Qing Zhu reached out and felt Ji Zongyou's breath before walking back to Ji Zizhao and saying, "Miss, he's fainted."
Ji Zizhao let out a hum, "Take him to the carriage and head straight to the ancestral graveyard."
Qing Zhu nodded, dragging the unconscious Ji Zongyou and throwing him onto the carriage shaft.
The commoners thought that was the end of it, but they didn't expect Princess Rong He to still be going to the ancestral graveyard.
The people of the imperial city knew very well about the death of the Ji family's First Madam.
If only Ji Zizhao, the eldest daughter of the Ji family, were going alone, the people would have understood.
After all, her birth mother had passed away, and Princess Rong He naturally had to burn incense and pay respects.
But now, dragging the half-dead Ji Zongyou along with her made people think otherwise.
Princess Rong He couldn't possibly bring Ji Zongyou to provoke the deceased First Madam of the Ji family...
Could it be!
Ji Zongyou was related to the death of the Ji family's First Madam?!
Thinking this, the commoners on Flower Street could no longer stand still and began to gather in groups, heading towards the Ji family's ancestral graveyard.
The imperial city was a place where secrets couldn't be hidden.
In the blink of an eye, the entire imperial city knew about the matter.
A torrent of people flowed onto the streets, shoulder to shoulder.
Ji Zizhao did not stop them, nor did she deter them.
Almost in a crowd of commoners, Ji Zizhao boarded the carriage.
She had deliberately made a scene today.
The more people who knew, the more beneficial it would be for her.
Before Qing Zhu closed the carriage door, she took a deep look at her young lady.
Ji Zizhao lowered her eyes in confusion and then realized that she was covered in an outer robe that had appeared out of nowhere.
White background with cloud patterns, mixed with a faint cold fragrance.
Ji Zizhao knew that this was the outer robe the Fourth Prince had just been wearing.
It still carried his warm residual heat, which seeped into her skin and flowed through her limbs.
Ji Zizhao knew that the Fourth Prince had probably placed it on her shoulders when it was crowded.
When she thought about herself parading around in front of the Fourth Prince dressed like this...
Ji Zizhao subconsciously adjusted the outer robe on her shoulders.
To lure Ji Zongyou into her trap, Ji Zizhao had no choice but to wear such clothes.
However, going to the Ji family's ancestral graveyard dressed like this was too inappropriate.
It had to be said, he was considerate.
Ji Zizhao reached out and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside, but she could no longer find that white figure on the noisy street.
A corner of Flower Street.
Tang Di waited until the Ji family's eldest daughter's carriage had departed before saying, "The Ji family's eldest daughter is quite troublesome."
Xie Jinglan's dark eyes were deep, unfathomable in the sunlight, "Only then can the Emperor be relieved of his renewed suspicion of the Ji family."
The Emperor feared the Ji family precisely because of the glorious military achievements of the Ji family's men. Su Dan Novel Network.
However, the Emperor sparing the Ji family was not entirely due to regret for pushing the Ji family's men to their demise.
If any of the Ji family's men had survived the battle of Luoyi, even if Ji Zizhao could have sought justice for the Ji family, the Ji family would never have been ennobled.
All of this was because the Ji family had no male heirs left.
Therefore, the Emperor could fearlessly bestow honors upon the Ji family.
Now that a male heir had emerged, if it reached the Emperor's ears, he would suspect the Ji family of harboring a male heir and bestowing honors posthumously. In that case, the Ji family would once again become an object of the Emperor's fear and suspicion.
Ji Zizhao's commotion today was undoubtedly telling the Emperor that the Ji family had cut off its own arm.
This obscure and difficult layer was seen through and even clearly calculated by Ji Zizhao...
Speaking of which, it was the Fifth Prince's misfortune. If he had truly taken such a woman for himself, even Xie Jinglan would have a headache thinking about it.
Ji Zizhao, sitting in the carriage, looked at the commoners following the carriage with deep eyes.
No matter who was hiding Ji Zongyou's existence behind the Ji family, she could not always owe them this favor.
Ji Zongyou was arrogant, violent, and lawless. If he was not eliminated today, he would eventually become a root of trouble.
The past is a lesson for the future.
In the Ji family, with her presence, they would never repeat the same mistakes.
Outside the carriage, the mountain of the Ji family's ancestral graveyard could already be seen intermittently.
Ji Zizhao looked out through the carriage window, her slightly reddened eyes freezing into ice.
Mother, rest assured, your daughter will give you an explanation.
The Ji family servants who had come to the ancestral graveyard with Gu Peilan were standing at the foot of the mountain.
To their surprise, they saw the commoners of the imperial city marching towards them in waves.
The servants were stunned and didn't know what to do, when they saw Ji Zizhao alighting from the carriage, supported by Qing Zhu.
Upon seeing Ji Zizhao, the servants felt their legs go weak and all knelt on the ground.
"Eldest... Eldest Young Lady..."
She had really returned!
Ji Zizhao swept a look over the kneeling servants with a blank expression and silently walked up the mountain.
The servants exchanged terrified glances, all wondering if they should go and inform Gu Peilan.
After all, the newly returned First Madam had treated them quite well during this period.
"That... that is..."不知是哪个小厮眼尖，一下子看见了昏死在车辕上的人。
The other servants looked over, and their faces turned ashen.
That was the only young master of the Ji family now, beaten to the point of being unrecognizable!
And the person who dared and was able to lay hands on the young master...
The servants present knew without thinking.
Ji Zongyou's appearance was indeed too tragic, to the point where all the kneeling servants pretended to be dead.
Even the only young master was beaten to such a sorry state by the eldest young lady...
If they dared to go and report, the eldest young lady would surely beat them into meat paste!
Ji Zizhao, with Qing Zhu, walked up the mountain accompanied by a crowd of commoners.
As soon as they reached the summit, they saw Gu Peilan arrogantly pointing at the expressionless Lian Ju, "How dare you impersonate Zhao Jie'er! Speak, who gave you the courage to do this? Don't say you are just a servant of the Ji family; even if Zhao Jie'er herself were here today, she would not have the right to open the coffin!"
Gu Peilan had learned from her maid that Lian Ju served Ji Zizhao.
As a mere maid, Gu Peilan, now the First Madam of the Ji family, naturally did not take her seriously.
Faced with Gu Peilan's unwavering expression, Lian Ju suddenly knelt on one knee.
Gu Peilan was startled, but soon understood what was happening.
She probably thought that this damned servant had finally realized her mistake and intended to beg for mercy.
However, just as Gu Peilan was contemplating how to punish Lian Ju to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys and let everyone in the Ji family know her power, she saw the silent Lian Ju speak first.
"Your subordinate greets the Eldest Young Lady."
This greeting of "Eldest Young Lady" made Gu Peilan and Ji Renran's bodies tense up.
Immediately after, they heard Ji Zizhao's voice slowly ring out from behind, "Just as I ascended the mountain, I heard quite sharp words. This... Madam, you truly have a loud voice! And even greater prestige!"