Ji Xiurong got on the carriage, but she was still feeling uneasy.

Can she convince her brother?

Even if everyone believed that my brother was a monk, a cold and aloof Buddhist...

But only she knows!

My brother had to become a monk out of necessity!

She still remembered that her stepmother gave birth to her younger brother when she was only a few years old.

The family, which was not well-off to begin with, was now even worse off.

In the past, no matter how much she tried to persuade him, even if he scolded her or beat her, she and her brother could still fill their stomachs.

But ever since her stepmother gave birth to her younger brother, she couldn't even have porridge to drink...

My brother is the same, he doesn’t even study anymore.

He worked in the fields all day long, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

Her father didn't know, but she did.

The child brought by my brother and stepmother, Daniel...

Although they all worked in the fields together, Da Niu was strong and healthy, but he never worked properly.

Every time he would snatch the pig grass that his brother picked and the firewood that his brother collected.

When we got home at night, there was very little firewood in my brother's backpack.

But the big cow’s is full.

My brother was beaten a lot for this.

My father never makes the final decision...

After having a younger brother, he treated his stepmother even more harshly, turning a blind eye to her.

The trigger that led to my brother's becoming a monk...

It’s actually just a small thing in daily life.

That winter, her stepmother went out and left her at home to take care of her younger brother.

It's rare for my brother to have time to boil water and take a bath at home.

In fact, on weekdays, my brother just takes a dip in the river and that’s it.

But it is cold in winter.

The cold water was freezing, making taking a bath extremely difficult.

After the stepmother finally took Da Niu out, the brother took a break from his busy schedule and wanted to boil some water to take a bath.

Unexpectedly, the stepmother returned home early.

I saw my brother with his bare back and long hair.

He picked up the fire poker at hand and started beating.

Beating and cursing at the same time.

"Useless thing! What's the point of me raising you? I have to find you a wife... You're such a grown-up boy, but you're just sitting around eating for free..."

Later they found out that the stepmother was just upset and Da Niu failed to get married again.

I just took my anger out on my brother.

Seeing his brother being beaten to a pulp with his upper body naked, Ji Xiurong tried to stop him.

But he was also grabbed by the hair and thrown against the wall.

Even his head was broken.

My brother Ji Zhanzhong was just curled up to avoid the sticks.

But when he saw Ji Xiurong's little face covered in blood, he couldn't help but resist.

He stood up, pushed his stepmother away, and hugged Ji Xiurong in his arms.

"We didn't eat for free! We worked!"

He was indignant.

"Hey, you didn't eat for free, right? Then why don't you bring back some money... Even that little bit of pig grass you picked is considered work? How many coppers can it be exchanged for?"

The stepmother scolded more and more excitedly.

"If you have the guts, take this little loser out and live with her! Let's see if you can support her!"

It was this sentence that made the brother harden his heart and bring Ji Xiurong, who was still a child, to the foot of Yuhua Mountain.

The two of them found an abandoned wooden house, and Ji Zhanrong took her with him to beg for food.

Until she couldn't stand the cold winter weather and fell seriously ill.

Her father and stepmother came to look for her and secretly brought her back home.

But when she woke up again, her face was black, red and swollen...

Her brother angrily took her back and sought help from the abbot of Yuhua Temple to treat her facial problems.

She survived and her brother became a monk.

But fortunately, she never went hungry again...

Even though she was left with a long scar on her face by the naughty kid who followed his mother to burn incense, she didn't feel that much pain.

After all, even without the scar, she wasn't much better looking.

But my brother was crying alone in the middle of the night.

Be ruthless and make sure you can succeed one day!

So that no one dares to bully them anymore...

Now, the second prince has chosen his brother to enter the palace to recite scriptures.

Ji Xiurong knows...

My brother will never give up this opportunity easily.

Even if she went back, she might not be able to persuade him.

With trepidation in his heart, Ji Xiurong finally arrived at Yuhua Temple.

Even though she hurried as fast as she could, the people from the palace had already arrived when she got off the carriage.

Ji Xiurong went straight to Ji Zhanzhong, or should I say, Wangchen's meditation room.

"Brother, brother, are you in there?"

Wang Chen was packing his bags and had not yet had time to tell his sister, with whom he depended on each other, the good news.

Seeing that she arrived at the right time, he happily opened the door.

But he just stood there in a daze.

"You... Ling'er, your face..."

Ji Xiurong's brows relaxed for a moment.

Seeing my brother, I felt inexplicably relieved.

She squeezed into the meditation room and turned around to close the door.

Take Wangchen aside and make a long story short.

"Brother, my face is healed. It was Prime Minister Jiang's Third Miss, the Palace Secretary Jiang, who helped me!"

Forget the dust but still feel happy.

Only in front of his sister does he not have to pretend to be worldly.

"That's a great thing! But... why did she help you?"

Ji Zhanzhong, who is well aware of human nature, does not believe that anyone would unconditionally help inferior people like them.

Ji Xiurong hesitated for a moment, but still did not tell anyone about Jiang Zhiyu's beauty trap.

Even though the person in front of her was her most trusted brother.

"I went to ask her for help. The Third Miss was kind enough not to charge me for the consultation and even allowed me to stay at the Grand Tutor's Mansion to recuperate."

Ji Zhanzhong frowned.

"Ling'er, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if it does, it won't fall on your head or mine..."

"Well, I know, brother, what about you?"

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