I really became a king.

Chapter 340 Growing old overnight

Ji Shuyi, who was feeling a little ashamed and embarrassed, was stunned by what Jiang Yi said. Although he thought it was just a joke, he felt very emotional in his heart.

Qi Guang had five or six legitimate sons, but the one who had been silently accompanying him in the past few years was indeed this illegitimate son who had no status at all in the family.

After Jiang Yi said this, he didn't say anything further, but looked at the thin figure in front of him.

If it weren't for the memory of his previous life, who would have thought that this thin and dark little boy in front of him was a hidden martial arts genius, and a master at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, hiding his skills very deeply and deceiving everyone.

Speaking of which, this child is also a miserable child. His mother was of humble origin, but she had a peerless beauty and a gentle and non-aggressive temperament.

Naturally, she was doted on by the current Marquis Wu Yao, Ji Shuyi, and was the recipient of all the love and favor.

However, the real head of Wuyaohou Mansion was not Ji Shuyi, but his old mother. And Ji Shuyi's wife happened to be his old mother's niece.

Even though the child's mother had the protection of Marquis Wu Yao, he could not stay by her side all the time. As a result, when the child was six years old, the woman suddenly became terminally ill and passed away the next day. Although Marquis Wu Yao tried his best to rush back, he still did not get to see her for the last time.

From then on, the young boy named Ji Jingzhi was always kept by Wu Yaohou Ji Shuyi, who would always try to take him with him wherever he went.

At first, Ji Shuyi's action caused dissatisfaction among everyone in the mansion, but soon everyone was relieved.

Because Ji Jingzhi was always with Ji Shuyi, he was basically a punching bag and was beaten and scolded at any time. In the worst incident, Ji Jingzhi was beaten so badly that he was covered with bruises and was only hanging on by one breath. If the old lady in Wu Yaohou Mansion had not been moved by compassion and given him a life-saving elixir, the child would have probably followed his mother to death long ago.

In this way, Ji Jingzhi grew up with his father until he was ten years old, which is his current age.

Perhaps because he had been surrounded by his father's brilliance since childhood, Ji Jingzhi's personality was somewhat withdrawn, even stupid, and he usually didn't say a word when he met anyone.

Only when in front of his father Ji Shuyi would he often show a silly smile.

Moreover, no matter how Ji Shuyi beat, scolded or yelled at people, he always had a smile on his face, so many people treated him as a fool.

But Jiang Yi knew that the ten-year-old boy in front of him was definitely not stupid. Not only was he not stupid, but he was also extremely intelligent. He just hid himself so well that even his father, who had been with him day and night, did not notice it.

Even more than sixty years later, the other party was still the same, facing his father's cold face and scolding with a silly smile all day long.

However, perhaps considering that the other party had grown up, Ji Shuyi usually just scolded him and never hit him again.

Ji Jingzhi also became the most handy "close follower" of Wu Yaohou Ji Shuyi. He usually followed behind him, serving tea and water, cleaning the stables, and holding the horse's stirrups when going out to battle.

But one day more than sixty years later, something happened. Wu Yaohou Ji Shuyi completely rejected the solicitation of the secular sect and openly stood on the side of secular martial arts, which brought him a fatal disaster.

All his children cut off ties with him and turned to the secluded sect that had reached its peak of power, including his five legitimate sons whom he had placed high hopes on and cultivated with great effort.

He was deserted by everyone, with only Ji Jingzhi and his elderly mother left by his side. Even though his cultivation had already reached the eighth level at that time, he was hunted down by several cultivators of the same level from secular sects, and eventually found himself in a desperate situation.

Not long after, three generations of the family were taken to the execution ground. In the bleak autumn wind, no one from the Ji family came to see them off. Then Ji Jingzhi took action.

No one expected that this bastard, who was jokingly called the "Ten Thousand Year Horse Slave" of the Ji family, was actually hiding so deeply that he killed the two eighth-level hermit monks who were supervising the execution on the spot.

Moreover, with his own strength, he challenged the entire Dali Imperial Capital. No less than ten of the most powerful men from the secular world were killed by him, which made the secular sects terrified.

Afterwards, Ji Jingzhi disappeared with his father and grandmother, and has since become a legend, because many people speculated that his cultivation at that time might have already entered the legendary ninth realm.

Unfortunately, there is no way to verify it... including where his terrifying martial arts skills came from and who taught him, it has become an unsolved mystery.

