Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 124 I Marry You (3)

"Grand Master Ce, are you kidding me?" She couldn't believe that Gong Zi Ce would marry her, he never regarded her as a friend, and he even let his subordinates violate her...

"I want a lady, a lady from a humble background." Young Master Ce gave her an ambiguous answer.

"I am not the only one who came from a humble background in Shangyang City..."

"Worry." Young Master Ce gave her an impatient look, then turned and left.

For a long time, Jiu'er looked at the emptiness outside the prison door, and then picked up the jade from the straw. It was a piece of warm jade, and there was still a faint warmth on it. His fingertips rubbed the complicated lines on it. Why do you need a woman of low birth.

As for the deal, he was already sure that she would agree.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiu'er was personally welcomed out of the prison by the lord official. Seeing the early morning fog, Jiu'er felt unreal.

In just a few days, she has experienced thousands of things.

"Miss Ji, the sedan chair is ready." The official was a different person in the courtroom before, and took the initiative to press the sedan chair to invite her to go up, "Miss Ji, please be sure to speak well for the official in front of the city lord."

"City owner?" Jiu'er looked puzzled, didn't Young Master Ce negotiate with the government and buy her out with money?
"Miss Ji, don't hide it from the lower officials. The city lord personally issued an official document to indicate that the lower officials are not doing well, and ordered me to release him immediately. It's the lower officials who don't know Mount Tai. I don't know that Miss Ji has something to do with the city lord. Please forgive me. Forgive me." The official, with a glib tone, saw her sitting in the sedan chair and hurriedly shouted, "Get up the sedan chair! Send Miss Ji off!"

How could he get involved with the city lord again?
Jiu'er had no time to think about it. When the sedan chair arrived home, it happened that his mother was leaving for the funeral.

The sky filled with paper money fell like snowflakes, the outsiders surrounded the two thatched houses one after another, the sharp music of Suona was blown sadly, and the coffin was carried out of the crowd by several strange men, dressed in filial piety. Mo's small body clutched the coffin tightly and refused to let it go, and his palm-sized face was already covered with water stains from crying.

(End of this chapter)