Chapter 68: Robbery of a Man
The waiter who led the Third Prince and his entourage upstairs was the same waiter who led Ji Changqing upstairs.
He opened the door on the left and bowed to invite the third prince in.
The Third Prince looked at the narrow room and frowned, "Why isn't the room on the right open?"
The waiter looked embarrassed and said, "Master Ji is resting inside."
"Which Lord Ji?"
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister."
The Third Prince naturally couldn't ask Ji Changqing to vacate his room.
He said to the staff, attendants, and guards following behind him, "Leave two people behind, and the rest go to the private room on the first floor."
Before he finished speaking, an indescribable sound suddenly came from the room on the right.
Everyone was stunned.
A thought suddenly came to everyone's mind: I didn't expect that Ji Xiang looks serious on the surface, but is so wild in private.
It’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover.
The third prince was also very surprised.
His mother's family was not prominent, and he had always wanted to win over powerful officials to help him. Ji Changqing was highly regarded by his father, and he had long intended to win him over.
I heard that his backyard was still empty, and I even considered stuffing a few women into his house.
Unexpectedly, he is actually a homosexual.
Also play multiplayer melee.
Tsk tsk.
He cleared his throat and said, "Go down quickly and don't dawdle here."
Everyone who was listening with great interest: "..."
It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone!
Your Highness, how could you keep this secret to yourself?
They turned around while complaining in their hearts, and just as they were about to go downstairs, someone suddenly came up the stairs.
Who else could that man with a face as handsome as jade, eyebrows like distant mountains, and a hint of awe in his handsomeness be but Ji Changqing?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked at the waiter.
The waiter's face was pale.
He ran to the window at the end of the corridor.
Baifu, who followed Ji Changqing, raised his hand and shot out an arrow from his sleeve.
The arrow hit the back of the waiter's neck.
The waiter fell to the ground and seeing there was no hope of escape, he bit open the poison sac in his mouth.
The whole audience was silent.
Ji Changqing glanced at the waiter who had died of vomiting blood, then turned to the Third Prince and asked, "Is Your Highness alright? This man looked like an assassin. My followers acted impulsively and attacked him. Didn't they do anything to Your Highness?"
The Third Prince: “…”
Everyone: “…”
What harm can it do to the Third Prince?
If you want to be bad, then you should be bad at your own "good things."
Just at this moment, an indescribable sound was heard from the room on the right.
Ji Changqing's expression remained still for a moment, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed the Third Prince's pleasure."
After saying that, he retreated back to the corridor.
“Wait!”
The veins on the Third Prince’s forehead were throbbing.
How could he explain to his father when Ji Changqing left? Even if he jumped into the night sea, he couldn't clear himself of the blame.
"Master Ji, the waiter just stopped us from entering the room on the right. It's very likely that his accomplices are hiding in there. I'm afraid these noises are deliberately made by them to drive us away."
Ji Changqing's face turned stern.
"In that case, why don't you arrest the assassin and protect His Highness the Third Prince?"
Upon hearing this, the Third Prince's entourage and guards immediately split into two, half guarding the Third Prince and the other half breaking open the door to the right room.
An unbearable scene suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Everyone's breathing stopped.
Someone exclaimed, "Isn't that the second son of Minister Wei's family?"
The six men, who had regained some of their sanity from the chaos, looked bewildered: "Where is this? What should we do... Help! Someone is kidnapping a good man!"
Everyone: “…”
The next day, Ji Changqing submitted a memorial.
Wei Buqun, the Minister of Rites, had no idea how to educate his son. He allowed his son to rob men and commit violence and sexual abuse.
The third prince and others also participated in the investigation.
The emperor fined Wei Shangshu one year's salary and ordered him to strictly discipline his son. If he committed the same offense again, he would not be forgiven.
After leaving the court, Minister Wei ordered his second son, who had just been redeemed from prison, to be called in and slapped hard in the face.
"How many heads do you have? How dare you plot against Ji Changqing?"
He was furious.
"Do you think he became the Prime Minister because of his looks? Even your father and I don't dare to act rashly in front of him!"
Wei Er clenched his fists.
"But he killed my eldest brother-in-law! He also caused the Rongchang Marquisate to lose its hereditary title! My eldest sister also lost the baby in her belly because of these changes!"
"Did your elder sister instigate you to do this?"
"No. My eldest sister just complained to me, saying that she should never have let a wolf into the house. Ji Changqing had sent his widowed sister-in-law to approach my eldest sister from the beginning to investigate the secrets of the Rongchang Marquis Mansion. She regretted it to death."
"Then let her die!"
Minister Wei said coldly.
"If you want to die with her, tell me as soon as possible so that I can expel you from the family and prevent our Wei family from becoming the next Ningguo Duke Mansion."
Wei Er suppressed his resentment and said with his head down, "I understand."
When he returned to his yard, enduring the pain that made him jump up as soon as he sat down, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.
"I will get back this loss sooner or later!"
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Feng Qingsui later found out that the man Wuhua brought back was the second son of the Wei family.
The one hundred boys who came to celebrate the birthday of the old lady of Rongchang Marquis were found by Minister Wei.
It was because of his idea that Xiao Yu went to the Rongchang Marquis Mansion.
She didn't even bother to settle the score with Minister Wei, but the Wei family actually came to frame her.
The queen was in the palace and the former prince was in the imperial temple. She could not enter either of these two places. Just when she was worried about having nothing to do, problems came to her door.
It’s really great.
Few of these wealthy families could withstand investigation. Just as she was about to investigate the Wei family, Zong Hebai suddenly showed up.
"I've told my mother about you. She really wants to meet you. Do you have time to meet her?"
She thought for a moment and replied, "Let's find a teahouse."
As soon as Zong Hebai heard this, he knew that she had no intention of recognizing her relatives.
He hesitated to speak.
Feng Qingsui knew what he wanted to ask and said with a smile, "I'll tell you all when we see the old lady."
Zong Hebai only has the Tao.
He chose the teahouse where he met Feng Qingsui last time and took his mother to the appointment.
Feng Qingsui came wearing a veil.
The old lady stared at her intently, and tears streamed down her face as soon as she saw her face exposed after lifting the veil.
"Yingqiu, my Qiu'er! It's all my fault. After so much selection, I chose this beast..."
Feng Qingsui handed her a handkerchief.
"Please take care of yourself. Her spirit in heaven will surely wish you a long and healthy life."
The old lady's crying became more and more sad.
"My Qiu'er only lived to be twenty years old!"
"She's so young!"
"It's my old bones that should die!"
…
Zong Hebai couldn't help but shed tears.
Feng Qingsui remained silent.
She has never seen her mother since she was born and has never felt maternal love. To her, "mother" is just a name called by others.
Before she met her master, she always thought she was abandoned because she couldn't see.
When he learned from his master that he was poisoned in the womb, he vaguely guessed that his biological mother might have passed away.
She had regrets.
But no regrets.
She has the best sister and the best master in the world. They are her dearest family.
The old lady cried for a stick of incense before she slowly stopped crying.
After asking Feng Qingsui about his experiences over the years, she held Feng Qingsui's hands tightly and said, "I'm sorry, grandma and your uncles are so useless. They made you suffer for so many years."
Thinking that Feng Qingsui had become a widow at such a young age, her face showed even more pain.
"Or, why don't you go back to the Zong family?"
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