Jiang Yi quietly looked at Ji Jingzhi, who was only ten years old now, with full of curiosity. If he guessed correctly, the other party might have already had that great adventure.

But he was just curious and had no greedy intentions.

Wuyao Marquis Ji Shuyi was unaware of this. After seeing Jiang Yi's gaze on his son, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since the prince has guessed my intention, I won't beat around the bush..."

"Your Majesty, can you please take my useless son into your fold and bring him to the Western Frontier for the sake of the "Hands That Capture Mountains and Lock Mountains"?"

After saying this, he looked at Jiang Yi expectantly, fearing that he would be misunderstood, and explained, "As long as we give him food to eat and let him survive, that's enough. Although my son is a little stupid, he is very hardworking. There is absolutely no problem for him to be a doorman..."

Jiang Yi turned his gaze towards the other party and said, "My Lord, you want me to pass on the "Mountain Capturing and Mountain Locking Hand" to him, right?"

Ji Shuyi looked a little embarrassed, and laughed dryly, "It would be the best if he could catch the prince's eye..."

"Since I said this at the grand court meeting that day, I will not break my promise. But have you thought it through, my Lord? Are you really not going to pass it on to other legitimate sons, but to him instead?"

Ji Shuyi showed a hint of joy on his face: "Did the prince agree? As for the other sons, the wealth of Wuyao Marquis's Mansion is enough for them to enjoy for several lifetimes..."

Jiang Yi smiled and said, "I don't care, but Western Xinjiang is a bitter and cold place. How could you bear it, My Lord? Your life will be over..." After saying that, he secretly watched the ten-year-old Ji Jingzhi.

Sure enough, after hearing Jiang Yi's words, the teenager who had been keeping his head down stupidly, his eyes flashed for a moment, but he immediately returned to his stupid look.

Ji Shuyi glanced at his son upon hearing this. Seeing Jiang Yi gently shook his head, he gave up the idea of ​​sending his son away and said, "How can a unicorn stay in a pond? Your Majesty is a hidden dragon in the abyss. How can he live forever in the bitter cold of the Western Frontier..."

"Besides, even if he stays in Western Xinjiang for the rest of his life, it may not be a bad thing for him."

Jiang Yi remained silent. There were many smart people in this world, and many of them must have guessed Jiang Yi's thoughts, but no one thought highly of them.

Including this Marquis Wu Yao, I'm afraid he also wanted to take a gamble. If he succeeds, maybe he, a bastard, will have a strong support to settle down.

Ji Shuyi had the same idea. It didn't matter if he lost the bet. Being far away in the Western Frontier, he could just leave the whirlpool of Wuyaohou Mansion. If he stayed in the mansion, he really didn't know how long he could protect the other party.

Jiang Yi nodded, looked back at Ji Jingzhi who had been standing there with his head down, and asked, "Are you willing to become my disciple and go to Western Xinjiang with me?"

Ji Jingzhi finally raised his head, shook his head and said, "I won't go, I want to stay with my father." "You bastard, why are you staying with me!" Ji Shuyi scolded him and kicked him, "Get out, get out of here!"

"I won't leave. Before my mother died, she asked me to stay with my father and be filial to him. I won't go anywhere!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yi's heart moved, knowing that Ma Shan might have solved the mystery. He had always been curious about what was the reason that allowed such a young child to not be twisted by hatred and always stick to the kindness in his heart.

You know, if it were any other person, even if their personality was not twisted, they would definitely harbor resentment. But Ji Jingzhi didn't have that. Even though he was surrounded in his previous life, he always held his grandmother tightly in his arms and blocked all the harm with his body.

From this, we can see that the other party really has no resentment in his heart.

Ji Shuyi was also stunned when he heard his son's words, but he immediately sneered: "Filial piety? Your mother died with hatred in her heart, but your father did nothing. I'm afraid you have hated your father for a long time."

Although Ji Jingzhi was only ten years old and his expression and tone were still a little childish, he showed a maturity that his peers did not have. He only said: "Mom has never hated me, and I don't hate Dad, nor will I hate Grandmother..."

"Don't hate your grandmother? Do you think your father will believe it?" Ji Shuyi's expression changed, but he still sneered.

If it weren't for the memory of the previous life, Jiang Yi would not have believed it. After all, the old woman had an unshirkable responsibility for the death of the other party's mother, so how could she not have a trace of resentment?

"I really don't hate my father and grandmother... because I know that my father is still in pain..."

