Chapter 367: Locked up at home, taught personally
Ji Qingwu raised his head and stood even taller than the pot of lush longevity bamboo standing at the door.
"You are an official, and you only listen to one side of the story. Do you think this is right?"
Hearing her question, Ji Bolian's hand holding the teacup froze and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Qiao's heart tightened and she wanted to mediate and say something.
Ji Qingwu's clear voice sounded again, his tone neither anxious nor impatient.
Her gaze first turned to Ji Qingyuan.
"Fourth sister, you said that my grandmother got sick because of me, but I don't agree with that."
Ji Qingyuan said, "You still want to make excuses. It's obviously because you contradicted grandma many times that she is still bedridden today."
"Fourth sister, you must be careful with your words. Grandmother is sick because Ji Changyan assassinated the censor and wanted to..."
Ji Qingwu paused deliberately.
Ji Qingyuan's throat was blocked by these words, and her wrist began to ache slightly. Before, outside Ji Changyan's mourning hall, she learned the inside story. A man in black appeared out of nowhere and attacked her.
Ji Qingwu asked, "Fourth sister, do you want me to explain the whole story in front of everyone?"
Qiao coughed lightly and shook his head at her.
Ji Qingwu's eyes softened.
In the end, she still gave face to the second wife and did not tell everyone that Ji Changyan had drugged her.
She looked at Madam Ji with clear eyes and continued, "Grandmother fell ill because of the grief over the loss of her grandson."
The old lady still said nothing and sat there calmly.
Ji Bolian saw that his eloquent niece from the second wife was not only outshined by Ji Qingwu, but also began to show timidity in her eyes.
He raised his eyebrows, then quickly lowered them.
Finally, Ji Qingwu met his eyes and said word by word: "You said you dare not recognize me, and I dare not recognize such a person as my father."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Bolian's hand holding the teacup became unsteady, and the tea at the bottom of the cup shook out in anger.
"What did you say!"
Mrs. Qiao came over, pulled her aside and said, "Xiaowu, don't be angry, apologize to your father."
Ji Qingwu looked back at Qiao, wondering why she came to stop her again and again.
Usually, no matter what she does, her mother will always support her behind the scenes and give her advice.
Is it because she lied to Yuan Heng and Jiu Jiu about being the heir to the throne that they, mother and daughter, will become so estranged?
Or was it because the man in front of her, who could not tell right from wrong, was the head of the Ji family and Qiao's husband, that her heart was completely biased.
Ji Qingwu asked stubbornly: "Mom, do you also think I am wrong?"
There was some distress and guilt in Qiao's eyes. He avoided her gaze and looked at the ground.
"No matter what, he is your father. I believe you understand the importance of filial piety and brotherhood. Don't disobey him."
Ji Qingwu doesn't like the constraints of these rules and regulations.
She straightened her back, turned her face away, and said angrily: "If that's the case, a married woman should obey her husband, I would have stopped listening to him a long time ago."
A married woman should obey her husband. When Ji Bolian heard her say this in public, his handsome face was distorted with anger.
He also stood up and angrily smashed the teacup to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces and tea splashed far away.
This scared the old lady Ji beside her, and she held her chest and chanted a Buddhist mantra.
Qiao tried to persuade Ji Qingwu a few more times, but it had the opposite effect.
She felt more and more aggrieved and her nose was sore.
It wasn't just because this father, whom she had never met and whom she had been waiting for for a long time, threw a cup at her as soon as he came home.
It was also because Qiao no longer supported her and no longer stood on her side when something happened.
Ji Qingwu refused to bow his head and surrender, his lips were pursed and his cheeks were puffed up due to depression.
Among the Ji family members in Shou'an Hall, some were fanning the flames, some were angry, some were aggrieved, some were trying to comfort them, and some felt strange.
Ji Qingrong touched her belly and looked at her furious father.
The Ji Bolian in her memory was upright, polite and well-mannered, and he was never the type to lose his temper indiscriminately.
Thinking about it carefully, her father was more patient than her mother when teaching her and Changlin when they were young, while Mrs. Qiao's temper was more impatient.
Is this still her father?
Ji Qingrong frowned and said nothing.
Ji Bolian took a breath, puffed his beard and glared, saying: "If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of his father. I will teach you a lesson today!"
"You promised to marry me without my parents' permission. I'm still alive! Your marriage with the Wei family is not counted."
When Madam Ji heard this, she stopped being a spectator and said hurriedly, "Bolian, calm down. Qingwu is married after all. How can you treat her like a joke..."
Ji Bolian raised his hand to stop the old lady from speaking.
"Someone, lock her up. Don't let her out without my order!"
He turned his back and ignored everyone's pleas for mercy.
Old Madam Ji's face tightened. If the Wei family came to cause trouble, the empress dowager in the palace would be useless now, and that would leave the troublemaker at home.
The old lady quickly turned to another person and said, "Ruying, persuade him not to do this."
Mrs. Qiao said with red eyes: "Mother, I also don't want Xiaowu to be locked up, but, but the master even scolded me, it's really hard for me to do it......"
Two maids came up to pull Ji Qingwu.
"Fifth Miss, please follow us."
Ji Qingwu wanted to break free, but when he saw that the people pulling him were Chunhua and Qiushi, who served Qiao.
She glanced at her mother and found that Qiao had turned her face to the side, her eyes closed, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Ji Qingwu weakened his arms, not wanting his mother to be sad because of him anymore, so he let the maids pull him down.
After such a commotion, Ji Bolian left Shou'an Hall angrily.
Mrs. Qiao stood up and said, "Mother, I'll go see the old man first."
Madam Ji said, "Go quickly, wait until Bolian's anger subsides, and then persuade him. It's not good to force Qingwu to stay at home."
Qiao nodded and left anxiously.
Qiao didn't see Ji Bolian along the way. When she returned to Anjuyuan, the door of the main house was wide open.
He drove all the servants out, and only the servant who had been serving him stood at the door.
As soon as Qiao showed up, angry voices were heard from the room.
"This is the good daughter you have taught! She is totally lawless!"
The servants lowered their heads even lower.
Ji Bolian watched Qiao walk in and continued, "This time I will lock her up at home and let me teach her personally!"
Mrs. Qiao gently advised: "Don't be angry, uncle, the child needs to be taught slowly."
As she turned around and closed the door, after it was closed, Qiao glanced at him, walked over to the couch and sat down, without any trace of caution on her face.
Ji Bolian also came over and squeezed in to sit next to her.
Mrs. Qiao said coldly, "Go sit over there on the kang table. There's not enough room for two people in such a small space."
The anger on Ji Bolian's face disappeared, and he said with a smile: "When we were young, we could sit on the same chair. Now there is such a wide place on the couch, how can there be no room for you to sit?"
Qiao didn't want to live next to him, so she moved to the west to make some space.
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