Late at night, Ji Bohan knocked on Chunxiang's door with a talisman.
However, after knocking several times, there was no movement from inside.
Ji Bohan frowned and waited silently until dawn.
Chunxiang finally woke up. Ji Bohan heard her getting up. He knocked on the door and lowered his voice deliberately. "Aunt Chunxiang, it's me. Don't say anything. Just open the door and let me in."
Chunxiang, who was about to open the door to ask, swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She quickly put on her clothes and tiptoed to open the door. In the dim light, she saw Ji Bohan sitting at the door, as if he had been waiting for a long time. She stepped aside to let him in, then closed the door and asked in a low voice with a puzzled look on her face, "Second Young Master, what's the matter so early?"
"Aunt Chunxiang, I want to ask you for help with something." Ji Bohan said as he took out a talisman from his pocket.
Chunxiang looked at the talisman paper, a little surprised, "Second Young Master, please speak."
Ji Bohan explained the whole story to Chunxiang.
Chunxiang's face changed drastically. She didn't expect that there were such vicious people in the world.
Ji Bohan looked at her steadily, his face expressionless, "Aunt Chunxiang, do you know how my mother died?"
Hearing this, Chunxiang looked solemn, "Could it be that they did it too?"
"Not entirely." Ji Bohan shook his head, looked at her, and pursed his lips. "My mother accidentally discovered that the Third Madam was with... and Butler Cui. They were afraid that the matter would be exposed, so they tried to kill my mother. But at that time, my mother was only seriously injured and unconscious. The one who actually killed her was Xia Meng."
"W-what?" Chunxiang's face paled instantly when she heard his words. Her head was buzzing and her hands were shaking uncontrollably. "Second Master, is everything you said true?"
"Yes." Ji Bohan glanced at her, not daring to look directly at her, and lowered his head slightly. "I'm not deliberately hiding it from you. I've been hinting at the matter between Butler Cui and the Third Madam for the past year, but Aunt Chunxiang always misunderstands. Considering that Xiaohu is still young, I... didn't dare to tell you directly."
Chunxiang's lips trembled, and her eyes were visibly moist. She covered her mouth and tried to speak several times but couldn't. She slowed down and said with difficulty: "No wonder... No wonder he is always so secretive. It turns out that he did this behind my back..."
Ji Bohan listened to her crying and pursed his thin lips. He didn't say anything, but just waited silently for her to calm down.
After a long time, Chunxiang's emotions stabilized a little. She wiped her tears and said, "Second Young Master, I'm sorry."
Ji Bohan shook his head. "He is him, and you are you. You will always be my Aunt Chunxiang. I won't blame you. It's just that, Aunt Chunxiang, I want revenge, one by one, and I will never let them go easily."
Chunxiang looked at him, her lips moving a few times, suppressing the discomfort in her heart, and trying to speak, "What does the Second Young Master want me to do?"
Ji Bohan: "I want you to do this..."
Ji Bohan told Chunxiang to put the talisman paper inside Master Ji's pillowcase.
He found them both separately with the intimate photos of the third wife and housekeeper Cui.
First, the Third Wife's face turned green when she saw the photo. She looked up at the smiling figure in the wheelchair in front of her, and panic enveloped her. "What do you mean?"
Ji Baihan sneered, "Sanniang, what do you think I mean? You should know more about how my mother died than I do, right?"
Hearing this, the Third Wife was shocked and immediately at a loss. Everything she did felt wrong. She clenched her fists and spoke word by word, "I advise you not to speak without evidence."
"What evidence do I need? Isn't this photo enough?" Ji Bohan looked at him with a smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.
Upon hearing this, the Third Wife panicked again. She snatched the photo from Ji Bohan's hand, tore it into pieces, and flushed it down the toilet. Then she walked out triumphantly, grinning provocatively, "What now?"
"Haha..." Ji Bohan chuckled softly, leaning against the back of his wheelchair, looking at her lazily, "Do you think I came to you without any preparation? As for photos, I have plenty, and I've already given them to a certain reporter. As for who it is, I won't say who it is. Anyway, if anything happens to me, this photo will appear in the newspaper. I don't think Sanniang wants to see that day."
"You!" The Third Wife's body swayed, and the hand pointing at him trembled continuously. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "What do you want to do?"
"It's very simple, you don't have to be nervous." Ji Bohan smiled slightly, "Don't worry, as long as you actively cooperate with me, not only will I not tell anyone about your affairs, I will also help you conceal your eldest brother's identity. He will be the only heir of the Ji family, and you will be the old lady of the Ji family in the future."
Hearing his words, the Third Wife's heart was deeply moved. She lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and slowly raised her head, "Okay, I promise you, but you must promise that you will not burn the bridge after you have done this!"
"Of course. My father doesn't like me, so I'm eager to hide the truth from you." Ji Bohan had a strong smile on his face.
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