Under Mrs. Qiao's astonished gaze, Ji Qingwu gritted her teeth and sat down.
"Brother, thank you."
Ji Changlin thought his sister's fierce reaction was out of concern for him, and a warm feeling spread through his heart.
'What's a little punishment like this?' he thought. 'I could take another twenty strikes.'
"No need to be so formal with your brother." Ji Changlin's mood brightened, and he returned to his courtyard to "recuperate."
On the second day after the Emperor performed the ancestral rites, a grand palace banquet would be held for the Imperial Family and all the court officials. This was a long-standing tradition.
Earlier that day, Mrs. Qiao had told her she wanted her to attend the palace banquet, adding that the man she'd been set up with would also be there with Mr. Qiao.
Ji Qingwu had shaken her head vigorously.
