Chapter 116: Not Jealous at All
Jiang Fei had already put on her shoes and was sitting upright in a chair. Seeing Wen Zhu had also arrived, she stood up and prepared to leave, "Then I'll go with Wen Zhu."
"Wait, there is one more thing I want to tell you."
Jiang Fei quickly sat back up, "Your Highness, please speak."
Duan Jiu stood aside and watched. It was strange, but Miss Jiang Er's attitude was so good that Duan Jiu was a little caught off guard. Why did it seem like the prince had the upper hand today?
Pei Jing turned around and said, "Don't get too close to Wei Ciying."
Jiang Fei's heart tightened, "Why?"
She knew that there was something wrong with Wei Ciying, but wasn't Wei Ciying the person Pei Jing was looking for?
"I know what you're thinking." Pei Jing said, "She's not the person I'm looking for."
Jiang Fei was stunned when she heard this, "That's not what you said before."
"I was misled before. She has a birthmark on her body, so—"
"Have you seen her body?!" Jiang Fei raised her voice a little.
Pei Jing subconsciously took a small step back. For some reason, he felt a little guilty. Could it be that he was jealous again?
He turned his gaze to Duan Jiu, who turned his head away and pretended to brush off the unnecessary dust on Wen Zhu's shoulders, indicating that he was not going to get involved in the matter.
Well, it was just an illusion that the prince had the upper hand. Miss Jiang regained the upper hand with just one sentence.
Pei Jing could only bite the bullet and explain himself, "I only looked at the right shoulder and nothing else, and that was to confirm the identity."
Jiang Fei frowned slightly. "What's on her shoulder?"
"A birthmark." Pei Jing observed her expression and found that she seemed unhappy.
"Are there many people with birthmarks?"
"I'm sure of that," Pei Jing said confidently, "because that birthmark is very special."
Jiang Fei asked again: "How special is it?"
Pei Jing considered his words and finally said, "It's very ugly."
Jiang Fei was startled. She also had a rather unsightly birthmark on her right shoulder, but it wasn't as ugly as he described, was it? Could it be that Wei Ciying had the same one?
"You, when did you see it?" She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her right shoulder, but stopped abruptly.
Pei Jing glanced at her, then lowered his eyes. "Last time at Jinglian Temple, I sent someone to bring her here at night to see her, but I definitely didn't do anything else! I sent her back very quickly."
Jiang Fei felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head, and some disjointed clues were finally connected into one line at this moment.
She was taken advantage of.
She thought that the author's description in the book was the truth, and she had a preconceived notion of believing in the innocence and kindness of the heroine Wei Ciying in the book, but she forgot that human hearts are fickle.
Wei Ciying deceived her into disguising herself as her, claiming she was going to meet the hero of the book, Jiang Linyuan, at night, and used her to make Pei Jing believe that Wei Ciying was his old friend.
No wonder she couldn't understand why there was so much evidence proving that she had interacted with them in childhood, but in Pei Jing's mouth there were always only the shadows of two people.
It turns out that there is no Wei Ciying here at all. There is only her and Pei Jing in their childhood, who depend on each other for a short time in the mist and rain of a dilapidated temple in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiang Fei raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her steadily, "How long have you been looking for her?"
"ten years."
He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if the past ten years had just passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Fei's heart trembled, and she suddenly felt sad.
She had long forgotten the past, except for the boy who was abandoned in the past and was persistently looking for his old friend.
"You," she said with a lump in her throat, "Do you like her? That grass sprout."
Pei Jing snorted and laughed: "When I was little, I didn't understand what love was. We just depended on each other and were family."
After saying that, he glanced at her expression.
You said you don’t like it anymore, so why do you still look so depressed?
Pei Jing looked at Duan Jiu again. Duan Jiu spread his hands and shrugged, indicating that he was powerless.
Jiang Fei was so shocked by the two shocking news in one day that her mind was almost at a loss. The news made her sad and happy.
What made her happy was that she finally knew that she was the person Pei Jing was looking for. This could become her trump card. As long as she used a little trick, Wei Ciying would not be able to succeed.
But in this case, if Pei Jing knew that she was Cao Ya, he would still kill her entire family according to the original plot. Could she still complete her mission and leave this world?
By the way, didn’t Pei Jing say that he would kill Cao Ya as long as it was confirmed that she abandoned him? Maybe she could use this to complete the task then.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fei calmed down and said, "I am close to her. I know whether she has a birthmark or not. That birthmark must have been drawn."
In this way, Pei Jing knew that the birthmark was fake and would not think that there was actually a substitute.
Pei Jing nodded, "Then there's no need to investigate further. Just keep an eye on her. She will definitely lead me to find the grass sprout."
The matter came to an end, and Jiang Fei followed Wen Zhu away with a heavy heart.
Pei Jing stood in front of the villa gate and muttered to himself, "She didn't even eat."
Duan Jiu: “Ah?”
Pei Jing frowned, "You're so easily angered, you could be considered jealous."
Duan Jiuxin said that he was not jealous at all. If he knew that someone spent his money to buy a fan for Wei Sanlang, who would be jealous then?
This Second Miss Jiang is indeed someone who has learned the "Three Hundred Ways to Chase the Prince". Her methods are really amazing and she can move between two men like a fish in water. If she continues like this, I'm afraid someone will suffer.
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Since learning the news, Jiang Fei has been worried all day long. She tossed and turned in bed until late at night before falling asleep.
The little girl in the dream finally fell down from the iron gate of the orphanage, and then the picture of the orphanage rippled like water, and was replaced by a hazy Jiangnan mist.
She saw her younger self struggling to drag a boy who was much older than her into the dilapidated temple and placing him in his own corner of the temple.
That was a spot she had fought for twice. As long as the rain wasn't too heavy, that corner would remain dry.
The little boy curled up in the corner, resting his head on her legs. She fed him water and begged rice soup bit by bit, and managed to wake him up.
When he opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion, she said, "My name is Caoya, and they all call me that."
She didn't say her name was Jiang Fei, because a little beggar shouldn't have a name as precious as jade.
From that day on, there was a quiet little brother in the dilapidated temple.
The scene in front of him began to distort again. The little girl, soaked all over, rushed into the dilapidated temple with a steamed bun that was not yet cold in her arms, broke it in half and gave half to the boy.
The little girl rummaged through the city's garbage every day, picked up half a piece of cake and broke it in half, and found a torn cotton-padded jacket and put it on him first.
The boy always took it silently, still with caution.
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