Qian Yingying seemed unconvinced and wrote: "Rumors say that you bandits are extremely brutal, how come you're willing to help me?"
Before Ji Fengyao could react, he hurriedly wrote: I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll tell you then, I'll try anything.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
This girl can talk to herself, so why would I need her?
So she fell silent, craning her neck to watch Qian Yingying write:
My mother was a famous courtesan in Kyoto. After I was born, she was tricked back by my father with sweet words.
So my father isn't actually my father, and my mother isn't sure who my father is either.
Later, my father used my mother's savings to buy an official position, and then he began to despise my mother and me. Later still, he ingratiated himself with Lord Wen Jiyan and got on the good side of the Second Prince, and he regarded my mother and me as his disgrace.
My father originally intended to give me to Wen Jiyan as a concubine, but I was unexpectedly seen by the Second Prince as soon as I entered the Wen residence.
The Second Prince said that I look somewhat like you, and my temperament is also somewhat like yours. After discussing it, the group decided to put me into the Ninth Prince's residence.
Then they sent a maid named Wanyan to make me a bowl of insect soup, threatening my mother's life to force me to drink it.
Luckily, it was cold in winter, so I pretended to drink soup and poured both the soup and the insects into my sleeves, then hid the insects.
Qian Yingying glanced at Ji Fengyao as she wrote this, and seeing that she didn't seem to be in any danger, she continued: Before I got married, they let my mother and me meet. My mother secretly told me that no matter whether I listened to them or not, she wouldn't survive. She told me that I must live well, otherwise she would die with regrets.
She stopped writing and didn't look up for a long time.
Two large tears fell onto the paper in front of her, blurring the ink.
Ji Fengyao sighed softly and patted Qian Yingying's shoulder: "I can't guarantee that I can definitely rescue your mother, but I can get rid of Wanyan for you at any time."
Qian Yingying shook her head, took a deep breath, and wrote:
I can't give you anything right now, so I have no reason to ask you to do anything for me.
Or, you could give me a little of the prince's favor.
If the prince truly becomes my husband, then it would be only natural for me to have him help me resolve this matter.
Ji Fengyao: "...Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death?!"
Qian Yingying shrank her shoulders in fright, pouted, and gave a "I knew it" look.
Ji Fengyao clenched her small fist and waved it in front of Qian Yingying, saying domineeringly, "If you want a husband, find one yourself later; the prince is mine alone, and I'll kill anyone who dares to take him from me. No husband yet, sister, would you like one?"
Qian Yingying stared in disbelief: "Sister?"
"I'm almost seventeen, how old are you?" Ji Fengyao asked in a roguish manner.
"Sister!" Qian Yingying rushed over decisively: "My God, I've recognized this bandit as my sister. Let's see if that brat Wanyan dares to pinch me in the middle of the night again. I'll beat her to death!"
Ji Fengyao: "..."
This girl's talent for being a bandit is simply amazing.
Ji Fengyao's lips twitched: "Aren't you afraid she'll hear you if you speak now?"
“I have a backer now, why would I be afraid of her?” Qian Yingying rolled up her sleeves and wiped her eyes twice, then straightened up, put her hands on her hips, and suddenly shouted at the door, “Wanyan, you get in here!”
Ji Fengyao's forehead instantly creased with an embarrassment: "..."
Wan Yan: "???"
The three girls: "???"
Wan Yan never imagined that in Kyoto, a place rife with conspiracies, there would be sisters who could stand on the same side after just a few words.
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