The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 51 Even if we become puppets, we must be together

Ji Shanchuan was brought by Prime Minister Ji and was making friends with the young men and women from prominent families in Xiangshui County.

Ling Hong poked the roasted chicken with her chopsticks. "As the old saying goes, 'A rich man faces a rich man, a poor man faces a poor man.' Look, the rich and the poor even have clear seats when they eat, let alone other things. Now he is surrounded by many young ladies from wealthy families, so what am I? Of course he won't take the initiative to ask me to leave, otherwise he would seem heartless, but I have to know this in my heart."

Xiao Baojing glanced secretly at Ji Shanchuan.

The boy was born handsome and strong, and after being carefully groomed by the maids tonight, he actually looked quite handsome.

She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "But I don't think Mr. Ji is the kind of person who despises the poor and loves the rich."

Linghong plucked up the courage to look at Ji Shanchuan again.

The boy seemed to sense something and looked towards her.

Ling Hong quickly retracted her gaze: "He is a good man, and I can't delay his future."

Opposite the waterside pavilion, Prime Minister Ji was sitting upright.

A man who had been in the court for many years naturally noticed the gazes of Ling Hong and Xiao Baojing.

He entertained the guests with a smile on his face, but snorted from his nose: "An orphan girl, a monster..."

His eyes passed by Shang Bingjiu, who was standing with his hands in his pockets, smiling at Xiao Baojing. He snorted again, "There's also a shabby peddler walking around the streets! Are these the shabby people you usually associate with?!"

Ji Shanchuan sat beside him with a gentle smile on his face.

He said, "It's not that I make friends with these people, but I am just that kind of person. If Grandfather is dissatisfied with me, you can just let me go. I will never covet your family's wealth."

"You ignorant boy!" Prime Minister Ji shouted angrily, "You are young and full of energy, and you don't know what the word Ji family means!"

Ji Shanchuan doesn't care what the Ji family means.

He only knew that Prime Minister Ji's sons and grandsons were all dead, and this black-faced old man urgently needed a puppet to inherit his mantle and lead the Ji family back to Yejing to continue enjoying the power and wealth of their prominent family.

But he didn't want to be a puppet pushed forward by the Ji family.

He wanted to be Ji Shanchuan, the boatman rowing across the Xiang River.

He doesn't care about the Ji family, he only cares about whether he can participate in the parade this year.

Get five taels of silver and buy a silver bracelet for Linghong.

He only cares about whether he can participate in the dragon boat race during this year's Dragon Boat Festival.

I brought a big fat duck home and made soup for Sun A Niang and Ling Hong.

The Ji family is not his home.

The Xiang River is it.

After the banquet, a maid found Linghong and said with a fake smile: "My master would like to ask Miss Linghong to come and talk for a moment."

Linghong is the bravest girl by the Xiang River.

She has a broad vision and is clear-headed.

But when facing the sullen-faced Prime Minister Ji, she would still be frightened instinctively.

She held Xiao Baojing's hand and looked at her pleadingly.

Xiao Baojing said righteously: "I'll go with you!"

But the two did not see Prime Minister Ji.

The steward of the Ji family handed a box of silver ingots to Linghong, smiling from ear to ear: "There are fifty taels of snowflake silver in it, which is enough for Miss Linghong and Grandma Sun to live on in their old age. Miss Linghong should understand what our Prime Minister means, right?"

Xiao Baojing thought to himself, isn't this just a replica of the "There's five million in the card, leave my son" scene in the CEO drama?
Ling Hong held the box, her eyes full of stubbornness: "My mother and I will never appear in front of Ji Shanchuan again."

The steward was very satisfied with her attitude.

Xiao Baojing held a lantern and accompanied Linghong to the side room.

The Ji family’s ancestral home is very large.

The pomegranate flowers were about to bloom, and pavilions and towers were hidden among the lush flowers and trees. Darkness surged in from the shadows outside the lanterns, like a huge and ferocious beast, tightly surrounding the two of them. Looking around, the road ahead was dark and the future was also a chaos.

Linghong's voice was clear and cold: "The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon."

In previous years, the three of them would have a great time during the Dragon Boat Festival. But this year, she didn't get to hold the big fat duck that Ji Shanchuan won.

She only held a box of cold silver ingots.

She looked back and looked at the pavilion of the Ji family's ancestral home.

The pavilion with rolled eaves and brackets stood in the darkness, as if swallowing up the mountains and rivers.

The spirited young man in the dragon boat race...

The boy she liked...

Won't be back.

Linghong's nose felt sore and she suddenly leaned on Xiao Baojing's shoulder, sobbing softly.

...

Linghong took Sun A Niang and left the Ji family's ancestral home overnight.

It was still snowing in Xiao Baojing's house, so she had to go to Shang Bingjiu's house and sit down first.

She held her face in her hands and said, "Tell me, how can we make Master Ji and Ling Hong be together?"

Shang Bingjiu was making colorful clothes for the puppet under the lamp: "Why do we need to be together?"

"Because they like each other!"

"If we like each other, do we have to be together? Do you know Ji Shanchuan? What if he regrets giving up the wealth and glory that is within his reach for a woman?"

Xiao Baojing was stunned.

She had never thought about that.

She suddenly asked, "What about you? If you like a woman, would you be with her regardless of everything?"

"I can."

He answered so confidently, as if he already had a woman he liked in his heart.

Realizing this, Xiao Baojing's heartbeat quickened.

But she had never seen the peddler get close to any girl, and he lived in the deep mountains, where his neighbors were all monsters. Where would he find a girl he liked?
Thinking of this, she felt a little less uncomfortable, but still asked with some concern: "Do you have a girl you like now?"

The lights are bright.

The young man had a charming figure, red lips and white teeth, and his fox eyes smiled in the candlelight: "Guess."

Xiao Baojing couldn't guess it.

But he smiled so brightly, it didn't seem like he didn't have someone he liked.

She bit her lip and asked in a roundabout way, "Then...does the girl you like like you too?"

This question is a bit tricky.

Whether the peddler answers yes or no, it proves that he has a girl he likes.

Shang Bingjiu raised his head.

His fox eyes were as red as honey. He stared into Xiao Baojing's eyes and said, "She used to hate me."

Xiao Baojing took a deep breath.

He really has a girl he likes.

Her heart seemed to slowly sink to the bottom of the cold water, and the warmth from every part of her body was drained away. This was a feeling she had never experienced in her life.

She lowered her eyelashes, her voice was so low that she didn't even notice it: "She doesn't like you, why do you still like her?"

"Yes. I want to be with the girl I like no matter what. Even if she hates me, I will still be with her. We will be together through life and death. Even if I become a puppet, I will still be with her."

Xiao Baojing didn't have the courage to ask who the girl he liked was.

She returned to her room and sat alone in the snow for a long time.

(End of this chapter)