Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji He’s face looked increasingly peaky. He hurriedly tossed aside his wine cup and looked awkwardly at Ji Fengyan.
“Not at all… not at all… I… I was just drinking to drown my sorrows…” Ji He’s back was soaked in sweat even as he struggled to maintain his fake smile.
Ji Fengyan chuckled and sat down casually on a nearby chair. She crossed her slender legs and gazed seriously at the sheepish-looking Ji He.
“Second uncle, what happened at the Ji family? Why have you guys set up a white tent? Don’t tell me… Eldest Uncle has passed away?” Ji Fengyan grinned at Ji He.
Her words nearly made Ji He puke blood.
This was obviously a funeral for Ji Fengyan. How did it end up as Ji Qiu’s?
Nevertheless, seeing that smashed altar and the groaning Ji Qingshang on the floor, Ji He dared not say a word. He could only force a smile. “A misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding. Your Eldest uncle… he is very well. Everyone in the Ji family is fine, no problem at all.”
Ji Fengyan raised her brow. “Oh? I see, but why did I just hear Ji Qingshang talk about chasing Linghe and the rest out of here?”
Ji He broke out in another round of cold sweat. He hurriedly said, “No such thing. Qingshang is still young and just spouting nonsense. There is no reason for us to chase Linghe and the others out.”
Linghe and company snorted at Ji He’s insincere words even as he shamelessly forced them out.
Ji Fengyan felt disgusted by Ji He’s hypocrisy.
“Then I would trouble Second uncle to dismantle all these. I just went through a bloody battle and am feeling upset by these things.”
Ji He nodded. He suddenly realized that not only was Ji Fengyan still alive, she had done a great service for the nation. In the earlier discussion with the Emperor regarding the capital institute incident, the Emperor had high praise for Ji Fengyan. In addition, many high-profile guests paid their respects during her three-day wake.
From this moment onwards, Ji Fengyan was no longer just a Terminator.
Ji He felt his headache intensify. Nonetheless, he could only grit his teeth and get the servants to dismantle the funeral setup.
Failing to see what had happened in the hall, the busybodies gathered outside the Ji family could only watch as the funeral setup was being taken down. Curious, they asked about and found out that…
The Ninth Mistress of the Ji family was not dead at all!
She had just returned!
A funeral for a person who was still alive; the crowd was abuzz with gossip.
Nevertheless, Ji He was no longer concerned with such things. As he stared at the perfectly fine Ji Fengyan sitting in the hall, he felt waves of numbness wash over his scalp.
“Well… Fengyan, now that you are back. I should go inform your grandfather. Would you stay here for the moment?” Ji He smiled accommodatingly.
Grandfather?
Ji Fengyan was slightly taken aback.
The grandfather mentioned by Ji He was the true head of the Ji family. Ji Yun’s father and the grandfather of her current body, Ji Ru.
She did not have much of an impression of Ji Ru from before. Since being reborn, Ji Fengyan had yet to see Ji Ru as he was not at the Ji residence at the same time she was.
She never imagined that…
Ji Ru had actually returned.
Ji Fengyan didn’t know much about this grandfather whom she had never seen. She casually waved Ji He off in assent.
