Ji Zhanzhong was stunned.
Obviously, I didn't expect my sister to throw the question back.
Considering this point in time, Ji Zhanzhong's brows relaxed and he said with a smile:
"What's wrong with me? The Second Prince once worshipped Buddha at Yuhua Temple, and we've crossed paths several times. It's no surprise that he gave me this opportunity to enter the palace."
Instead, he felt somewhat contented.
Proud of himself for being able to stand out among hundreds of monks.
Ji Xiurong had expected this to happen and sighed softly.
"Brother, the Second Prince is not a good person. Please don't go, okay?"
Ji Zhanzhong didn't care and stood up to continue packing his packages.
"Ling'er, you haven't met the Second Prince, so don't speak nonsense."
He glanced down at Ji Xiurong and continued.
"Besides, even if he has bad character, what can he do? He is a prince, and he is born with the right to be unfair..."
"Can……"
Seeing that he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, Ji Xiurong hurriedly snatched the robe from his hand.
"Brother! The palace is too scary. I don't want you to go there. I'm worried about you!"
Ji Zhanzhong had already made up his mind and looked at her intently.
"Ling'er, this is the only chance I have to give you a good life!"
Good days...
But Ji Xiurong doesn't want to live a good life!
Now her face has healed and she no longer has to worry about food and clothing.
What good life is your brother still pursuing?
"But, brother, I just want you to live well..."
Ji Zhanzhong hadn't seen Ji Xiurong's tears for a long time.
Now seeing her delicate and beautiful face, tears welled up on her face...
It made him feel a little helpless.
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