Chapter 59 The White Lotus’ Acting Flares Up

Chapter 59: The White Lotus's Acting Begins

The man kept his head down and said nothing, his expression was dark and unreadable, so no one could tell what he was thinking.

The attendant beside him couldn't take it anymore, crouched down and whispered persuasively.

"Second Master, why not let Princess Ye try? The whole reason we came here today was to get the divine healers to help with your legs. What if Princess Ye can actually make you stand again?"

"Think about the master and mistress, and your brothers and family—are you really willing to give up everything and just walk away?"

As if the attendant's words hit home, the man's brow twitched, and he finally reacted.

"Fine, let this young lady give it a try."

"Zhufeng, whether my legs get healed or I end up standing or not, don't make things hard for this young lady."

With that, he suddenly looked up at Ji Yuntang and gave her a slight smile.

"Miss, just go ahead and treat me without worrying. No matter what happens, I'll accept my fate, and I won't blame you for my life or death."

He was already grateful someone was willing to step up and help.

Even if it ended in disappointment, what could he do about it?

He was already a miserable man—why drag others down with him?

Ji Yuntang was surprised by the man's attitude. She could tell he didn't have much faith in her.

He only said that to avoid burdening her.

She smiled at him in return. "Thanks for trusting me. I won't let you down."

If before she had entered the competition for money, now she was doing it for her own conscience.

She wasn't a saint, but she couldn't stand seeing people suffer.

Especially since this man had a soldier-like toughness that she admired.

"Your Highness, I need to reattach this gentleman's right leg. The process might not be suitable for public viewing. Please arrange a clean room for me and prepare hot water, towels, a dagger, white liquor, and stuff—I'll need them soon."

Before Ji Yuntang could finish speaking, and before Luo Jingshen could react, Ji Qingfeng from the crowd started shouting.

"Ji Yuntang, have you no shame? You're a married woman, yet you openly want to be alone with another man. Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation? With such shameless behavior, does your husband, Prince Ye, know about this?"

Ji Qingfeng was so pissed off today that he forgot he shared the Ji surname. Ruining Ji Yuntang's reputation wouldn't look good for the Marquis Yongning's estate.

After shouting without caring about the occasion, he felt a wave of relief. But he didn't notice that Luo Sinian's face had turned as black as coal.

Luo Sinian's gaze fell on the man in black, studying him closely—thick eyebrows, a straight nose, chiseled features, red lips. Despite the man's messy hair and beard, they couldn't hide the nobility radiating from him.

Luo Sinian was startled. Could it be that Ji Yuntang wanted to treat this man alone because she liked him?

He didn't believe she had the skill to fix a broken leg.

With his third brother gone, was this woman so desperate and reckless?

How outrageous!

At that thought, any goodwill Luo Sinian had felt toward Ji Yuntang disappeared.

Indeed, some people were inherently low and could never change.

Ji Yuntang, unaware of this, quickly moved to Ji Qingfeng's side before he could react.

Raising her hand—

"Slap!"

A loud slap, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, left five red finger marks on his face, stunning Ji Qingfeng.

His eyes wide with disbelief, he stammered, "You—you dare hit me?"

This bitch dared to strike him in front of so many people?

"Ji Qingfeng, words can bring disaster. Do you think everyone is as filthy-minded as you? If you don't want to be hit, keep your stinking mouth shut. I won't provoke you, and don't let the Marquis Yongning's estate trouble me. We'll leave each other alone. But if you're blind enough to cross me, my slap isn't just for show. Others may fear you, but I, Ji Yuntang, do not!"

After days of training at Prince Ye's mansion, Ji Yuntang felt she had regained much of her past strength. She had put all her force into that slap, showing no mercy.

It was one thing for him to insult her, but dragging Luo Junhe into it was unforgivable.

She couldn't understand how his mind worked—he never learned from his mistakes. She had already hit him once before, yet he still dared to jump around in front of her.

Ji Qingqing bit her lower lip, tears glistening in her eyes as she looked at Ji Yuntang with disappointment.

"Sister, Second Brother only meant well for you. A man and woman alone in a room—he worried that treating another man's leg injury in private would harm your reputation. How can you hit someone without understanding the situation?"

Ji Yuntang sneered. Even now, Ji Qingqing was trying to drag her down to elevate themselves.

For her own good?

Who, in the name of doing good, would loudly call her wanton and shameless in front of thousands?

If that was goodness, then Ji Yuntang hoped Ji Qingqing would excel at it—be the best, the most outstanding, unrivaled.

Ji Yuntang shot a sarcastic glance at Ji Qingfeng. "A foul mouth is a disease that needs curing. We're all human for the first time—why should I defer to him?"

Ji Qingqing's face twisted in pain, her body swaying as if about to collapse. "But he's your own brother! You share the same blood. How can you be so cruel to your own brother?"

"Is it because you were left behind in the countryside as a child that you resent us so much? That was just an accident! Father and Mother already sent you a hundred thousand taels of silver as compensation. Why can't you let it go? Sister, by doing this, where do you place Grandmother, Father, and Mother? And where does that leave the Marquis Yongning's estate?"

Growing agitated, Ji Qingqing's face flushed red as she stepped forward to grab Ji Yuntang's hand.

"Sister, apologize to Second Brother now. When we return, I'll put in a good word for you with Grandmother, Father, and Mother. Even if you dislike us, we still see you as family. In the future, you'll surely need our estate's support at Prince Ye's mansion."

Ji Yuntang almost laughed in anger. "We, we, we"—how dare Ji Qingqing claim that?

Yes, they were a family, and she, Ji Yuntang, was the outsider.

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