Ji Hong, what a move!
He actually wants me to go to Yuzhou Commandery with Zou Cheng Yi?
"Does he know who I am?" Nan Shiying asked.
Ji Jin Mo shook his head, "No!" Ji Hong truly didn't know, but his own observations of Feng Luan's attitude were enough to make Ji Hong trust Feng Luan.
Nan Shiying tutted. The question she had wanted to ask before but held back now had a definitive answer. Ji Hong's trust in 'Feng Luan' was enough to explain the relationship between Ji Hong and Ji Jin Mo.
Some things didn't need to be said before, and they didn't need to be said now.
"What about now?" Nan Shiying asked again.
She hadn't escaped. If Ji Hong wanted her to go to Yuzhou Commandery, did he still need her to fake her death?
"There's no rush now!"
The matters in Yuzhou Commandery were not urgent. The remnants of the Miao territory had been entrenched there for so many years, their roots complex and intertwined. How could they be completely eradicated in a short time? Zou Cheng Yi wasn't going alone either, and Ji Hong held more than just the Black Armored Army. In fact, the Black Armored Army and the Demon Hunting Army were considered to be from the same origin.
Compared to the affairs of Yuzhou Commandery, the Medicine King Valley and Da Li were more important now.
Yu Cheng Xuan would soon arrive in the capital. Before Yu Cheng Xuan's arrival, Lin Yuan had the Year-End Festival.
"Three days from now is the Year-End Festival. According to the memorial procedures drafted by the Ministry of Rites, the Emperor will walk from his sleeping quarters to the plaza in front of the great hall, and perform the rituals of ancestral worship and worship of heaven before the carved dragon stone tablet left by the Taizu."
Nan Shiying hummed, not understanding why Ji Jin Mo was explaining the ritual process so clearly.
"Three days from now, I will help you out of prison."
Nan Shiying tilted her head, nearly flicking the vegetable leaves on her chopsticks onto Ji Jin Mo's face. So, what about the process in between? So, what would happen during the Year-End Festival? How did they jump directly to the outcome?
Her wide eyes seemed to hold blades, countless flying knives "whooshing" towards Ji Jin Mo's face, wishing they could carve a turtle onto his exceptionally handsome face. This fierce expression, however, seemed to be bathed in a soft light in Ji Jin Mo's eyes, gently falling on her face. She looked like a mischievous sprite, bouncing into his heart. He found her current appearance very endearing.
Seeing the smile spreading across Ji Jin Mo's face and the ripples of water in his sharp phoenix eyes, Nan Shiying gripped her chopsticks, making a creaking sound. She had to control her strength, however, afraid of breaking the chopsticks.
Nan Shiying took a deep breath and began a fierce battle with the pork knuckle in front of her.
Ji Jin Mo remembered and took out a pot of tea from the last layer of the food box. It was Tai Ping Hou Kui, Nan Shiying's favorite.
Watching Ji Jin Mo pour and offer the tea, Nan Shiying sighed to herself again.
...
Zou Yun Er woke up.
The sky outside the window was gloomy, and only a single candle was lit in the room. The candlelight flickered on the wall, casting dancing shadows.
She lowered her head and saw Cai Wei sleeping by the bed. In the darkness, her pretty face looked somewhat altered, making her feel a moment of disorientation.
Zou Yun Er stared blankly for a long time. Unbeknownst to her, tears had already soaked a large patch of the pillow. She turned her head and gazed at the ceiling.
Tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes.
She didn't actually want to cry; the tears just fell on their own.
Cai Wei heard the movement and woke up from her sleep. The rustling sobs by her ears dispersed the haze in her eyes. She propped herself up and grabbed Zou Yun Er's hand.