Chapter 39: My Master Dislikes Trouble

Ji Yuanruo, in all his years, had never experienced such confusion and defeat. The guards dragged him away.

"Young master..."

He was already exhausted, yet still stared intently at Ji Tianxin, questioning her word by word, "Why?"

Sleepiness swept over Ji Tianxin once more; she parted her lips and yawned.

"What do you mean, why?" she asked, glancing sideways.

Ji Yuanruo stared at her, his gaze unwavering. "Why do you not care at all that I want to kill you?"

Ji Tianxin paused, then replied, "I told you before—you are right."

Ji Yuanruo’s expression grew blank.

"And besides, you cannot kill me," she added, countering, "Why should I care about someone who poses no threat to me?"

Ji Tianxin truly didn't dwell on it. She disliked thinking too much.

He couldn’t defeat her anyway, so it made no difference; why should she be concerned?

It was like a mosquito appearing beside her—she wouldn’t pay it any mind, but if it became a nuisance, she would swat it away without hesitation.

Ji Yuanruo was silent. The hatred and rage he once felt had now completely dissolved into a muddled emotion.

He no longer knew how to express his feelings; conflicting thoughts left his mind blank.

He could only let the guards take him away.

The farce ended. Ji Tianxin glanced at Ji Huailei, seeming not to recognize him at first. After observing him for a moment, she recalled who he was.

She nodded slightly, then turned away and went back to sleep.

Being awakened in the middle of her rest was unpleasant, always leaving her feeling as though she hadn’t slept well, making her even more tired.

Suqing immediately stepped forward to cover Ji Tianxin with a blanket, then walked to the gate of the courtyard, where Ji Huailei stood.

"General Ji."

Ji Huailei still hadn’t recovered from the shock; hearing Suqing's words finally brought him back to his senses.

"Miss Suqing," he replied, his tone now devoid of its earlier arrogance.

Suqing was not unreasonable; she smiled and said, "My mistress will certainly stay at the general's residence for some time. She dislikes trouble, and since you are the head of the household, I must trouble you, General Ji. The young master made a scene today; my mistress understands it was out of a desire for revenge and will not pursue the matter.

But I cannot tolerate anyone being so impudent before my mistress.

If anything like this happens again, I will take action—and will not be so lenient."

Suqing’s words sounded reasonable and amicable, though the substance was not so friendly.

Ji Huailei found it odd; Suqing looked no older than twelve or thirteen, merely a maidservant.

Yet her words and bearing were nothing like those of a servant girl; aside from her proper demeanor before Ji Tianxin, she always carried herself with a certain pride.

Though dissatisfied, Ji Huailei glanced at the sleeping Ji Tianxin and weighed the cost of rebuilding the general's residence... In the end, he nodded.

"I understand," he said heavily.

Suqing grinned, showing her teeth. "General, you are my mistress’s father. I hope you don’t forget that she is your own flesh and blood." With that, she nodded.

Ji Huailei frowned deeply, then left with his retinue.

When they were gone, Suqing turned to survey the chaos in the courtyard.

She muttered under her breath, "It’s all that Ji Yuanruo’s fault. If he hadn’t disturbed my mistress’s sleep, I wouldn’t have to tidy up the whole courtyard..."