CH 4

What did he mean by hadn’t been offered yet?

The vein on Ji Xingjue’s forehead jumped.

Qi Qing, looking at Cecilie, nodded in greeting: “Miss Cecilie.”

Cecilie quickly glanced at the signature on the application form and pondered for a moment. Considering that the replacement of the Imperial Marshal wouldn’t be over overnight, and in the next few years, there would be a certainty to be under Qi Qing’s mercy, she chose to suppress the dissatisfaction of being stood up yesterday, and smiled politely: “Lord Marshal.”

Qi Qing didn’t mean to talk more with her, stepped forward, and stood between the two, blocking them without leaving a space. He lowered his eyes to look at Ji Xingjue, his voice was neither high nor low: “You seem to have forgotten what identity you are now.”

Ji Xingjue, who was being pressed against the stone pillar, raised his eyes strangely. Only then did he realize that Qi Qing was really much taller than him now.

Yesterday he was in too much of a hurry, and hadn’t taken a careful look, but now he realized that he had to look up to meet Qi Qing’s eyes.

The proud and pretty face in his memory had been polished by time and the flames of war into a kind of cold and sharp handsomest; the sharpness was like a hard frozen ice dipping into the water and successfully turned into a knife which no stranger dared come near.

Ji Xingjue forgot what he was trying to say, his eyes blinked, “Ah?”

Qi Qing’s head tilted to the side of his ear, and his voice was deep and low: “Mrs. Marshal.”

This distance gave birth to a slight ambiguity, and the magnetic voice that fell in his ears caused the roots of his ears to numb. Ji Xingjue tried his best to tilt his head, and he almost choked when he realized what Qi Qing had said.

Qi Qing whispered softly: “As a married person, please pay attention to your distance from others.”

Ji Xingjue: “……”

Behind the stone pillars came the sound of chaos footsteps, Qi Qing glanced over there, and said unhurriedly, “Damel will go over to help you move tonight.”

After speaking, he changed his direction, walked away with his long legs, faster than before.

Several officials panted as they followed. Their faces were desperate and in despair, one after another, they were about to pass as they ran after him. They quickly wiped away their sweat and pulled their legs to keep up with Qi Qing. On the big winter day, the tips of their hair were wet into locks: “Lord Marshal! Please wait!”

Ji Xingjue looked at the few officials striding hard with short legs, and joked in a good mood, “Cecilie, do you think they are like a few potatoes with long legs?”

“What dumb riddle were you playing at just now?” Cecilie was unmoved. Just now Qi Qing deliberately lowered his voice. Except for the first and last sentence, she didn’t hear what the two of them were saying, “What identity? And moving? Qi Qing wants to drive you out of Ankara?”

Ji Xingjue pretended to be mysterious: “Sometimes, being too curious is not a good thing.”

“Don’t fool me, make it clear, what identity?”

The author has something to say:

Ji Xingjue & Qi Qing: Yes, we have a child.

T/N: haha laugh while still can. Now I’m looking forward to truth behind Duke Qi’s assassination…