Ji Wanniang secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she still insisted on asking.

"Then tell me, are you the son of the Lin family?"

Ying Qi looked at her and didn't answer immediately, but asked rhetorically, "If I'm not, if you're not, you don't plan to ask for me."

Ji Wanniang frowned, not understanding what Ying Qi meant.

Ying Qi's voice lowered and said slowly: "Although you and I have become relatives and have the reality of husband and wife, I always feel that this marriage is like a child's house, and it has not been recognized by you."

"The Lin family is rich and rivals the country, and the third son of the Lin family belongs to the descendants, and his net worth will naturally be very expensive in the future. If I were him, you might think about our relationship. If I weren't him, you would have abandoned me, would?"

Ji Wanniang's face turned cold, she got up and scolded, "That's how you see me? In your mind, I, Ji Wanniang, am such a person who hates the poor and loves the rich?"

"That's not what I meant." Ying Qi's voice was a little bitter.

He didn't look at Ji Wanniang again, but grabbed the corner of the quilt and whispered: "Wanniang is so good, I am ashamed of myself compared to Wanniang, and I always feel that I am not worthy."

Ji Wanniang was angry and wanted to laugh, but her heart was also sour.

For as long as she can remember, no one seems to have thought her so good.

From the parents and sisters at home, to the old bustard in the Qinglou, and then to the old lady Zong...... Everyone is measuring her worth and what she can bring to the table.

Only the stupid big man in front of him thinks she is good anywhere.

Ji Wanniang pursed her lower lip, forcibly suppressed her bad temper, and said, "Do you think I'm good everywhere, isn't it also because of my identity as the leader of Pingsha City? If I were just an ordinary woman, would you still feel ashamed of yourself?"

"Even if you're not the leader of Pingsha City, I think you're good everywhere."

Ying Qi raised his head again, glanced at Ji Wanniang, and said from the bottom of his heart: "In addition to status and identity, what you have with yourself is what I like the most."

This is akin to a confession.

Ji Wanniang's cheeks were hot and a little embarrassed.

After Ying Qi finished speaking, he couldn't wait to find a hole in the ground directly.

When the two fell into an awkward silence, the voice of the guard suddenly came from outside: "Ji Longtou, the old lady is invited."

Ji Wanniang instantly regained her cold expression, she glanced at Ying Qi, and whispered: "Rest here, no one dares to break in under normal circumstances."

"I see." Ying Qi nodded.

Ji Wanniang looked at him, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, so she simply turned around and walked out the door.

When she reached the door, Ying Qi called out to her, "Evening Mother."

Ji Wanniang turned around.

The first rays of light of the morning fell from the doorway and shone on her beautiful face.

Ying Qi stared blankly, only to feel that this light seemed to be silent, and it pierced into his heart unswervingly.

Such a sour and sweet feeling was something he had never experienced in his life.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ji Wanniang raised her eyebrows and urged, "What's the matter?"

Ying Qi came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "I...... I just want to say that I don't like you because of your status. I'd rather you're just an ordinary woman, rather than the head of Pingsha City who is tired from running around like this."

Ji Wanniang quietly hooked her lower lip, and quickly dispersed.

She calmly said, "Anything else?"

"And, more?" Ying Qi thought for a moment and whispered, "I am indeed not the third son of the Lin family."

Ji Wanniang's eyes narrowed, and she wanted to ask him who he was, but looking at Ying Qi's pure and sincere eyes, she didn't say anything in the end.

This is already an improvement.

She thought, she couldn't push the other person too hard.

After all, the two are already husband and wife who have witnessed and worshiped the church.

Ji Wanniang smiled and waved her hand: "I know, I'll talk about it when I come back."

She walked briskly out of the side yard, her lips rising all the way.

Until he entered the council

hall, only to regain a cold expression.

Old Madam Zong sat at the top, staring at the bottom with an expressionless face.

The group of dragon heads sat in columns, all holding their breath and condensing, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Ji Wanniang glanced ahead, Zhao Fuling was also there, and she and Zong Jin sat on the left and right of the old lady.

Tomorrow is the day of the wedding of the two, and the hall has long been plastered with happy words and red silk. can clearly be a festive thing, but it makes people feel depressed and breathless at this time.

After Ji Wanniang hugged her fists and saluted, she sat down in the empty seat next to Zhao Fuling.

Mrs. Zong gave Miao Lan a look, and Miao Lan began to talk about Zong You's murder.

Everyone knows that it is the murderer, but there has been no clue.

"The two guards who were guarding the Seventh Young Master's house have been locked up. But no matter how they tortured, they bit them to death and didn't see anyone. The other guards in the courtyard didn't notice anyone entering the courtyard."

Miao Lan said, looking at Ji Wanniang, "And looking at the causes and consequences, the only person who has had a conflict with the Seventh Young Master is Ji Longtou."

Of course, there is also Zhao Fuling, but Zhao Fuling is the master, how can he interrogate at will.

Ji Wanniang had already guessed what had happened today, she got up and hugged her fists and said, "Yes, my subordinates have some disputes with the Seventh Young Master."

The tap of Molten Iron City immediately said loudly, "This is not just a dispute, is it? Ji Longtou, you have a grudge against the Seventh Young Master, and it is not impossible to buy the guards to assassinate him."

Ji Wanniang turned around and sneered, "What evidence do you have?"

"Do you need any proof for this?" The tap of Molten Iron City spread his hands, "It's a clear thing."

Ji Wanniang immediately said: "Fang Longtou came to Zhuangzi this time, and I heard that he brought more than 20 guards, many of whom were strong in martial arts. Then what if I say that the Seventh Young Master was assassinated by one of your people?"

Fang Long's eyes widened and he roared, "What evidence do you have?"

Ji Wanniang returned his words intact: "Do you still need evidence for this? It's a matter of the obvious."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Old Madam Zong said with an ugly face, "Enough!"

With a loud shout, the two immediately died down.

The old lady gave Miao Lan a color, Miao Lan looked at Ji Wanniang and asked, "Ji Longtou, why did the Seventh Young Master detain your husband, and where is your husband now?"

Ji Wanniang knew that she and her subordinates would not be innocent when they came to this today.

She had prepared for the worst in her heart, but she still explained it seriously.

Miao Lan said, "Seventh Young Master's abdominal wound, you stabbed it?"

"That's right." Ji Wanniang said expressionlessly, "He drugged the young master with bad intentions, and his subordinates were angry and lost their proportions, so they stabbed him. But the injury was not as serious as the serious one, and the doctor had seen it."

Miao Lan glanced at Zhao Fuling, and Zhao Fuling nodded: "I can testify."

Speaking of which, although the people of the Flowing Moon Palace are suspicious, everyone can prove their innocence.

On the contrary, these faucets who live in the guest house are quite suspicious last night.

When Miao Lancha asked, a few dragon heads were still weak and didn't dare to look back, and they spoke upside down, and some of them were incoherent.