Chapter 95: Is the Emperor so worried about her?

Ji Qingyuan stared at her fiercely and said, "How dare you come to Third Brother's funeral hall to burn incense?! He was killed by you."

These days, something happened to Ji Changyan, and his mother, Mrs. Wu, seemed to have gone mad. Even the old lady who loved her the most fell ill.

Within a month, the second branch fell into such decline.

But the mother and daughter of the first wife were still doing well and lived a comfortable life. Even at Ji Changyan's funeral, there was no sadness on their faces.

Ji Qingyuan said hatefully: "How could the Ji family have a cold-blooded person like you!"

Ji Qingwu saw the deep resentment in her eyes and frowned. The dead are the greatest, and he didn't want to argue with her here.

She lowered her shoulders and tried to keep the peace.

But Ji Qingyuan suddenly rushed to her and grabbed her arm.

He insisted, "You don't want to answer because you feel guilty, right? Then what happened that night? Why was Third Brother taken away? You can't leave unless you explain clearly."

She took out a knife from somewhere and showed it in front of Ji Qingwu.

But before Ji Qingyuan could utter any threatening words, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist. Someone slapped her arm and the dagger fell to the ground.

Ji Qingwu had no time to experience what it felt like to have a knife on his neck.

The scene before him shocked Ji Qingwu again.

The man appeared in an instant and disappeared just as quickly as black lightning.

She looked at Ji Qingyuan, whose face was twisted in pain, and said, "No matter what happened that night, it is a fact that Ji Changyan killed the censor. The emperor did not blame the Ji family for it. You were not exiled to the north, and now you can enjoy a luxurious life. You should be grateful."

Ji Qingwu, who was excluded from the whole incident, understood why Emperor Wu Su did this. He confined her feet, which seemed to be a punishment, but was actually a protection for her.

She was sent to Prince Yong's bed by her brother. Although she was the victim, gossip can destroy a person, and even if nothing happened, her reputation would be ruined.

After returning home from the palace, Old Madam Ji did not ask what happened that night. This was because the old lady understood that the emperor acted quickly and ruthlessly, and there might be other reasons behind it.

At this point, the more we know, the more trouble we will get into.

But there was still Ji Qingyuan, a simple-minded but courageous girl left in the second house, who rushed directly to Ji Qingwu to interrogate him.

Ji Qingyuan was in so much pain that sweat broke out on her face. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Who was that person who just came out?"

Ji Qingwu picked up the dagger on the ground and walked towards her in the face of panic.

She slapped Ji Qingyuan's face with the back of the knife.

But her tone was gentle and soft: "Fourth sister, do you really want to know what happened that night? And who was that person who appeared just now?"

The blade pressed against her face, bringing a bone-chilling chill. Ji Qingyuan shuddered and tried hard not to step back, her lips trembling.

Ji Qingwu continued, "But if you knew, you would die. Since you are so anxious to know and want to stand up for Third Brother, then go down and accompany him."

"I'm telling you right now."

He said, leaning close to her ear.

Ji Qingyuan was like a paper tiger, she was already too frightened to speak. She endured the pain in her wrists, covered her ears with both hands and shook her head violently.

"I, I don't, don't want to listen anymore..."

Ji Qingwu looked at the shining knife in his hand.

A helpless smile appeared at the corner of her lips. In fact, the dagger had no blade at all. It was just an ornamental knife inlaid with gems. It couldn't even peel an apple.

Her fourth sister always causes trouble in front of her.

It's so bad that it's worrying.

But I don’t know whether the black shadow that appeared just now was Sanchuan or Sihai. After the house arrest was lifted, have they still been by her side? Is Emperor Wu Su so worried about her?

Ji Qingyuan saw Ji Qingwu lower his head and smiled, then in a good mood he put the knife back into his hand.

Then, he left her a message and left.

Ji Qingyuan stood there, pondering over fifth sister's words.

"You don't even know if the knife is sharp or not, so how can you tell whether a person is good or bad? Forget it, I won't bother with you."

This time, Ji Qingyuan not only felt severe pain in her wrist, her face turned purple, and her chest felt like it was about to explode with anger.

But she didn't dare to stop him again.

After the funeral, the Ji family was quiet for a few days, but because a young member of the family died early and had committed a serious crime, the mourning hall was removed after a few days of memorial service.

The Ji Mansion soon returned to its former state.

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The Northern Li people are martial.

There are one or two horseback riding and archery ceremonies every year, and this year it will be held at the royal Mulan Paddock.

However, the date is much earlier than in previous years. I heard that it was mentioned and finalized by the emperor himself.

The noble ladies from each family who were good at riding and shooting were eager to show off their skills at the riding and shooting ceremony.

When Ji Qingwu went to Anjuyuan in the morning, Qiao specifically mentioned this matter to her. Ji Qingwu was actually itching to do it, but she felt that she should keep a low profile and had not yet decided whether to sign up.

When I returned to Wutong Garden, I found an extra set of things on the table.

It is a complete set of riding clothes in dark red with golden lotus patterns embroidered on it.

The outfit was complete with a top, breeches, outer skirt, veil, and horse harness. Unlike the ones she had worn before, this one was intricate and noble, with exquisite details.

Who gave it to him silently? Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered and he already had the answer in his mind.

A few days passed in a flash.

The Horseback Archery Ceremony would usually begin with Emperor Wu Su himself shooting the first valiant arrow.

Emperor Wu Su was standing on a high platform right in front of the target, wearing silver armor that shone brightly under the light, making him look even more handsome and extraordinary.

Ji Qingwu couldn't help sweating in her palms as she sat on the side stands. The platform was dozens of meters away from the target, and from her position she couldn't even see the circle of the bull's eye.

When shooting arrows in front of everyone's attention, you must hit the target without any deviation.

Emperor Wu Su leaned over and drew the bow. His right arm effortlessly pulled the bowstring to its full extent. Then, with the combined efforts of both hands, the arrow flew out of the air like a peregrine falcon.

Ji Qingwu nervously clutched his sleeves, his eyes closely following the direction from which the arrow was shot.

The gorgeous bow and arrow, the flashing white blade, and the sound of clanging!

The feather arrow hit the center of the bull's eye hard, and the white feather at the tail looked bright and dazzling against the backdrop of the red target circle.

At this moment, not only the target was shaking, Ji Qingwu felt that the tip of his heart seemed to be trembling along with it.

There was a thunderous cheering sound, the waving flags could block out the sun, the only sound was the neighing of war horses, and thousands of people fired their bows and arrows at the same time, and the arrows flew like rain.

Ji Qingwu stared at the tall figure of the man on the high platform, with ripples in his eyes.

The moment that sharp arrow was shot, it carried with it the momentum of saving the situation.

Just looking at the arm strength and accuracy of this arrow, Ji Qingwu thought that among the Northern Army, only Wei Ting could compete with him, and no one else should be able to match him.

The scene of Emperor Wu Su holding her arm and shooting arrows at her in Jiying Hall last time was still vivid in her mind.

Now thinking about the force of that arrow, His Majesty the Emperor must have been teasing her.