She rolled her eyes at Ji Zhanzhong, who was also a monk, and said with a smile:
"Why, those who shave their heads are all great monks?"
The hidden meaning in this sentence made Ji Xiurong feel uneasy.
She was worried that the third young lady was beginning to dislike her brother.
Busily trying to make amends for him:
"Miss Third, calm down. Brother doesn't know anything."
Ji Zhanzhong had no time to pay attention to Jiang Zhiyu's indirect criticism, but just looked at Ji Xiurong thoughtfully.
If what this woman said was true...
That……
He will never enter the palace.
Even if he had to be a poor monk for the rest of his life, he could not joke about Ling'er's lifelong affairs.
Although he was in the Buddhist sect, he had also heard of the horrors of the deep palace.
The woman's life within those high walls was worthless...
He couldn't let Ling'er ruin her life because of his selfish desires.
He put down the Buddhist beads in his body and turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu.
"What should I do?"
[Hmph, you don't call yourself a poor monk anymore?]
[You're a wise guy! If you keep nagging me, I'll give you a pack of knockout pills and make you sleep for three days and three nights!]
Ji Xiurong: ...
Fortunately, my brother changed quickly.
"It's nothing, just excuse yourself by saying you're sick and that's it. As for Xiao Chuji, I'll handle it..."
Jiang Zhiyu stood up, glanced at the handsome monk, turned around and left.
Ji Xiurong was about to follow, but she was worried about her brother and gave him instructions with concern.
"Brother, just listen to the Third Miss and never enter the palace!"
Ji Zhanzhong frowned and nodded, seeing that Ji Xiurong was about to stand up.
He hurriedly grabbed Ji Xiurong's wrist.
"Ling'er, brother can't be with you, be careful!"
How could Ji Xiurong not understand Ji Zhanzhong's worries, and nodded solemnly.
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