Chapter 399 - 399 Young Master Ji Yunxi (1)

399 Young Master Ji Yunxi (1)

Shen Yijia sat on Furball’s back and hummed a few songs in a good mood. She vaguely heard a few vague words “Your Highness”.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She dug her ears. Since she couldn’t hear the voice again, Shen Yijia didn’t take it seriously.

She began to remind Furball carefully, “Remember the place we went to today. In the future, keep an eye on it when you’re free. If you see anyone stealing fish, you don’t have to go out. Just roar and scare them away.”

The beautiful uncle had said that if she wanted to eat fish in the future, she could catch them there. Wouldn’t the fish pond be hers?

It was actually hers. Of course, she couldn’t let others think about it.

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“However, you can’t go to the temple. That old monk doesn’t look very easy to talk to. If you scare his visitors away, he definitely won’t let you off.”

“Also, if anyone wants to hunt you, think of a way to bite a few people to death first. If you scare them, quickly take the opportunity to run deeper into the mountains, understand? When you run, you can’t run in a straight line. What if they shoot arrows?”

Although her beautiful husband said that ordinary people did not dare to kill in the Hidden Spirit Temple, what if they encountered an extraordinary person like her? Therefore, she felt that she had to remind Furball clearly.

Shen Yijia experienced the sadness of an old mother who had to send her son on a long trip. Furball was so touched that tears welled up in its eyes.

After reminding him for a while, Shen Yijia took out a small medicine bottle with a red string tied to it.

She leaned forward and lay on Furball’s body, bringing the red string to its neck. “I placed a great tonic pill in here. When I rubbed the pill, I added a drop of spiritual liquid. If you’re injured, bite through the bottle and eat the medicine.”

Furball had never left Shen Yijia’s side since it was young. Usually, she said that she despised it, but she had always treated it as a family.

When she knew that she had to send Furball away, she made the pill as soon as the spiritual liquid gathered.

She was worried sick.

She muttered all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Shen Yijia got into the carriage and asked Furball to go back, but Furball ran with the carriage for a while before stopping.

Looking in the direction the carriage had left, it stood where it was and howled.

Its voice was not loud, but it made one’s heart ache.

Mo Yuan seemed to remember herself looking for her mistress everywhere. She pulled the reins of the horse to slow it down and turned around to call out to the carriage, “Miss.”

“There’s no need to stop,” Shen Yijia said gloomily.

Her beautiful husband was right. Furball should be the king of the jungle, not a domesticated kitten. If it continued to live with them, it would do both sides harm.

When Song Jingchen arrived at the palace, it was already seven o’clock in the morning. The morning court session hadn’t ended yet.

According to Emperor Chong’an’s instructions, Eunuch Li brought Song Jingchen to the imperial study. “Young Master Song, His Majesty will come over after the court session. Wait here.”

Unable to figure out how Emperor Chong’an planned to treat Song Jingchen, Eunuch Li didn’t dare to invite him to the side hall on his own accord. He could only let him stand outside the door.

Song Jingchen didn’t say anything about this arrangement and only nodded slightly. “Thank you.”

Eunuch Li immediately said, “No need.”

Perhaps because there were many things to do at the court meeting today, there was no news of the court being dismissed until noon.

The sun was high in the sky, and Song Jingchen’s temples were already drenched in sweat, but he still stood there obediently, letting the sweat fall from his face without reaching out to wipe it.

“The Hall of Supreme Harmony has prepared food. Did something major happen in the imperial court?”

“Is that something you should ask? Look carefully into your head.”

Two eunuchs walked past the corridor not far away. Their simple conversation revealed a message. The morning meeting would not end anytime soon.

Song Jingchen’s lips curled into a mocking smile. Emperor Chong’an was like this.

When he wanted to kill someone but couldn’t, he liked to use some petty methods to make things difficult for them.

However, this time, Song Jingchen had misunderstood Emperor Chong’an. He didn’t expect so many things to happen today.

The ministers reported one after another. “It’s nothing serious, right? Is it a big deal that there hasn’t been rain for three months north of Scholartree City? Is it a big deal that bandits are rampant in the coastal areas of Yuezhou?”

If there was a problem, it had to be resolved, especially regarding the bandits. The court was arguing.

In less than half a month, it would be Emperor Chong’an’s birthday. The envoys of other countries would be arriving in the capital soon.

The statuses of the people from the Wu Kingdom and the Xuanyuan Kingdom who were sent to Great Xia this year were extraordinary. Naturally, they could not let the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites be in charge of receiving them like in the past. No matter what, they had to send someone of similar status as the emperor.