Chapter 249 Reset

Feng Qingsui just wanted to give Ji Changqing a taste of his own medicine, but he didn't expect Ji Changqing to be more straightforward and directly drive him out of the capital.

"Second Master is truly far-sighted."

After Xiji moved away, she said to Ji Changqing.

"Not only does it teach them a lesson, but it also prevents them from abusing your power and authority in the future."

Ji Changqing smiled and said, "It's all thanks to your brilliant plan."

He had completely forgotten about Lu Wude, but she still remembered him and sent someone to her house to pretend to be his eldest son.

Feng Qingsui just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that she seemed to be about to go out, Ji Changqing asked, "Today is the beginning of winter. Why aren't you staying at home? Are you going to the Zong family?"

Feng Qingsui shook his head.

"I asked someone to make a batch of sweaters and down jackets, and prepared some daily necessities and snacks, and planned to send them to the children in the Salesian Home."

Last year, due to her limited financial resources, she only sent winter clothes to the children in the orphanage where Hua Ling lived. This year, Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion made a lot of money, so she made clothes for the children in other orphanages as well.

The Beginning of Winter is Xiaoyu’s birthday. Her sister has made donations to the orphanage on the Beginning of Winter in previous years, and she plans to continue this good example.

Ji Changqing thought of the embroidered painting hanging in the exhibition hall of the orphanage, and his eyebrows unconsciously softened.

"I'll wait for you to come back and eat dumplings."

Feng Qingsui said hello.

He immediately took Wuhua out.

She first delivered winter clothes, daily necessities and snacks to several orphanages that she had not visited last year, and finally came to the orphanage where Hua Ling and her brother Hua Cheng were.

"lady!"

When Hua Ling saw her, she ran towards her, waving her arms like a little butterfly.

"It's so warm in our courtyard now."

She couldn't wait to share the new things happening around her with Feng Qingsui.

"The steward put a coal stove in our room. The coal cakes burned in the stove look like honeycombs, without any smoke. But we can't close the windows when it's burning. The steward said that closing the windows will poison us..."

Feng Qingsui naturally knew that honeycomb coal was proposed by her master, but she still listened to Hua Ling's sharing with great interest.

"With the coal stove, we can always have hot water in the yard, and we can also bake pancakes, roast peanuts, and roast taro!"

"I don't hate winter at all now."

Feng Qingsui smiled and said, "That's great."

She distributed the daily necessities and snacks she brought to the children in the yard, and Hua Ling cheered again.

"It's the dim sum from Guixianglou! My brother said yesterday that he had saved up enough coins to buy me some dim sum from Guixianglou."

Hua Cheng stood silently aside, and the boy's eyes and brows showed a bit more determination.

Feng Qingsui asked with a smile, "How did you save up the copper coins?"

"Help people make coal cakes."

Hua Cheng replied.

The imperial court made the production method of honeycomb coal public. The honeycomb coal used by the people in the capital now was made by buying coal powder, mixing it with yellow mud and using molds.

Hua Ling smiled and said, "The coal briquettes made by my brother are durable and easy to light. All the shops around here like to ask him to help them make them."

“That’s great.”

Feng Qingsui praised.

She opened the wooden box she had brought with her, pointed to the four porcelain bottles inside, and said to Hua Cheng, "This is the scar removal cream I made. Although it won't restore your face to its original state, it should make the scars much lighter."

After saying that, he told Hua Cheng how to use it.

Hua Cheng took the wooden box and said solemnly, "Thank you, Madam! I will always remember your great kindness."

Feng Qingsui smiled slightly and said, "It's just a small favor. You're welcome."

After chatting with the brother and sister for a while, she said goodbye and left.

After returning home, Qi called her to Cining Hall to eat dumplings.

To her surprise, Ji Changqing also made glutinous rice cakes.

“Eat it while it’s hot.”

Ji Changqing was smiling.

The freshly fried glutinous rice cake has fine lines on its golden crispy shell. When you bite it open, you will find the snow-white and soft glutinous rice core, and the warm rice aroma will hit your nose.

She ate a glutinous rice cake in small bites and sighed with a smile: "Time flies so fast. Another year has passed in the blink of an eye."

Qi sighed in unison, "That's right. I don't know how these days have flown by. In the blink of an eye, I'm another year older, and my white hair has doubled in number."

Feng Qingsui craned his neck, glanced at her bun, and asked in confusion, "Where are the white hairs? I can't find a single one."

Qi glared at her.

"There are so many baby's breath, and you only know how to coax me."

"I'm telling the truth." Feng Qingsui gave Ji Changqing a look, "If you don't believe me, ask Changfeng."

Ji Changqing said seriously, "Mother, you look younger than last year."

"How is that possible?"

Qi gave him a glare.

“Who, after experiencing the loss of a child, is younger than they were last year?”

Ji Changqing: “…”

Ji Changqing: “…”

Feng Qingsui almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Qi continued, "As the eldest brother and his wife, you only need to mourn for Changqing for nine months. You can remarry in another four months. Now is the time to submit your betrothal documents."

Ji Changqing was shocked: "Four more months?"

"What else do you think?"

Qi asked back.

Ji Changqing: "...I thought we could get married after the national mourning period."

Qi snorted coldly.

Who is to blame?

I dug my own hole.

Feng Qingsui said obediently, "I'll listen to my mother."

Ji Changqing: “…”

He is probably the only one in this world who cannot get married because of mourning for himself.

However, before going through the three letters and six ceremonies, there is one important thing to do.

The next morning, after the court session concluded, he announced to the officials, "My mother was chatting with an old servant yesterday and unexpectedly discovered that my brother and I had our identities swapped when we were children due to a mix-up between servants. Now that the truth has been uncovered, we should all return to our proper places and restore our original identities."

Officials: “???”

What?

What did you say?

"That is to say, I am the second son, Ji Changqing, and my brother who died in Jiangzhou is the eldest son, Ji Changfeng."

Ji Changqing continued.

"From today on, I will change my name to Ji Changqing and return to my status as the second son."

Officials: (☉☉)

I'm speaking human language, so why can't they understand?

Whose twins change their names at such an old age?

We've been wrong for so many years, can't we just let it go?

What to exchange it for?

Those who thought quickly immediately thought of Ji Changfeng's resurrection from the dead, and a trace of horror flashed across their eyes.

Is the person who came back from the dead Ji Changqing or Ji Changfeng?

If it were Ji Changqing, what would Lega's achievements mean? The ultimate fantasy of a civil official—abandoning the pen to join the army, crushing the military commanders, and commanding the attention of foreign lands?

If it was Ji Changfeng, why would he exchange identities with his brother for no reason?

While the officials were still thinking, Shangguan Mu's gaze had already passed over the court officials in front of him and met Ji Changqing.

Ji Changqing's eyes were calm and composed.

Shangguan Mu's heart was filled with turmoil and thunder.

As soon as Ji Changqing walked out of the Qinzheng Hall, he immediately turned around and followed him.

After catching up with Ji Changqing, he punched the fellow on the shoulder and said through gritted teeth, "You hid it from me for so long! I burned hundreds of taels of silver in paper money for nothing."

Ji Changqing turned around and looked at him intently: "Our friendship is only worth a hundred taels of silver?"

Shangguan Mu sneered.

"Do you know how much paper money you can buy with a hundred taels of silver? It's enough for you to spend ten thousand years in the underworld."

Ji Changqing: “…”