Chapter 366 Kneel down! She was terrified.

When Ji Qingrong saw the room full of people, she exclaimed and was about to bow to the worried Prince Yong and the sullen Princess Qingyun, despite her large pregnant belly.

Ji Qingwu coughed.

Prince Yong immediately stood up and said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I will not stay any longer." He stared at Ji Qingwu and said, "If the Princess needs to find me, please send someone to find me."

Qingyun also stood up and came over to help Ji Qingrong.

"Big Cousin, do you and I need these formalities? Come and sit down. Judging from the month, you should be giving birth soon."

Ji Qingrong had never received such a warm welcome from Princess Qingyun before. She suppressed her surprise and responded with a smile.

"It will take more than a month."

Ji Qingwu sat next to her elder sister, a faint smile on her face, her eyes shining as she gazed at Ji Qingrong, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at her.

If Qingyun and other outsiders hadn't been there, Ji Qingrong would have really wanted to touch her face.

Ji Qingwu asked, "Big sister, what do you need me for?"

She looked down at her stomach, her eyes widening slightly: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Qingrong said, "I'm not feeling unwell, I'm perfectly fine." She whispered, "There's something wrong at home, come home with me."

Upon hearing that something had happened at home, Ji Qingwu's eyes widened and she became nervous.

Since her last visit home, when Qiao kicked her out, the mother and daughter had not been in contact again.

"Has something happened to Mother?"

Otherwise, why would her pregnant elder sister be alarmed, and why would she even go to the Wei family to look for her?

Ji Qingrong said, "We'll talk about it on the way back."

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The Ji family.

Ji Qingwu followed behind Ji Qingrong, entering the mansion one after the other, but they were not heading in the direction of Qiao's Anju Garden.

Instead, it was Madam Ji's Shou'an Hall.

Upon reaching the door, Ji Qingrong snapped out of her reverie and saw her fifth sister standing at the bottom of the steps. She stopped and waved to Ji Qingwu.

"take it easy."

Ji Qingwu took a deep breath and nodded.

The Shou'an Hall was filled with a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

Before even entering the door, I could hear Madam Ji's heartfelt and joyful laughter.

Both Wu, the second wife, and Ji Qingyuan were present, but this time Ji Qingyuan followed the rules and sat in the last position, not close to the old lady.

The person sitting next to Madam Ji was someone else.

Even the usually serious Qiao Shi smiled as she looked at the person at the head of the table.

Just then, the servants came to announce that the eldest daughter had returned.

Qiao smiled and looked towards the door: "Grandpa, Qingrong is back."

Gibran nodded, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Chunxing helped Ji Qingrong into the house first. The Marquis of Zhongyong's residence had already received news that her father was returning home.

Ji Qingrong dressed up in a colorful brocade dress with butterflies and floral patterns, which made her complexion look radiant and full. At first glance, it was clear that she was living a good life after her marriage.

Ji Bolian noticed that behind his eldest daughter was a girl dressed in simple blue clothes, whose attire was not as glamorous as that of the servants in the Marquis's mansion.

Ji Qingrong first bowed and greeted her grandmother, then turned her gaze to Ji Bolian, her eyes blurry with tears, and said, "Father."

Ji Bolian said with a stern face, "Why are you crying? You're not behaving like a proper lady of the Crown Prince."

Qiao withdrew her gaze from the person behind Ji Qingrong and said, "Qingrong, you are pregnant, and your father is worried that you will hurt yourself by crying."

Gibran said calmly, "Sit down and let's talk."

Inside the room, only Ji Qingwu remained standing. With no one blocking her view, she looked up and stared directly at the middle-aged man sitting upright in the hall.

Even with a beard, you can tell that he must have been handsome in his youth. His features weren't particularly striking, but his eyes didn't have the cloudiness that comes with age; they remained clear and bright.

This is her father.

Ji Qingwu was engrossed in her observation, and it matched her expectations...

This is quite different from the old man who was rigid, conservative, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and wished he could give away all his wealth to sacrifice himself for the country.

At the same time, Gibran was also looking at her, his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth visibly pulled down.

The smile on Qiao's lips vanished. Although the couple had been apart for a long time, she knew that Ji Bolian's expression at this moment meant dissatisfaction.

She said, "Grandpa, this is Qingwu."

He then winked at Ji Qingwu, saying, "Qingwu, go sit down next to your sister, don't stand."

But Ji Qingwu didn't move an inch, standing there like a wooden stake.

Ji Bolian was not as kind to Ji Qingrong as he had been to Ji Qingrong. Even though the person in front of him was his youngest daughter, he immediately reprimanded her.

"Is this the attitude that children should have when they see their parents and elders?"

Mrs. Qiao explained, "Xiao Wu probably hasn't realized it yet; she's been away for so many years—"

Gibran said, "After all these years away, she's back now, and this is how you teach her manners?"

With just a few words, Qiao lowered her head in response.

Ji Qingyuan advised, "Uncle, please don't get angry. Fifth Sister has always been like this, even..."

As she spoke, she covered her lips with a handkerchief, lowered her head, as if she had said something she shouldn't have.

“What? Tell me.” Ji Bolian’s face darkened.

Ji Qingyuan said with difficulty, "Even my grandmother was made sick by her."

Madam Ji didn't say anything, but her attendant, Granny Feng, sighed deeply, confirming that what Ji Qingyuan said was true.

Ji Qingwu didn't argue, nor did he look at the people putting on an act; he just stared at him.

Gibran was intolerant of any wrongdoing. Thinking of how his elderly mother had even fallen ill from anger caused by his youngest daughter while he was away from home, he could not suppress his rage.

Kneel down!

Ji Qingwu's brow twitched.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for so long, the first words her father spoke to her were these two words.

He told her to kneel down.

A slight smile appeared on Ji Qingwu's lips.

Qiao said anxiously, "Master."

Ji Qingrong added, "Father, Fifth Sister came back specifically to see you. You'll frighten her if you do this."

Gibran slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair and said, "Where did she come from? Did she come back from the Wei family?"

"The fifth young lady of the Ji family has not only made quite a splash in Lin'an, but she's practically famous throughout the land. I dare not acknowledge such a daughter."

Ji Qingwu lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Even without Ji Qingyuan's words, Uncle Ji's impression of her wouldn't be good.

Qiao said, "That's all in the past, and Xiao Wu already knows he was wrong."

Ji Bolian also took his anger out on Qiao Shi, saying, "A doting mother spoils her son. Her current state is all because you pampered her!"

Madam Ji stepped forward to uphold justice, saying, "Bolian, your wife has worked so hard at home all these years, so you can have peace of mind when you're away. Don't let Ruying feel disheartened."

The old lady brought the issue back to Ji Qingwu: "It's because this child has too stubborn a temper; no one can control him."

Upon hearing his mother speak, Ji Bolian turned his head, took a sip of tea, and calmed his mind.

Ji Qingwu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.