Wu Jing felt something was wrong when he heard the noise, and quickly hid behind the firewood before the door opened, but he was so big that Jiang Zhiyu saw him at a glance.

"Don't hide anymore, your master is gone."

Wu Jing was shocked, but he had been cheating for so many years, so apart from anything else, his mental strength was still very strong.

He walked out from behind the firewood, stood up straight, and made a gesture: "Amitabha, benefactor, you are joking. I don't have a master."

His eyes paused, and he said passionately: "If there really is one, then it must be the gods and Buddhas in the heavens."

When he puts on airs, he really looks the part.

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

[I was wondering why the sky cleared up, it turns out you're the one who left me speechless.]

She curled her lips and smiled: "Gods and Buddhas?" Step by step closer: "You said that if I kill you now, will your gods and Buddhas save you?"

Wu Jing was used to reading people's expressions. As soon as he saw the murderous look in her eyes, he knew that she was not joking, and he immediately became angry.

"Auntie, Auntie, just treat it as a fart I just passed. It will be blown away by the wind. Don't take it seriously. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

He nodded and bowed, no longer showing any of his previous composure.

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand, and Wu Jing leaned over to listen. She couldn't help but smack her lips in surprise: "Hiss, Miss, this plan is really..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Just do it. When you're done, there will be a big reward."

Upon hearing the reward, Wu Jing nodded repeatedly: "Miss, don't worry, leave this matter to me, just wait for good news."

As he spoke, he secretly looked at Jiang Zhiyu. He obviously looked so well-behaved on the outside, but he didn't expect that she was such a black-hearted person.

"Then I've been..."

"Tonight at midnight, I'll have someone open the side door. You slip out through there, and when you deliver the message, put it under the bricks at the base of the wall. Do you understand?"

Wujing nodded repeatedly.

After Jiang Zhiyu gave the order, he swaggered out of Wanxiangyuan.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was midnight. When the time came, Wujing carefully pushed open the door of the woodshed, felt the wall, and walked towards the side door.

Song Shiwei brought him in through the side door. Wu Jing had already memorized the route, so he had no obstructions along the way.

When he saw the wide-open side door, his heart finally settled down and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Promising to Jiang Zhiyu at that time was just a temporary idea she came up with. Once she really left the Prime Minister's Mansion, who would bother with her affairs? The money she got from Song Shiwei was enough for her to live a luxurious life for the time being.

After leaving the house, how could a delicate young lady like her find herself? Impossible!

He felt relieved and refreshed as soon as he walked out the door. He looked around and ran away!

But before he had run a few steps, he retreated hastily with fear in his eyes.

A man in black stood in front of him with his arms folded. He looked at him as if he were a dead person. Wu Jing retreated step by step, and the man in black approached step by step.

"Help, help!"

Wu Jing ran to the Prime Minister's residence in a panic. The place he had been eager to escape from before now became his refuge.

He twisted his foot and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the black-clad man's dagger was about to pierce his body, Wu Jing closed his eyes in despair.

"Ding--" The sound of swords slashing across the air was heard. Wu Jing opened her eyes and saw the delicate young lady from the daytime, holding a long sword in her hand, forcibly knocking the dagger out of the assassin's hand!

Wu Jing's eyes were as big as copper bells, and there were only two words in his mind.

Oh shit!

After seeing her fighting back and forth with the assassin and even having the upper hand, Wu Jing started swallowing her saliva and her legs were shaking.

Seeing that he was extremely frightened, Jiang Zhiyu sneered and dodged deliberately. When the assassin pounced on him, he pierced the assassin's throat with a sword, and blood immediately covered Wu Jing's face.

Wu Jing was already so frightened that he lost his voice. The assassin was lying on top of him, but his hands seemed to be stuck in cement and were too heavy to lift.

Jiang Zhiyu had no intention of helping. He stood beside him with his arms crossed, looking at him with a gloating look.

A strange smell wafted through the air. Jiang Zhiyu frowned, then turned away when he saw the water stains on the ground.

He was so scared that he peed his pants.

"Now you understand, even though I let you go, there are still many people who want to kill you. You are lucky today. Otherwise, if you died in the alley, no one would have found you until your body stinks."

Wu Jing finally came back to his senses.