The Double-Chapter 427 - 140 Order_5

"Damn it," Jiang Youyao sat down on the chair in dejection, "What should I do now?"

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The sky gradually darkened.

If there was anyone in the residence who could still come and go freely, it would be Jiang Li. She had just returned from the Ye Family and walked toward Fangfei Garden. Qingfeng and Ming Yue were sitting in the courtyard embroidering embroidered purses. Seeing Jiang Li return, they stood up to greet her.

"Has anything happened in the residence?" Jiang Li asked.

"Baoqin came by and returned the silver and charcoal that the young lady had given to Maternal Aunt Hu for relief," Ming Yue said, "Baoqin has been with Maternal Aunt Hu all her life, and with Maternal Aunt Hu gone, Baoqin no longer has a place to go, so the old madam returned the deed of sale and let Baoqin go home. However, it seems that Baoqin has lost hope and plans to spend the rest of her life in a temple under the ancient Buddha’s light." Ming Yue said with a sigh, "She is a pitiable person."

"Has she already left?" Jiang Li asked.

"She will leave the residence tomorrow."

Jiang Li then handed the silver back to Ming Yue, "Even if she is going to a temple, silver is indispensable. The days ahead are long; there’s no need to wager all her life’s retreat now. But to say this now, she won’t listen. Think of a way to give her the silver without letting her know," Jiang Li said.

Ming Yue took the silver, paused, and then said with a half-smile, "The young lady is really kind-hearted."

"It’s just sentimentality," Jiang Li shook her head.

"Right, Zhenzhu from the old madam’s side also came by," Qingfeng recalled something and said, "Zhenzhu mentioned that the old madam said after the young lady returns, she can go and see Lady Ji, if there is anything she wants to tell Lady Ji, she can go and talk to her."

Tonger expressed her surprise: "Isn’t the old madam not allowing anyone to get close to that madwoman, Lady Ji?"

"Who knows, maybe it’s specifically for the young lady to vent her anger. Lady Ji caused such misery for the young lady and the madam, it’s only natural that she should be scolded properly to feel relieved," Qingfeng said nonchalantly.

However, Jiang Li didn’t think so. The fact that the old madam had suddenly made this statement could only mean that she had made up her mind. Ji Shuran’s road had come to an end; this was the old madam letting her see Ji Shuran for the last time.

Jiang Li said, "Since it’s the old madam’s instruction, let’s go."

"Now?" Tonger asked.

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Any later, and it would be too late.

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Ji Shuran was tied up in an old room in a side courtyard.

The room inside and out was hung with white silk. Maternal Aunt Hu had died, and normally, when a concubine of a large household like hers passed away, there was no need to hold a funeral, especially for someone like Maternal Aunt Hu who had been almost forgotten over the years in the household. But because Maternal Aunt Hu’s death had been so tragic, the Jiang Family felt guilty, so even though she was a concubine, she still received a proper burial, and everyone in the residence wore mourning attire.

The room where Ji Shuran stayed was no exception. Only two white candles were lit in the room, and the wax dripped into strange shapes like human tears. At the door, someone had set up a copper basin with half-burnt paper money inside. Some of the paper had flown out, casting eerie shadows on the windows as they fluttered.

Ji Shuran huddled in a corner, feeling a chill down her spine.

There was no one else in the room. She felt very afraid, even yearning for the harsh-voiced maid servants at this moment, as having someone in the room meant she wouldn’t feel so haunted.

She had always considered herself not afraid of ghosts. As long as people had means, even ghosts feared the wicked. But ever since the day Chongxu Daoist Master came for exorcism, she had witnessed with her own eyes something that shattered her firm belief. There were ghosts in this world, and once she had confirmed this, Ji Shuran closed her eyes and could see all those people she had caused to die baring their fangs at her.

Ye Zhenzhen, Jiang Yueer, Liu Wencai, Si Qi, and many, many more, including the child in her belly. Her mind was extremely noisy with many people talking. At this moment, she felt incredibly vulnerable and wished that Jiang Bingji and Jiang Youyao were in front of her.

However, they had not come.

Thinking about it, she was unforgivable in the eyes of the Jiang family members, and naturally, her children would have been forbidden from visiting her. Fortunately, Jiang Yuanbai and Madam Jiang the Elder were reasonable people and would not take their anger out on her children due to her faults. With this thought, Ji Shuran felt somewhat better.

At that moment, there seemed to be a noise outside. Ji Shuran tensed up, curling into a tighter ball. Both her hands and feet were tied, rendering her immobile and unable to run away. She had never lived a hard life, much less been treated like this. Ji Shuran thought, given how harshly the Jiang Family was treating her, once she got out, she would definitely have her sister, Consort Li, find a way to retaliate against the Jiang family members fiercely.

Yes, Ji Shuran was still thinking of getting out.

Initially, she thought she wouldn’t have a chance to live because Liu Wencai’s ghost had appeared. But for some reason, Liu Wencai did not take her away. As long as a person is alive, the will to survive becomes extraordinarily strong. After Ji Shuran regained her senses, she began to think about how to escape.

Setting other things aside, at least her sister was one of the emperor’s most favored concubines; the Jiang Family would have to weigh carefully before moving against her.

The footsteps outside became gradually clearer, one step after another, neither light nor heavy, but Ji Shuran felt every step pounding hard on her heart.

The sound of people talking came from outside.

The door creaked open.

The wind stirred up the paper money on the ground, a person in plain white clothes and a white flower hairpin, holding a lantern, walked in.

It was Jiang Li.