Chapter 334 A Divorce is Necessary; Proof of Identity Must Be Verified
When it comes to military affairs, she immediately thinks of Wei Ting.
He asked in a deep, cold voice, "Missing him?"
Ji Qingwu shook her head vigorously; she didn't mean that at all: "I want to wait until he comes back and explain things to him as soon as possible."
Upon receiving this answer, Zhao Mingyan nodded slightly in satisfaction.
"And then what do you plan to do?"
Ji Qingwu took a small step back and said, "I haven't thought about it either."
Sometimes, Zhao Mingyan really wanted to crack open her head and take a look.
He said coldly, "Then start thinking about it now, think it through clearly, or you're not allowed to leave."
Ji Qingwu lowered his head and pondered for a while.
He said slowly, "Thinking about it now is pointless. If Wei Ting doesn't agree, thinking about it any more won't help."
We can only take one step at a time and see what happens next.
But Emperor Wusu clearly did not want to proceed cautiously and proceed as he pleased. He said, "Wei Ting must agree."
Ji Qingwu said, "But what if..."
When Zhao Mingyan thought of how Wei Ting had taken advantage of his unconsciousness, his face darkened as he said, "There will be no more unforeseen circumstances in this matter; you must divorce."
With two consecutive "musts," Ji Qingwu probed the emperor's tough stance.
She didn't say anything more, because she also wanted to use him to leave the Wei family.
But after that, Ji Qingwu had other plans in mind.
Seeing that she remained silent, Zhao Mingyan assumed that she had agreed. He touched the back of her head with his palm and gave her some instructions before leaving.
"I will return to the palace first. If anything happens, have the secret guards send a message. Do not act rashly again, and take care of yourselves."
After Emperor Wusu left, Ji Qingwu headed towards the elegant residence in the southeast corner of the backyard.
However, just a few steps from the front yard, I saw a commotion coming from the fork in the road, which seemed to indicate a fight.
Two figures, one black and one white, were locked in combat.
Ji Qingwu stood still, squinting as he watched. The two sword techniques were incredibly fast; they were both experts.
She stared at them for a long time before recognizing who they were.
"Lord Duan," Ji Qingwu called out first, interrupting the man's attack.
Sure enough, the black figure stopped first. After parrying a few times, Wei Tongyou in white also stopped.
Duan Mingfeng heard a somewhat familiar voice, but when he turned around, he saw an unfamiliar face.
The girl dressed as a maid came from the direction of the front hall, her eyes showing surprise.
He concealed the soft sword at his waist and demanded, "Who are you?"
Ji Qingwu and Wei Tongyou were both in disguise, so it's normal that Duan Mingfeng couldn't recognize them.
But Duan Mingfeng was not as easily fooled as Prince Yong; they needed his approval to leave the manor smoothly. After all, he was Emperor Wusu's confidant, so there was nothing to hide.
Wei Tongyou also heard Ji Qingwu's voice, threw the sword she had picked up on the road to the ground, and said angrily, "Your surname is Duan?!"
Duan Mingfeng ignored her.
Ji Qingwu took a step closer and whispered, "Lord Duan, I am Ji Wu, and that is the person I brought with me."
Duan Mingfeng asked, "How can you verify that you are Miss Ji?"
Ji Qingwu had never encountered a process that required verifying one's identity before.
She waved her hand and called him to the shade of a tree to the side.
Duan Mingfeng followed her over, scanning her entire body with sharp eyes, as if trying to find some flaw.
Ji Qingwu rested his chin on his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Your Duan family's secret technique is tracking."
Duan Mingfeng's expression did not change; this was no secret in Lin'an.
Ji Qingwu continued, "You saved Mo Lingling's life."
Duan Mingfeng, who was standing with his arms crossed, twitched his eyelids slightly when he heard the name, then suppressed them.
But Ji Qingwu wasn't the only one who knew about this.
Ji Qingwu thought for a moment and said, "Lingling told me a few days ago that when she was discussing things with Manager Mi, she saw a womanizer in her room."
Duan Mingfeng could no longer hold her arm, his eyes fixed on her.
Ji Qingwu said with a smile, "Lingling even slapped that flower thief. The one that Lingling mistook for a thief should be Lord Duan, who came on the Emperor's orders."
Duan Mingfeng's left cheek twitched slightly, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Miss Ji, please go ahead."
Ji Qingwu nodded and pointed to the person who was watching her suspiciously not far away.
"I'll take that one with me too."
“Of course.” Duan Mingfeng had no objection.
As soon as Ji Qingwu stepped out from under the tree and her shadow appeared, Wei Tongyou waved to her eagerly.
"Come here quickly. That dead-faced guard doesn't look like a good person, and his martial arts skills are not bad either. If he attacks you, I'm not sure I can save you."
Wei Tongyou had already exchanged a few blows with him and was at a disadvantage. If Ji Qingwu had appeared any later, she might have been stabbed by his soft sword.
Ji Qingwu said, "He is Lord Duan from the Imperial City Envoy Office, not a guard."
Wei Tongyou's eyes widened immediately, and she looked in his direction several times.
His mouth dropped open in astonishment: "He's Duan Mingfeng?"
Ji Qingwu asked, "Have you heard of him?"
Wei Tongyou shook her head decisively, lying through her teeth: "No, I've never heard of it."
The young girl was at an age where she couldn't hide her feelings, and without her even looking closely, she could tell something was off from the tone of her voice.
But Ji Qingwu wasn't interested in other people's private affairs. If the other party didn't say anything, she wouldn't bother asking.
After walking for about half a cup of tea's time, the two arrived at the second-to-last private room in the back courtyard.
This must be the most desolate place in the entire mansion.
The sky was still calm, and even the commotion in the front hall did not alert this side.
Ji Qingwu stood in front of the door, but before he could knock, the door was opened from the inside.
The person who opened the door held a candlestick, and the warm candlelight shone on her face, making her look serene and without any sign of madness.
Her hair was almost completely white, tied up with a yellow ribbon.
Upon seeing the woman's appearance, Ji Qingwu understood why Su Daiyue's concubine had been the most favored in the mansion. She resembled the mother of the fourth prince of Xijin in the portrait, but her eyes were different.
Perhaps it was because they looked so alike that she suffered such misfortune.
Upon seeing Ji Qingwu's face, the woman initially shrank back in fear, but she quickly recognized him.
“You are not that lowly maid Hanzhang.”
The woman's feigned fear began to dissipate, and she burst into laughter.
"I got up in the middle of the night and saw lights in the front yard. Has that old bastard been arrested? Is he about to die?!"
She exclaimed excitedly, "I've been living this long, waiting for this day! Have you been to the secret room in the woodshed? There are so many of his secrets inside!"
The woman waved her hands wildly, her sleeves hanging down to her elbows, revealing long, narrow knife scars on her arms—roughly twenty or so.
The cut and angle of the wound do not resemble self-harm.
Ji Qingwu frowned, said nothing, but took out the silver hairpin from his pocket and placed it in her hand.
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