Chapter 159 Scream! No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out
Jiang Zhiyu saw two people holding her back and forth, and stood on the shoulder pole angrily.
"If I don't kill her, you will come back to the capital with me!"
Ji Xiurong looked up at her with some embarrassment, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.
The old lady was surprised and secretly happy to see Ji Xiurong hooking up with a new noble.
She thought, this time she ran into him, right?
Let's see what this little bitch has to say!
She will never give up unless she builds a new house for her eldest son!
Seeing that Ji Xiurong was about to get up, the old lady hurriedly grabbed her coarse cloth skirt and whispered:
"Ling'er, your brother's new house..."
[Damn it! Are you using your eyes to vent your anger? You really don't take me seriously! 】
Seeing Ji Xiurong hesitate, Jiang Zhiyu looked at Ji Xiurong in disbelief.
【No way! If you really dare to give her money in front of me, don't say you know me when you go out! 】
Ji Xiurong was still struggling with how to answer her, and after hearing Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts, she quickly shook off her hand.
Without saying a word, she stood behind Jiang Zhiyu.
Jiang Zhiyu was somewhat satisfied, and whispered to Zhuying.
"You get on the carriage first, and I'll make the final decision."
Zhuying hesitated for a moment, and still left with Ji Xiurong who was full of worry.
The old lady was left on the ground, trembling with fear, wanting to shout but not daring to, so she called her in a low voice:
"Ling'er! Ling'er ah——"
Jiang Zhiyu heard the sound of the door closing, and with a grunt, he pushed in front of the old lady.
"Scream! No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out..."
The old lady:...?
Why do these words sound so familiar...
Before he could think about it, Jiang Zhiyu picked up the stick and swung it.
Five times, every hit missed!
He beat the old lady until she fainted.
Jiang Zhiyu stood still with steady breathing and threw away the stick.
"I'm tired after not moving for a long time!"
He turned around and scooped a bucket of cold water from the water tank, and splashed it on the old lady to wake her up.
"Don't, don't hit me..."
After seeing who was there, the old lady rolled and crawled into the corner.
She was still showing off.
"You, you... just because you have money, you can beat anyone you want? Is there still law in this world?"
Jiang Zhiyu threw away the stick and walked slowly towards her.
The old lady was so frightened that she covered her head with her hands and screamed:
"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"
Jiang Zhiyu just looked down at her with a cold voice:
"These five hits are for Ling'er to pay you back! Remember this--"
She slowly squatted down and approached the old woman.
"My name is Jiang Zhiyu... If you are not satisfied, you can go to the Taishi Mansion to find me, go to the Dali Temple to sue me, or..."
She sneered and approached.
That look, those cold eyes...
just like an evil ghost Shura crawling out of hell, without any warmth.
"You can go to the front to complain! As long as you dare, I'll wait for you."
Then she clapped her hands and left.
With the sound of the door closing, the wet old lady rolled her eyes and fainted again.
She got on the carriage and was silent all the way.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't speak until they returned to the mansion and entered the courtyard.
"Have a good rest, I'll do the bone massage tomorrow."
Seeing Jiang Zhiyu turn around, Ji Xiurong came back from her daze and called her.
"Miss!"
Jiang Zhiyu looked back at her, and she asked cautiously.
"Miss...are you not angry with me?"
Jiang Zhiyu smiled softly, "Of course not, don't think too much!"
She just felt that...
the women here are quite sad.
They are bound by the three obediences and four virtues and are unwilling to resist.
Although this person is the one who went to the palace to slay the dragon for her brother in the original drama...
it's no different.
They each went back to their rooms, and Jiang Zhiyu didn't even eat much dinner and went to bed.
Despite this, she quickly recovered the next day!
As promised, she did a facial for Ji Xiurong, and did bone massage for her every day, accompanied by acupuncture.
Although time was a bit tight, they finally made it to the Grand Ceremony five days later.
Ji Xiurong looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror and couldn't help crying with joy.
This was another self she had dreamed of every night for the past ten days!
She loved her.
"Are you satisfied?"
Before leaving the house to attend the grand ceremony, Jiang Zhiyu came to her room to visit.
Ji Xiurong saw her figure in the mirror and quickly stood up and kowtowed.
"Miss...Miss, you are so kind, Xiurong will repay you with a token of gratitude!"
Seeing that Ji Xiurong was about to kneel again, Jiang Zhiyu hurried forward and pulled her back.
"I'm glad you're satisfied. I'm going to attend the Grand Ceremony. See you later!"
Ji Xiurong nodded excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The two left the palace one after another to participate in the grand battle ceremony that shocked the court and the country
. The grand battle ceremony was held at the long-sealed Tianqi Altar.
The altar was set up outside the palace, and the people could also watch.
The people of Tianqi, who had not seen such a grand occasion for a long time, surrounded the altar tightly.
Under the guard of the Yulin Army, they looked up at the emperor on the altar from afar!
At the top of the Tiantan viewing platform, the emperor was wearing a dragon robe, a jade belt, and sitting on the throne.
Standing behind him on the right was the head of the internal officials, the eunuch Fuping who was delivering the emperor's orders.
Standing behind him on the left was the new star of the dynasty - the first female official of Tianqi, the attendant Jiang Zhiyu.
Looking down.
In addition to the several princes who were under house arrest, the second prince and the sixth prince had arrived and stood at the emperor's lower right hand in a proper manner.
He Yanting and Prince Boer of Mobei stood on the emperor's left hand. Civil and
military officials also wore neat court robes, and were arranged on the left and right sides according to their official positions, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
As the trumpet of the ceremonial guard sounded.
The second prince, wearing a gold-threaded and gemstone cassock and holding Buddhist beads in his hands, slowly walked up to the Tiantan.
Above the altar, smoke was lingering and incense candles were burning brightly.
The second prince stood in front of the altar burning with sandalwood, reciting Buddhist scriptures. After reciting
the scriptures
, he stepped back, knelt on the ground, and prayed to the sky.
Civil and military officials, along with thousands of people, also prostrated themselves on the ground.
The whole process was solemn and dignified, and no one dared to make a loud noise.
Even the emperor had to nod his head and lower his eyes.
Only Jiang Zhiyu was looking around, her mind noisy.
[Wow, there are so many people! ]
[The emperor's guards are so majestic! ]
[Prince Boer still has such a big chest! ]
[What is the second prince mumbling about? Why doesn't he get up yet? Did he fall asleep? ]
[……]
The emperor was disturbed by her noise and couldn't help but raise his head to peek.
It didn't matter that he raised his head. He happened to meet the eyes of Xu Yanli, the chief of the officials...
Both of them lowered their heads quickly as if they had done something bad and were caught.
Xu Yanli was so nervous...
He was disturbed by Jiang Zhiyu's noise and wanted to raise his head to signal his granddaughter to be quiet...
How come His Majesty raised his head!
The emperor...
The emperor was not convinced!
I am the emperor!
The true dragon emperor!
What can't I see?
Zhiyu raised his head, what should I be afraid of?
Raise your head!
Raise your head openly!
Let me see who dares to look me in the eye...
Then he swept the audience under the stage with a righteous and confident look.
After a cup of tea, the second prince stood up and announced:
"The battle begins immediately. There are three rounds of battle, namely, identifying objects, finding people, and occupying houses."
He turned to the onlookers and explained the process of the battle. He
was only halfway through his speech when his scanning eyes stopped on a woman in a white veil.
The voice stopped abruptly, and the whole audience was silent.