CH 12.3

This was the result Ji Yunxi had been waiting for for several days.

Even at the time when she really got it, there were no waves at all in her heart.

Ji Yunxi gently bowed to him, with no sorrow or joy on her face: “Thank you, An Lang[1].”

Wu Wei’an took out a piece of paper from the pocket of the man in black, smiling sincerely and affectionately: “Yun Niang is too polite.”

Using the moonlight, he smoothed the piece of paper bit by bit.

On the top is his portrait and on the lower right corner, a few small words were written there——

‘Wu family, Wu Wei’an’

Wu Wei’an looked at it a few times, then stood up and handed it to Ji Yunxi: “Look at this. Are you familiar with this handwriting?”

Ji Yunxi took it, only glanced at it, and pursed her lips.

Wu Wei’an returned the corpses to their original state and looked at her expression: “Whose is it?”

Ji Yunxi lowered her eyes: “My Seventh Brother’s.”

In fact, since the time those good-for-nothing wealthy sons do something to Wu Wei’an in her Seventh Brother’s name, she already knew that someone has a bad intention.

When she saw this piece of paper with very familiar handwriting and drawing, she finally completely understood it.

All the fuss before is for tonight.

The person behind bought the assassins, killed Wu Wei’an, and left such a piece of paper on the assassin’s body, it was all to point the spearhead at Ji Mingshuang.

In order to prevent his sister from marrying, Ji Mingshuang asked someone to kill Wu Wei’an. The reason is perfectly logical and makes sense, and the evidence is also conclusive.

If Wu Wei’an really died tonight.

Then, Ji Yunxi is very likely won’t be able to escape the fate of entering the palace, and Ji Mingshuang will also be imprisoned.

With the attitude of the Ji family towards their relatives, the Ji family will definitely try their best to catch the culprit.

And the person hiding behind may be able to use Ji Mingshuang as bait and bite a few more Ji family members down.

The links are intertwined, and it really calculated people’s hearts perfectly.

The corners of Ji Yunxi’s lips twitched and there’s a little bit of irony in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything.

Wu Wei’an asked: “Can you guess who it is?”

Ji Yunxi tore up the paper bit by bit: “I do have a candidate in my heart.”

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Wu Wei’an said: “Tell me.”

Ji Yunxi was also not polite at all: “Yang Weitian.”

Wu Wei’an suddenly turned to look at her.

He didn’t say anything, and just looked at her like that.

Ji Yunxi raised her eyes and looked at him, silently asking: “?”

Wu Wei’an smiled: “So, that’s how you choose a husband.”

“Can’t I?” Ji Yunxi raised her eyebrows.

“Of course you can.” Wu Wei’an looked at the moon above his head, “But I am better than him.”

Ji Yunxi says nothing at all.

She crumpled the torn paper into a ball and wanted to find a place to burn it. But as soon as she thought about it, she remembered the conditions of the Wu family. It is very likely that they can’t even afford to burn charcoal. At present, she estimated that there’s no place to burn it at all.

But the people from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple will definitely come over. Ji Yunxi is not at ease if the note is not completely resolved right now.

Wu Wei’an saw her dilemma and stretched out his hand: “Give it to me.”

The hand in front of her is extremely beautiful, slender and well-proportioned.

Ji Yunxi stared at it a few more times before putting the paper ball on it.

Wu Wei’an crumpled it casually and threw it into the air.

A ghost figure flashed, and the paper ball was intercepted by Xuezhu.

Wu Wei’an turned to ask her and decided to give her a meeting gift: “Do you have any words written or paintings drawn by Yang Weitian?”

Ji Yunxi raised her eyebrow: “Can you imitate it?”

“I have learned it.” Wu Wei’an said concisely and comprehensively, paused for a while, and said, “But if you don’t have it now with you, then it will be too late…”

“Oh, I have.” Ji Yunxi’s eyebrows narrowed slightly, then she took out a purse from her arms, and then took out a piece of paper from the purse.

This is the letter Yang Weitian replied to her before. She just casually kept it, thinking that she might be able to use it in the future.

Wu Wei’an took over the paper and took a deep look at her. Without any delay, he walked back to the room with light steps.

Soon, he came over again and took out a piece of paper. The drawing and words on it were exactly the same as the previous one.

But the handwriting and the style of painting have changed.

As soon as Wu Wei’an stuffed the paper back into her hand, the people from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple arrived.

The author has something to say:

Eldest Wu: Why does she keep the letter from her ex on her body all the time?

[1] Lang: the opposite of ‘Niang’, which is also a form of address but to a man, similar to ‘darling’.