Chapter 155 Make him admit defeat with conviction! (Please urge for more updates)

Jiang Zhiyu quietly brought Ji Xiuling, ah, now she should be called Ji Xiurong, back to the house.

She thoughtfully arranged her in her own courtyard.

"Everyone in this courtyard is mine, you just live here steadily, and if you need anything, just tell me. When I'm not around, just look for Zhuying."

Jiang Zhiyu introduced Zhuying to Ji Xiurong.

Ji Xiurong nodded with her long eyelashes drooping.

Her voice was like a bell, soft and gentle.

"Miss, can you tell me, Sister Yu...did she have any special hobbies when she was alive?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Zhiyu exclaimed that she really understood! She

asked Zhuying to go downstairs to prepare dinner first, and Jiang Zhiyu stayed. She

told Ji Xiurong all the introductions to Yurong in the original book.

Jiang Zhiyu also studied Yurong last night.

You said she has something special, but she doesn't.

The only difference from other maids may be...

She is often indifferent to the second prince.

Could it be that Xiao Chuji has M tendencies?

I can't figure it out.

Jiang Zhiyu shook off the random thoughts in his mind and told Ji Xiurong.

"In fact, you don't have to do anything special. Just keep it the way it was before."

Otherwise, it would be too much and might backfire.

Ji Xiurong nodded as if he understood, but he also secretly took note of Yurong's preferences.

She usually likes to be quiet and likes to wear white clothes.

Through these, we can also infer what kind of personality she is.

Dinner is ready, Zhuying asked Jiang Zhiyu if she wanted to go back to eat.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care and said they could have some fun together.

Ji Xiurong was worried but also touched.

She was worried that her appearance would scare others;

she was touched that Jiang Zhiyu never treated her as a servant.

When the food was served, she was too timid to raise her head.

Every look or sigh from others made her feel uneasy.

She was in agony while eating the meal.

But she finally made it to the end.

Jiang Zhiyu could see that she was uncomfortable.

He left her some ointment for her face and left.

He didn't forget to ask Zhuying to make a bowl of noodles for Ji Xiurong later.

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu went to work in the palace as usual.

She also ran into He Yanting and his scumbag father Jiang Zhaorong in Yu's study.

They were discussing the battle between the monks.

[What is there to discuss? That Tan Luan is simply a fake! How can a monk lose to him?]

Hearing this, He Yanting tapped his thigh lightly with his folding fan, looking like he was enjoying the fun.

The emperor was also confident, and signaled with his eyes that Jiang Zhiyu didn't need to be polite and should come forward to serve.

Only Jiang Zhaorong seemed to have heard nothing, and his eyes followed Jiang Zhiyu closely.

Seeing that she didn't even look at him, he felt disappointed and a little worried.

He had heard Zhiyu say that Kang An's injury was a trap set by the second prince.

Now, Tanluan and Wujing are fighting, but the second prince is the one making the arrangements...

Didn't Zhiyu and Master Wujing lose the upper hand? No

matter how powerful she is, can she defeat Master Tanluan and the second prince?

When Wu Jing falls from the altar...

Then, Tan Luan will immediately identify Jiang Zhiyu as a demon!

Even though he has been divorced, as Jiang Zhiyu's biological father...

how can he escape unscathed?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat frequently and bent over again to ask for instructions.

"Your Majesty, the matter of the monks fighting is really absurd, I'm afraid it will damage the majesty of heaven..."

Jiang Zhiyu frowned when he heard this.

Mo Ding was almost rubbing his head with sparks.

[Is the scumbag father crazy? All the civil and military officials in the court are trying their best to protect themselves! How can he be outstanding? He is the only one who speaks out and advises, is he so capable? 】

The emperor couldn't help but curl his lips slightly when he heard this.

He Yanting also looked at Jiang Zhaorong with amusement.

Jiang Zhaorong was unaware of him, and his waist was bent at ninety degrees.

Seeing that he was insisting, the emperor had to put down the brush and asked in a straight voice.

"Then, what do you think, Prime Minister Jiang?"

Jiang Zhaorong was naturally panicked when he heard this.

His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground.

"I dare not... I just think that it is not appropriate to let the prince handle the affairs of gods and Buddhas..."

The emperor saw that he was panic-stricken, and that Jiang Zhiyu was still beside him, so his voice softened a lot.

"Prime Minister Jiang, stand up and talk."

"I obey your command."

Jiang Zhaorong lay on the ground, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his court robe, and climbed up tremblingly.

The emperor continued to speak.

"Although Chu Ji is a prince, he has been a monk for many years and is considered half a Buddhist. It is most appropriate for him to preside over the battle between high monks."

"But..."

Jiang Zhaorong wanted to fight for it again, but was interrupted by the emperor.

"What's more, this time, it was also the idea of ​​Jiang Shishu."

Jiang Zhaorong looked at Jiang Zhiyu in surprise.

He secretly blamed himself, this child, how confused!

How could he not discuss such a big thing with his father?

Jiang Zhiyu raised his chin proudly when he heard this, and complained in his heart.

[It's me! You never expected it... I want the second prince to preside over it. Not only do I want him to lose, but I want him to lose with conviction!]

The emperor heard her thoughts and looked at her lovingly.

He Yanting also smiled helplessly.

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned and stood there.

What... what's going on?

The childish expression just now.

She must be muttering something in her heart!

Why...

why can't he hear it?

Could it be...

could it be because of the divorce?

He froze as if he was hit by thunder. There was

a buzzing in his ears and a blank mind.

Only one sentence kept echoing in his mind -

he...

really lost his wife and children.

Seeing Jiang Zhaorong's instantly lost look, He Yanting stopped what he was doing.

He stood up and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I think the Prime Minister's worries are not unreasonable." The

emperor looked at him and motioned him to continue.

"I am brave enough to recommend someone to Your Majesty who can prepare for the monk battle with the second prince."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

He Yanting nodded, stood up, and looked at Jiang Zhiyu.

"It is the Prime Minister's eldest son, Jiang Shishu's elder brother - Jiang Kang'an."

[My eldest brother? Well, let my eldest brother participate, he is almost sick from being idle at home...]

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and gave a thumbs up!

The emperor had this idea early on, and he smiled knowingly when he heard it.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhaorong, who was still standing there as if struck by lightning.

"What do you think, Prime Minister Jiang?"

Jiang Zhaorong was still immersed in the blow of not being able to hear Jiang Zhiyu's voice.

It was hard to come back to his senses for a moment.

Seeing that the emperor called him but he didn't respond, He Yanting gently pulled him.

"Prime Minister... Prime Minister? His Majesty asked."

Jiang Zhaorong then began to move his lifeless eyes and stammered.

"Your humble servant, I will obey the emperor's order."

"Okay, in that case, the ceremony will be scheduled on the third day..."

[No, no, no! Three days are not enough! At least ten days... How can I remind the emperor! ]

Jiang Zhiyu was struggling with his words, but the emperor suddenly changed the subject.

He swallowed the half-sentence and changed it to:

"The ceremony will be scheduled on the third of next month."

Jiang Zhiyu put down the inkstone and counted on his fingers.

Then he smiled happily.

[Hey, exactly ten days! The emperor is getting more and more lovely! Happy! ]

The emperor couldn't help laughing again when he heard it.