Hidden in the treetops, Shang Beiyu listened to the subtle movements inside the tent, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up even higher with joy.
The young female bandit's indistinct babbling was inaudible to ordinary people, but he could hear it clearly.
She said, "It's not as warm as before, I don't like it."
Therefore, there are times and possibilities when she doesn't like the Ninth Prince, as long as he understands her feelings and uses the right methods.
Ji Chenhai thought about it all night, and made up his mind as soon as he got up the next morning.
From that moment on, the Ji family and the Black Purgatory were locked in a life-or-death struggle.
There was nothing they could do; Ji Fengming and Ji Fengyao, without uttering a word, along with Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao, had wiped out this branch of the Black Purgatory.
Two of them are her own children, one is her own son-in-law, and the other is her son's savior;
They were all his precious children, what could he do?
Since we're destined to clash, then let's face each other!
In his entire life, Ji Chenhai has never been afraid of anyone except his wife and children!
Ji Chenhai came to see Ji Fengyao, who had just finished washing up.
He saw Ji Chenhai coming.
Like a little bird returning home after a long journey, Ji Fengyao flew into Ji Chenhai's arms and sweetly called out, "Father, I missed you so much."
"Your father was also very worried about you. Yesterday, when I saw you unconscious, I almost dragged the Ninth Prince out and beat him up. Luckily, your brother and Black Owl explained in time," Ji Chenhai said with a smile, patting his daughter's back. His hearty voice was undisguised.
As for the scathing rebuke he gave Ji Fengming last night, he didn't mention a word about Black Purgatory.
Shang Xiye, standing nearby: "..."
Father-in-law, could you please give me some face in front of others?
Wu Zhong: "..."
Princes have probably lost all sense of face.
The family gathered at the breakfast table, but Ji Fengming was still unwilling to give up.
He turned his head and whispered, "Little sister, did Dad scold you?"
"Huh? Why are you cursing me?" Ji Fengyao asked back, looking at Ji Chenhai and then at Ji Fengming with a puzzled expression.
Ji Chenhai raised his hand and slapped Ji Fengming's hand with his chopsticks: "You've been causing trouble everywhere with your sister, and you still expect me to scold her? You brat, how can you treat your sister like this? Why wasn't it you who was exhausted yesterday? What kind of brother are you!"
Ji Fengming wore a look of indignation that said, "I knew I was adopted," pouted, and simply stopped talking.
Anyway, he didn't really want his sister to get scolded; he just had a sharp tongue.
He would feel bad if his sister really got scolded.
"What's with that expression? You're not happy?" Ji Chenhai was actually quite amused, but he and his son were used to being mischievous.
At this moment, he deliberately raised his chopsticks as if to strike again, but Black Owl blocked it with his wrist: "Uncle..."
It was only after Black Owl blocked the attack that he realized that although Ji Chenhai's blows seemed heavy, they actually didn't hurt at all. They were like tickling, just making a noise.
"Hey, you kid, why do you always protect him?" Ji Chenhai pointed at Ji Fengming and said, "He's a little rascal, he'll climb on the roof and tear off the tiles if you don't discipline him for three days!"
Black Owl: "..."
You're not hitting him, you're just showing off your father-son love in a fancy way!
Now I understand. From now on, I'll protect him only after you've beaten him until he bleeds.
Shang Xiye frequently added food to the dishes of his smiling, watching-the-funny wife, while simultaneously continuing to peruse the military intelligence logbook. Although major events were usually reported to the capital, on the battlefield, even small matters could affect the entire war situation;
As the commander-in-chief, he must have a thorough understanding of the entire battle situation.
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