Chapter 145 Mother, Save Me
Daoming glanced at the refreshed man and frowned.
"Aren't you worried about being exposed?"
How could this man have thought of sending his fiancée to sleep with someone else? In this world, only Ji Chenchuan could be so generous. Not only that, he also heard from the Eleventh Prince that his fiancée, Miss Lin, even had a jade pendant given to her privately by another man?
Daoming frowned even more tightly. How many things had he missed?
But if he were to speak according to ordinary people, wouldn't he have asked her which man had given her the jade pendant? Wouldn't he have told her to break off her relationship with that man and wait for marriage? Or perhaps he should have simply called off the engagement and refused to have such a wife?
But he actually helped his treacherous fiancée to be with him.
Daoming suspected that the person having an affair with Miss Lin was the Crown Prince. Otherwise, why would she agree to Noble Concubine Ning's invitation to the summer banquet without thinking?
But, it doesn't seem like it, because the Eleventh Prince said that the jade pendant was only worth one or two ounces of silver. The Crown Prince wouldn't be so stingy, right? Even if it slipped out from between his fingers, it would be much more valuable than a one or two ounce item.
Ji Chenchuan didn't answer but asked, "Why don't you stay by the side of the Grand Tutor? Why are you running out?"
Also, "Don't you like talking?"
Why are there so many words today?
Furthermore, that Eleventh Prince was incredibly quick-witted. In just a short while, he'd actually gotten to Daoming's place. Well, it seemed like he was truly bored.
Ji Chenchuan called Lushui and asked him to deliver his "Tianxuan Fu" to the palace to add a small touch to the emperor's imperial study.
When Lushui and Daoming heard this, they both twitched their lips.
This is not just a trivial addition, it is clearly making things difficult for the Eleventh Prince.
This "Tianxuan Fu" was written by the great-grandfather of Wu'an Hou. It has a total of 3,487 words. Although the number of words is not large, it was a long work at that time. Although it is long, it is a masterpiece and no word can be missing. One more word will make it annoying, and one less word will not convey the meaning.
This poem was highly praised by the ancestor emperor. In order to show his appreciation for the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, he had the calligraphy engraved on a golden plaque and presented it to the Wu'an Marquis.
Unfortunately, after the turmoil, the golden plaque of "Tianxuan Fu" from the Wu'an Marquis Mansion was taken away and its whereabouts have been unknown since then. However, this calligraphy was passed down to the descendants of the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, and every descendant of the Ji family could recite and write it in its entirety.
The same was true for him. Although he was sickly, he began to write this long fu stroke by stroke as soon as he was able to pick up a pen. His handwriting was practiced in this way. When he was ten years old, he wrote an essay that happened to be seen by the emperor. He praised his handwriting for its squareness under the vigor and sharpness in the squareness, and its unique strokes as a whole. As the saying goes, a person's handwriting reflects his character. The emperor sighed that if there was a noble young man in Kyoto who could write like him, it would not be in vain for his more than ten years of dedication to governing the country.
Of course, the noble young man that His Majesty mentioned here also included his beloved Eleventh Prince. He wanted the Eleventh Prince to practice beautiful handwriting. This time, even the noble concubine Ning who doted on him stood on His Majesty's side and watched him practice calligraphy when she had nothing to do.
The Eleventh Prince was also driven to a breakdown by his handwriting. He said that he was a prince and if he wanted to write, he could just ask someone to write for him. However, he received double oppression from the Emperor and Concubine Ning.
And now, he sent this "Tian Xuan Fu" into the palace, and the emperor would first send it to the eleventh prince, asking him to practice it eight or ten times.
Lushui swallowed hard, accepted the order and left.
Daoming also swallowed, his neck shrinking slightly, "Prince, has anyone ever said that you kill without shedding blood?"
This move is more painful than killing the eleventh prince.
Ji Chenchuan raised his eyebrows. "No, how can one kill someone without shedding blood? Besides, can you blame me for this? Why don't you say that he's a prince, and why is he like that gossipy woman?"
Gossiping about others everywhere?
This time Daoming didn't say anything.
Too.
The eleventh prince is of high rank and could clearly compete with the crown prince, but he makes no progress and instead stirs up trouble everywhere.
This time, Ji Chen's life is in jeopardy, but he seems to be gloating over it, which is really unbecoming of a prince. It would be better to teach him a lesson so that he won't become too proud and lose face in the future.
Zong Yuancheng never thought that he would be treated so "viciously" just for speaking his mind.
Ji Chenchuan's jokes are not something you see every day. This is only the second time since they met. The last time was when he poured all the snow on the plum blossoms on the head of the prince who was more delicate than him. He laughed at him for a long time, but then he couldn't laugh anymore. He was also scolded by his father.
But this time, he was cuckolded by that Lin Yingxue, how could he not watch the show?
However, he thought that he would let his father teach him a lesson just like last time, but he didn't expect that he would actually let him practice calligraphy? His delicate hands were used to hug beauties and pick flowers, not to write. He was so miserable.
"Mother, please save me. I will never dare to do that again."
"Ji Chenchuan, wait for me."
However, his wailing did not win any sympathy. On the contrary, it was not long before he heard that Ji Chenchuan's old illness had relapsed and was very serious.
Although he hated Ji Chenchuan for plotting against him, he had never thought of letting him die. When he was only a few words away from writing an article called "Tianxuan Fu", his hand shook and the rice paper was covered with ink stains.
Zong Yuancheng ignored all this and rushed into the hall.
"Mother, how could this happen? Did you get the wrong information?"
Concubine Ning's face was also grim. They had just joined forces to strike the Crown Prince, but now Ji Chenchuan fell ill? If you didn't know, you would think she was secretly plotting a murder?
"How could there be a mistake? The imperial physician just came back."
However, "Ji Chenchuanyuan himself has a bad body. I am afraid that after this incident, he must have been deeply traumatized."
Therefore, his illness was also expected. He must have hated Lin Yingxue so much that he sent her to the prince's bed. Which man in this world could accept that his woman had another man in her heart? Even a fairy-like figure like Ji Chenchuan was no exception.
"Cheng'er, where are you going? Come back here."
Zong Yuancheng ignored her and said, "Mother, I will go find the imperial physician again. Ji Chenchuan will be fine. I haven't been away for nothing these past few years. I have a hundred-year-old ginseng here. Ji Chenchuan is so healthy, he shouldn't die so early."
This is wrong. Ji Chenchuan did nothing wrong. His body is just a little weaker than others, but he is not to the point of dying.
Concubine Ning grabbed him and said, "It's useless. I heard that the Ji Mansion's eldest wife had a hand in this incident. Moreover, even the old lady of the Marquis of Wu'an was helpless this time."
"I'm afraid that Prince Ji will not be able to escape this time."
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