Chapter 30: Report to the Emperor on his poor parenting skills
Ji Qingwu asked softly, "Apart from the wound on your face, are you injured anywhere else?"
When Yan Zongrang learned that his grandson had been in a fight, he immediately scolded Yan Bing without ever asking him gently where else he was injured.
Yan Bing replied weakly: "My leg hurts. I bumped it."
Ji Qingwu lifted up his trouser leg and saw that it was bruised again. She felt painful just looking at it.
She pressed it with her hand, and Yan Bing endured the pain without saying a word. "It's not a bone injury. Just apply some medicine for injuries and it will be healed in four or five days."
Seeing that she still had the nerve to examine her wounds, Censor Yan immediately became even more angry and said, "If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. You are so aggressive at such a young age. It must be because of your improper education and bad family traditions!"
Ji Qingwu didn't like to hear this kind of rhetoric. He was accusing people without knowing the truth.
She turned her eyes and said, "If a son is not well educated, it is the fault of his father. You should go to her father to seek justice."
On the day the fifth daughter of the Ji family returned home, she received rewards from the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, and had become the focus of discussion in the whole city.
Behind the glory are all kinds of rumors.
Everyone in the city knows that Ji Qingwu is a widow and her husband is dead. If she wants to find the father of her child, she can only go to the underworld.
"You, you!" It was rare for Censor Yan to be at a loss for words.
Ji Qingwu ignored the old man and asked Yan Bing, "Young Master Yan, I see that apart from the scratches on your face, the rest of your injuries look like they were caused by a fall. Were all your injuries caused by Jiujiu?"
Yan Bing secretly glanced at Censor Yan and nodded.
Ji Qingwu turned his gaze towards the little girl, "Jiujiu, tell me, was it you who hit him?"
Jiujiu nodded first, then shook her head.
Then he said crisply: "Mother, he was the first to say that to me. He said I was a wild child without a father."
Wild child?
Ji Qingwu frowned. She knew that Jiujiu would not fight with her friends for no reason.
She spoke in a chilly voice, and instead of attacking the child, she looked directly at Censor Yan and asked, "May I ask, Lord Yan, is this what you call a proper education and a clean family tradition?"
Censor Yan said sternly, "This is just a quarrel between children. The one who starts it first will be at fault."
"According to Lord Yan's opinion, how should we deal with it?"
"Write a notice to admit your mistake, and post it on the notice board at Caishikou for three days. Read it out loud every day at noon. As a mother, you must accompany her, so that everyone in the city can see what happens when you bully others by taking advantage of your power!"
The use of such words shows that this censor has a strong prejudice against the Ji family.
Ji Qingwu's guess was correct. Yan Zongrang wanted to use this incident to weaken the Ji family's momentum and make them lose face. If it were another family, he would not be so aggressive.
However, after having to apologize in public for three days, Ji Qingwu no longer had the respectful attitude he had before.
Some people will open a dyeing factory if you give them some face.
She said coldly, "Master Yan."
"You can apologize if you want, but the extent of your grandson's injuries is not commensurate with the extent of the apology. If I remove another arm or break one of his legs, my apology will be more sincere."
Yan Bing trembled when he heard this, and Censor Yan was so angry that his beard was shaking.
"Mr. Qiao, please listen to your granddaughter's rude words..."
Ji Qingwu raised his eyebrows and stopped him, saying, "Master Yan, be careful with your words. As you said, we are just borrowing this place to discuss matters. The grudge between us has nothing to do with my grandfather."
Old Master Qiao looked at his nose with his eyes, and then at his heart with his nose, and indeed, he did not respond.
Jiujiu had never seen her mother so fierce. Although she was young, she knew that apologizing was shameful. She said aggrievedly, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, mother, I didn't hit him."
Ji Qingwu no longer cared about their expressions and hugged the little girl lovingly.
"Mother believes in you."
Censor Yan shouted, "If it wasn't you, who else could it be? When the eunuch from the study room came over to break up the fight, it was you who was riding on my grandson and scratching his face."
Jiujiu wanted to remain loyal to the end, but she couldn't let her mother embarrass herself with her.
She stood up and said, "It was a good-looking brother who beat him."
When these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Jiujiu pointed at Yan Bing and said fiercely: "Tell me yourself, who pushed you down the stairs!"
Censor Yan didn't expect to have an unexpected gain, so he asked, "Okay, you have an accomplice, A Bing, who do you think the other person is?"
Seeing that his grandson was timid, he encouraged him, "A Bing, don't be afraid of the powerful. Grandfather will make the decision for you."
"Yuan..." Yan Bing hummed softly.
No one heard it clearly.
"The Yuan family?" At his age, Censor Yan had good hearing. He quickly guessed which family it was and asked with interest, "Is it the Yuan family in the south of the city?"
The Yuan family in the south of the city is a relative of the Ji family. Old lady Ji and the old lady of the Yuan family are sisters. It is better for the two families to be together.
Seeing Yan Bing lowering his head and not daring to speak, Censor Yan urged him anxiously.
"Hurry up and tell me!"
"It's His Highness Yuan...Heng." After saying this, Yan Bing burst into tears.
Censor Yan's excitement was still on his face. His expression froze for a moment, and he slowly confirmed, "Was it Young Prince Yuan Heng who beat you?" Yan Bing nodded while crying.
Ji Qingwu's heart was churning and his eyes were flashing. It was Yuan Heng.
That little guy with those rebellious eyes.
It's her little one.
Ever since she met Emperor Wu Su that day, she would wake up in the middle of the night every time she returned home.
This father and son would appear in my dreams.
Her dreams were either about being recognized by Emperor Wu Su and having her head chopped off, or about seeing Yuan Heng struggling in the Taiye Lake.
Ji Qingwu's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.
Jiujiu thought she had made her mother sad, so she hurriedly explained, "Mother, he was the first to say that I was a wild child without a father. Then that good-looking brother kicked him in the butt, and I rushed over and grabbed him. We didn't do anything else."
The injuries on Yan Bing's forehead and knees were caused by falling to the ground and had nothing to do with them.
Ji Qingwu squatted down and touched the little head.
"Mom doesn't blame you."
But as he spoke, tears rolled down his eyes, fell to the ground and broke into several petals.
Seeing her silently holding back tears and her thin shoulders trembling slightly, everyone in the room felt that Censor Yan's words today were a bit too harsh.
Old Master Qiao said solemnly: "Master Yan, since it is not my great-granddaughter's fault, you can take your grandson back."
Being ordered to leave, Yan Zongrang felt a little embarrassed, but he still said stubbornly: "Didn't you hear that she also grabbed my grandson? If his face is disfigured, it will affect my grandson's career and his chances of getting married."
Seeing that he was still not giving in, Ji Qingwu suddenly turned his head to look at him.
Although his eyes were moist, his expression was even more stubborn, and he raised his voice and said, "Master Yan, if you want to punish the crime, you must be fair! The apology method you mentioned before, do you also want His Majesty to accompany the prince?"
How could I dare to trouble the Emperor with such a trivial matter as a quarrel between children?
Censor Yan was thinking of backing off in his heart, but as he confronted Ji Qingwu, he didn't want to lose any momentum to the young widow of the Ji family.
The duty of the censor is to supervise the ministers and advise the king.
"Okay, I will not only visit the Ji family tomorrow!"
Yan Zongrang said stubbornly: "I will also report to the emperor that you are not good at educating your children!"
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