Fragrant Jiuzhong

Chen Moran is a really smart person, he thinks very clearly.

Who are they? A convict slave who was branded with the mark of slavery.

How talented is it? It's just not bad.

Can he reach the point of being the strongest person in the mainland? Obviously not.

What else is there to be arrogant about?

It is not easy for a monk to break out alone in this world. Not to mention that there are no such people, but they are rare.

The rest of the people either have strong family attachments, seek refuge in a master's sect, are attached to a powerful force, or form a group of similar people. In short, they cannot be alone, let alone stand out. Only in this world where the strong are respected can one go all the way, but even so it is not always smooth sailing. Just like him, if his family is destroyed, he will be reduced to a slave.

This is something he understood when his family was still prosperous. This is also the main reason why he is still alive until now. He has seen too many geniuses fall without a backer.

Since they can't be good enough to become strong alone, it is inevitable to attach themselves to a master. This master is Ji Jiuzhong and Yan Xiangluo. He thinks it is their luck, so there is nothing to hesitate.

Fortunately, they made the right decision in the end.

Chen Moran knew that this was a watershed in their lives and that neither of them would regret it.

Arriving in front of the mansion, Ji Jiuzhong stopped and said, "Our people will take you to Jiuyuan City first. After you get there, just follow Manager Mu's arrangements."

"Yes." Chen Mo Ran and others responded immediately.

Ruan Xiangluo said to Qi Changhe and Qi Hao again, "We have prepared a mansion for you in the inner city. Xiao Hao can go into the palace to find your uncle at any time. My brother's name is Ruan Anluo."

"Master, don't worry, I will practice hard with my uncle." Qi Hao said immediately.

Grandpa just told him that when he went to Jiuyuan City, he should not be playful just because he had a younger uncle of the same age. He should know his identity and not embarrass his master.

Yan Xiangluo smiled, "Okay, although your uncle is young, he is extremely talented in cultivation. You can encourage each other and learn from each other."

After the two of them finished explaining, the door of the mansion opened. Standing outside were three hidden guards wearing black brocade robes and face scarves. They were Ji Jiuzhong's own hidden guards.

Ji Jiuzhong said, "Send them back to Jiuyuan City and hand them over to Zixian."

"Yes." The three responded.

Yan Xiangluo had been following Ji Jiuzhong, not knowing when he would arrange for someone to wait. She knew in her heart that Ji Jiuzhong was able to reach the position of regent in the Tianshun Empire because of his ability and not luck.

He is a born king.

This idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

The three of them left with Qi Hao and Chen Moran. Ji Jiuzhong noticed that the eyes of the people around him were always on him. He turned around and saw his beloved little girl looking at him with stars.

Ji Jiuzhong laughed and said, "What's wrong?"

Yan Xiangluo came back to her senses. She was a little embarrassed that she had been stunned. She looked away and said, "I just suddenly felt that you were born to be a king."

Ji Jiuzhong's eyes paused, and he understood what she meant. Although he was very happy that he existed like this in the eyes of his beloved girl, no one was born to be a king. It was life and experience that forced him to reach this point.

"If you don't become a king, you won't be able to save your life." Ji Jiuzhong said lightly.

Yan Xiangluo instantly understood what he meant. Thinking of his experience, he was An An's age when he lost his father's blessing.

An An, who has been living with his parents since he was born, is much more sensible and mature than other children of the same age. You can imagine what six-year-old Ji Jiuzhong is like. At that time, he did not have any relatives to protect him, only a group of loyal guards left to him by his father. It is true that if you don’t become a king, you can’t save your life.

No wonder he has always been so cold, because he has never felt warmth or love since he was six years old.

How much change does it take for such an indifferent person to treat himself like this?
Yan Xiangluo suddenly realized that she seemed to be taking it for granted. She was enjoying all the good things Ji Jiuzhong had given her, but she was still finding fault.

Yan Xiangluo understands that everyone's character is formed by life experiences, and she is no exception. The experience of two lives has made her a selfish person, treating everyone cautiously.

Along the way the two of them walked, Ji Jiuzhong kept changing himself to suit himself, but he only enjoyed it but was never willing to give it wholeheartedly.

It's time for you to learn to change, so that the two of you can go longer and further.

"I will protect you from now on." Yan Xiangluo reached out and held Ji Jiuzhong's slender hand, looked up at him and said seriously.

Ji Jiuzhong paused, surprise burst out in his eyes, and with a little force on his clasped hands, he pulled the person into his arms.

He didn't say anything, he just held her tightly.

This was the first time since his father died when he was six years old, apart from the hidden guards his father left for him, someone had said they wanted to protect him.

Yan Xiangluo didn't move and let him hold her.

Sometimes feelings don’t need to be expressed, each other knows what they mean.

Ji Jiuzhong, like himself, felt that their sense of security came from their own strength. Now they both understood that they had each other, and this time it was a true spiritual fusion.

Truly accepted each other.

Inside the open door of the mansion, a man and a woman were embracing each other. Looking down from the air, in the empty courtyard, the two people in front of the mansion seemed so lonely, but yet so warm.

Ji Jiuzhong rolled his eyes, let go of the person in his arms, and held her hand instead. Yuan Xiangluo also noticed that someone was coming.

The Lord of Xiangyang City appeared in front of the mansion.

Ruan Xiangluo's apricot eyes suddenly flashed, and this person had as keen a sense of smell as ever.

"Miracle Doctor Yu, Mr. Ji, I'm sorry to bother you." The Lord of Xiangyang City hesitated, but still called Ji Jiuzhong by his previous title.

He can't call Ji Jiuzhong the Human Emperor. Although the Ji family has revived in Ji Jiuzhong's hands, he is the only one. No matter how big Jiuyuan City is, it is no longer an imperial city.

Although he felt that Ji Jiuzhong wanted to be the Human Emperor, he had no objection at all.

"Is there something wrong, City Lord?" Ji Jiuzhong asked.

"I just want to ask, are Miracle Doctor Yu and Mr. Ji leaving Xiangyang City?" the Lord of Xiangyang City said in an extremely calm tone.

Ji Jiuzhong said, "Well, I'll move to Jiuyuan City, but I won't sell this place, if I need to stay here in the future."

The mayor of Xiangyang City's eyes lit up. If the yard is not for sale, it means they will come back occasionally.

"Don't worry, you two, I will have people guard this place." The Lord of Xiangyang City said immediately.

Although no one can enter even if no one is guarding the place, the lord of Xiangyang City is expressing his determination to make good friends.