After saying that, she suddenly raised her little hand and touched the top of Wu Yaohou Ji Shuyi's head, as if she wanted to touch his hair, but she stopped there halfway.

When Ji Shuyi saw his son's action, he suddenly understood something and asked in a trembling voice, "Did you see everything that night?"

After his son nodded in agreement, Ji Shuyi's body seemed to suddenly fall apart. He sat there, no longer as strong as before, nor did he have the usual cold expression of a tiger father. He looked much more decadent all of a sudden.

Ji Jingzhi's little hand, which had stopped in the air, moved forward again and gently stroked Ji Shuyi's black hair.

"That night, the child did not fall asleep and saw everything..."

Jiang Yi listened quietly at the side and understood the reason.

When Wu Yaohou returned from the border that year, he didn't even see his beloved woman for the last time. He only saw a cold corpse, but he did not show any emotion in front of outsiders.

He just waited there for one night. That night, Ji Jingzhi, who was only six years old, was also present.

How could he not have a trace of resentment in his heart at that time, but he was pressed on the sleeping point by Ji Shuyi. However, from beginning to end, even Ji Shuyi did not notice that, behind him, there was a pair of eyes quietly watching him.

Ji Jingzhi was not asleep at all and witnessed everything from beginning to end.

It was also on that night that the young Ji Jingzhi understood for the first time what men’s tears were.

That night, in that room that was completely isolated from the outside world, Ji Shuyi, a grown man, cried heart-wrenchingly, hugging his mother's body and crying all night long.

His originally black hair turned white overnight. Ji Jingzhi witnessed it all from beginning to end with his eyes open, watching his father's black hair turn white bit by bit.

Ji Shuyi, crying heart-wrenchingly, said a lot to his deceased wife that night and promised her that he would never let their son suffer any injustice from others and would make sure that he would grow up safely.

He also begged his deceased wife to forgive him for not being able to seek justice for her, because that person was his mother. Although his mother did not do all this deliberately, she had been watching coldly. But as a son, he could not do anything for his mother.

When it was almost dawn, Ji Shuyi looked at his son Ji Jingzhi silently again and whispered a lot. Although Ji Jingzhi pretended to close his eyes, he could still feel the strong love in his heart.

There was one sentence in particular, which he heard clearly: Don't worry, Dad won't let anyone put a finger on you in the future. Only Dad can beat you or scold you, no one else can!

In the following four years, my father did exactly that. He scolded me in front of outsiders, but he never let me be bullied by others, even with a scolding.

Even when he was beaten and bruised all over and was dying, he knew that his father had knocked him unconscious and he was acting on purpose. Sure enough, since then, no one, including the mean mistress, has ever troubled him again.

Even every time my grandmother saw me, she would hesitate to speak, her eyes full of regret.

"I never thought that there is such a thing as turning white hair overnight..."

Looking at Ji Shuyi's black hair, Jiang Yi sighed secretly. The other party obviously didn't want others to see his sad and weak side, so he secretly dyed his hair black.

Unexpectedly, this scene fell into Ji Jingzhi's eyes, and he witnessed the whole process of "white hair overnight" from beginning to end...

At this point, Ji Shuyi regained his original appearance as a loving father and sighed, "You have suffered a lot in the past few years... Just don't resent your grandmother. She didn't expect it to be like this. If you want to hate someone, just hate your father."

Ji Jingzhi shook his head: "I really don't hate grandma at all."

"Really, you don't have any resentment at all?" Ji Shuyi still didn't quite believe it. Even Jiang Yi next to him didn't believe it.

Ji Jingzhi nodded, as if recalling something, and said, "Before my mother died, she asked me, if I got married in the future and I didn't like her, and one day, I accidentally caused her death, what would I do then?"

"Sever all ties with mother from now on? Or kill mother to avenge your wife?"

"The child couldn't answer, and mother told the child to let go of hatred and not to be blinded by hatred, and to take good care of dad for her, because dad would be very sad when he came back..."

"That night, I saw my father's suffering and understood my mother's intentions..."

After hearing his son's words, Ji Shuyi sat there blankly for a long time, speechless, his face full of melancholy and nostalgia.

Jiang Yi silently looked at the ten-year-old boy in front of him, feeling deeply moved. Even an adult might not be able to have such a character.

And the other party had adhered to this original intention for seventy years in his previous life. This alone is enough to make him worthy of the halo of the protagonist.

(End of this chapter)