Chapter 174 Knowing it's a trap, he still wants to fall into it? (Please urge for more updates)
Jiang Zhiyu rolled his eyes at him and sneered.
"You're taking advantage of me..."
He Yanting smiled faintly and said nothing.
The two of them took a carriage and headed straight for the city gate.
Those who were sick with the plague were isolated in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.
He Yanting's palace soldiers guarded them from a distance and did not allow anyone to approach.
The two put on masks and covered their heads with veils before entering.
Jiang Zhiyu caught a few typical cases and took their pulses one by one.
He Yanting followed closely like this.
His eyes never left Jiang Zhiyu.
From time to time, he came forward to ask if they needed help.
After examining a few people, they indeed had the same symptoms.
It should be the plague without a doubt.
Jiang Zhiyu took out two boxes of pills from her cat-head purse and handed them to He Yanting.
"Feed these to them. There are more in the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Send someone to get them from me later."
In fact, they were all in Jiang Zhiyu's space, but she was afraid that she would not be able to explain it clearly if she took them all out at once.
He Yanting left the medicine in the ruined temple, told the doctors to take good care of it, and followed Jiang Zhiyu out.
"Mr. Jiang, this medicine... was prepared in advance?"
He Yanting knew Jiang Zhiyu's ability a long time ago, but he still asked in cooperation.
[What's so strange about this! I can predict earthquakes and droughts...]
But in order to save her breath, Jiang Zhiyu still used the monk as a shield.
"It was the Imperial Preceptor who inferred it earlier. I also brought some for my third uncle."
He Yanting curled his lips and smiled:
"Minister Jiang is indeed foresighted."
Jiang Zhiyu was too lazy to argue with him any longer, so she got on the carriage and closed her eyes to take a nap. It was not
until they were close to the Grand Preceptor's Mansion that He Yanting woke her up quietly.
"Minister Jiang, we're here."
Jiang Zhiyu rubbed her eyes, ignored the hand He Yanting stretched out, and jumped off the carriage.
He Yanting did not blame her, and followed her with a faint smile.
Jiang Zhiyu walked a few steps quickly and found an empty room. She
unloaded all the medicines prepared in the room.
She breathed a sigh of relief after He Yanting moved everything out.
But before she could rest for a moment, Zhuying handed over another note.
"Miss, it was sent by the Second Prince's people."
Xiao Chuji?
He and she had never met before!
Why send her a note?
Jiang Zhiyu took it in confusion, and only after seeing the name on it did she understand what was going on!
Has this Xiao Chuji been obsessed with Xiurong?
How dare he send a note directly to her!
As for whether to go or not...
she still has to ask Ji Xiurong.
Let her make the decision herself.
When Jiang Zhiyu came to Ji Xiurong's room, she was learning flower arrangement. She
was so cute with her frowning eyebrows and carefully arranging the branches.
After Jiang Zhiyu's careful care over the past few days, Ji Xiurong's face has not changed at all.
Under her willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyes are affectionate, revealing her innate gentleness.
Her nose is straight, like a jade carving, and extremely elegant.
The red lips slightly opened, like the flower in bud in her hand, delicate and tempting.
Such a beauty, not to mention the two useless princes...
even she, would be attracted by her charm.
The setting sun shone obliquely, and Jiang Zhiyu couldn't bear to break the tranquility in front of her. She
just stood aside, waiting for Ji Xiurong to trim the branches.
After a long time, she finally saw Jiang Zhiyu.
With a slight surprise, she stood up and saluted.
"Miss Third? When did you come?"
How come you didn't even say anything?
"Ah, nothing... you go ahead."
"It's just flower arranging, there's no rush."
Jiang Zhiyu then sat down at the table, took out the invitation, and explained the purpose of her visit.
"Xiurong, except for the last time, have you ever met the second prince in private?"
Ji Xiurong was full of doubts.
"No..."
[No wonder this turtle grandson sent the invitation to her. He must have tried to make an appointment several times but failed, so he had to resort to this desperate measure! ]
[This Xiao Chuji is really deeply in love with her. What's the intention of this? ]
[Tell her... He knew it was a trap, but he still wanted to fall into it? ]
Ji Xiurong was shocked when she heard it, wondering if she had caused trouble for the Third Miss.
She asked cautiously with a tangled look:
"What happened? Third Miss?"
Seeing Xiurong's cautious and tentative eyes, Jiang Zhiyu hurriedly smiled and said:
"Ah, nothing! In a few days, the winter solstice will be held in the palace. The second prince specially sent an invitation and invited me to take you with him..."
[But if Xiurong goes, won't she run into the Sixth Prince Xiao Yili? ]
Ji Xiurong hesitated, not knowing what to do.
"Then I'll claim to be sick?"
[There's no need to avoid it deliberately. It seems that being entangled with the Sixth Prince is your destiny... Alas, poor man...]
"If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, forget it. It's up to you."
Ji Xiurong combined Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts and decided... It's
better to face it than to avoid it!
"Then, I'll go?"
"Okay, I'll prepare clothes for you."
Ji Xiurong nodded.
But she was a little confused.
Before that, she learned from the Third Miss's thoughts.
This Yurong was the Second Prince's sweetheart, so she was transformed into Yurong's appearance.
But her destiny was to be entangled with the Sixth Prince...
What about the Second Prince?
Who will help the Third Miss to control the Second Prince?
Listening to the Third Miss's thoughts...
The Second Prince had tried to harm the Young Master several times...
She had met the Young Master, and he was a very good person.
What should she do?
Ji Xiurong was confused.
It was not until the next day when Zhuying sent several sets of clothes to her room that she understood Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts.
After all, if the Third Miss wanted to use her to control the Second Prince,
she would definitely prepare a white dress.
Because Yurong likes to be simple and clean, and often wears white clothes.
But the Third Miss prepared three sets of clothes, but there is no white!
This also means...
the Third Miss has never used her as a tool!
Just like these dresses, she was allowed to choose by herself.
She was grateful for the Third Miss's respect for her.
But the more so, the more she wanted to find a way to repay the Third Miss's sincerity.
She wanted to do something for her!
For... friends.
"Sister Zhuying, do you have white?"
Zhuying was stunned for a moment, nodded and responded.
"I'll go ask the lady."
Jiang Zhiyu didn't think so much, just said "Listen to her!"
Turned around and was worried again!
Just now, Tan Shujing and Xu Youran sent dresses respectively.
Tan Shujing sent a gorgeous bright yellow;
Xu Youran sent a fresh pink.
The meanings of these two people are obvious:
Tan Shujing, the domineering type -
my granddaughter of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, she is definitely not inferior to others when she walks out!
Even when choosing a son-in-law, he must be extraordinarily appropriate!
Xu Youran, the self-recommendation type -
I have a daughter at home, she is only twelve years old, and she is not married yet.
Young talents, if you pass by, don't miss her...
Jiang Zhiyu is so confused!
Do these two want to marry her off so much?
Jiang Sulan heard the news and rushed over to join in the fun.
Seeing her distress, she laughed at her and felt sad.
Her marriage with the fifth prince is definitely not going to happen!
She doesn't know what kind of husband's family she will meet in the future.
However, under Jiang Zhiyu's crazy complaints, the feeling of loss disappeared in an instant.
The two sisters discussed for a long time and finally chose a low-key goose yellow.
It was playful and generous, and
it was very suitable for Jiang Zhiyu's skin color. However, Jiang Zhiyu had to face Jiang Sulan.
The tender pink color prepared by Xu Youran was finally worn by the eldest daughter who was a living signboard.