Wicked Intentions (3)

"Alright, it has been a long trip, Qingshang. You have an early rest." Ji Mubai smiled.

Ji Qingshang looked over the plain room in disdain, but eventually walked in with her nose pinched.

Ji Mubai turned around and entered his own room. The smile on his face faded away as an intense chill flashed across his eyes.

That night, Ji Fengyan meticulously prepared all that she needed. She also selected two guards who would stay behind to secure Ji City.

The next morning, Ji Mubai and Ji Qingshang were already waiting nice and early outside the house. The four horse carriages sent by the Ji family also parked just by the door.

Ji Fengyan exited the doorway and was greeted by Ji Qingshang's impatient scowl. Pretending not to notice, Ji Fengyan walked over with traces of a smile on her lips.

"Fengyan, these… are your luggage?" Ji Mubai looked vaguely puzzled at the several large wooden cases that Linghe and the rest were carrying.