Chapter 85 Can't Stay
In the monk's room of Anguo Temple, after seeing the note picked out from the steamed bun, Wunian threw the note into the incense burner.
Han Ruixiang and Ning Fengluan have been killed by the assassins. They are the only ones in the Ruifeng Society who know that he is the mastermind behind the scenes. Now that they are dead, no one can testify against him.
The five blessings and merit money that the Ruifeng Society has collected these days is enough for him to support several thousand private armies, so their deaths are not in vain.
As for the future...
He looked out the window at the open space, where thousands of spring grasses were swaying in the wind.
If one Ruifeng falls, there will naturally be thousands and thousands of Ruifengs standing up.
The world is full of fools. As long as you perform some miracles and promise them a little profit, these fools will fly into your hands like moths to a flame and become the foundation for you to stir up trouble.
However, Ji Changqing is still too troublesome.
He thought for a moment, wrote a note, stuffed it into the steamed bun, and put the steamed bun back into the food box.
When the monks who deliver and collect the food return the food boxes to the kitchen, someone will naturally pass the message on for him.
"My Lord, someone has sent you a letter."
Just as Marquis Rongchang was stunned by the news that his third daughter was the leader of a cult, the doorman brought in a letter.
He opened it impatiently, glanced at it, and recognized the handwriting of the prince. His face suddenly changed.
The prince had not contacted him since he entered Anguo Temple. He thought that the prince had become disheartened and devoted himself to studying Buddhism, and was worried about how to inspire his fighting spirit.
The hopes of the Rongchang Marquisate rest entirely on the Crown Prince.
After reading the contents of the letter, he thought of his two children in Ji Changqing's hands, and said with a cold face: "This Ji Changqing, I really can't keep him."
Ji Changqing, who couldn't stay, also felt that some people couldn't stay.
"Master Gong, the leader of the Ruifeng Society was handed over to your Pursuit Division, and you only sent twenty people to escort her. And you even let assassins kill them all?"
When leaving the morning court, he stopped the commander of the Pursuit Division.
"The food was right next to my mouth, but it was knocked over. Did they chew it up and feed it to you?"
Commander Gong's face turned pale and blue.
"We didn't expect there would be so many assassins..."
Ji Changqing: "The Ruifeng Society was causing chaos right under the Emperor's nose, and you knew nothing about it. Even when the leader of the society was handed over to you, you couldn't keep him. I can't help but wonder if the Pursuit Division is a branch of the Ruifeng Society."
Commander Gong almost knelt down before him.
"Master Ji, the Investigation Department did indeed fail to oversee the Ruifeng Society incident—"
Ji Changqing turned and left.
The little fox finally caught the guy, but the good-for-nothings in the pursuit department actually let things go like this. Really...
How could he explain this to her?
After returning home, he cooked a table full of delicious dishes. Seeing Feng Qingsui finish the meal with satisfaction, he told her about the murder of Han Ruixiang and Ning Fengluan.
Feng Qingsui didn't react much.
"It's a shame I can't prove it, but that person probably won't give up. If he doesn't succeed this time, I'll just try again."
Ji Changqing didn't expect that she could let go so easily.
But he couldn't get over this hurdle by himself.
Before he was appointed as the prime minister, he was able to hold two official positions in the local area, so naturally he had many capable people under him.
Because he was worried about attracting the emperor's attention, he only brought a few secret guards into the capital and sent the others to Black Wind Mountain.
He usually used the people assigned by the emperor to do his work.
But judging from the performance of the Pursuit Department this time, the emperor's men are far less reliable than his own people.
"We still have to call someone over."
He thought to himself.
"The imperial court's lax control over the localities gave the Ruifeng Society an opening to stir up trouble. The emperor doesn't care about the livelihoods of the people, but only about punishing corrupt officials. Sooner or later, something big is bound to happen."
That night, he released a carrier pigeon.
A few days later, in Black Wind Mountain, Zhuying rescued the carrier pigeon from the claws of the peregrine falcon.
"You need to change this habit. You've scared the pigeons. Who will deliver the mail?"
Peregrine Falcon: "Quack!"
I deliver much faster than this stupid pigeon!
Zhuying read the letter and stroked its fur: "When we go to the capital, it will be your turn to deliver it."
"Huh?"
Feng Qingsui rested in the mansion for a few days and accompanied Qi to the Wenyuan Marquis Mansion.
Wenyuanhou Mansion is Qi's maternal home. Qi's father and aunt are both no longer alive, only her stepmother is still alive.
This time it was the biological mother, the old lady Meng of Marquis Wenyuan, who claimed to be ill and sent someone to Ji's house to say that she wanted to see Qi, and Qi had just returned to the Marquis's house.
"You've been back in Beijing for so long, and you only came to visit me when you first came back. You didn't even come to visit me during the New Year holidays, which made me worried."
Meng lay on the bed and scolded.
Qi smiled awkwardly: "I have always wanted to come and see you, but there are too many things to do in the mansion and I can't get away."
This legitimate mother used to dislike these illegitimate sons and daughters and always had a stern face when she saw them. Her aunt passed away early, and she always kept a low profile in the Marquis's Mansion. The only time she was so high-profile was when discussing the marriage.
Because she went to Jiangzhou with Ji Changqing's father shortly after her marriage, for many years there was no other contact except sending holiday gifts to the Marquis' Mansion.
I only came back to Beijing out of courtesy.
Meng looked past Qi at Feng Qingsui, who was standing silently, and said with a smile, "You already have a daughter-in-law, so it's time to let go. She can get some exercise, and you can relax."
Qi nodded: "Mother is right."
Pointing at her granddaughter standing at the foot of the bed, Mrs. Meng said, "Since I fell ill, Yuyao has been taking care of me. She's the only one in the house who's patient enough to stay with an old woman like me all day long."
Qi Yuyao smiled slightly.
Qi agreed: "Having a granddaughter like this is a blessing for a mother."
Meng sighed.
"I'm about to be buried. I can let go of other things, but this child's marriage is still unsettled. I can't close my eyes even after I die without seeing her get married."
Qi: “…”
I probably knew what she was going to say next.
As expected, Meng said, "Your eldest son Changqing hasn't married yet. Has the marriage been decided?"
Qi shook her head: "Not yet."
"It's time to settle it," Meng advised. "He's already the Prime Minister, so someone has to take care of his social life in the palace. Marriage is always a matter of parents' decision and matchmaker's words. You still have to worry about this matter."
"That's what mother said."
"They say you should marry a virtuous wife, but finding one is not easy. You can't tell a person's true heart just by looking at their appearance or talent. It's best to find someone you know well."
Meng continued.
"When it comes to knowing your family inside and out, what family can compare to your own? I raised Yuyao myself. I can't say anything else, but she has a very good personality and is filial. You and Changqing will definitely live a good life together."
Qi smiled and said, "Yuyao is naturally a good child, but it's not my place to make the decision on Changqing's marriage. It depends on him."
"Look at him?" Madam Meng shook her head. "The opportunity has already passed. If he could settle down on his own, he would have married long ago. He could find a wife even in between battles on the Changfeng battlefield. What about him?"
"He can't make up his mind on his own. You have to make the decision."
Qi never gave in.
Mrs. Meng took a step back. "Since I'm not going to live long, give Yuyao a chance. Bring her to the Ji Mansion to live for a few days and get along with Changqing. Okay? Maybe they'll fall in love with each other."
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