The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife Chapter 1142: 1142: Offending Zheng Ji

Capítulo 1142: Chapter 1142: Offending Zheng Ji

“Then what do you mean, my lord,” Selena retorted. If we don’t follow the markers, never mind how we reunite, now that the valley has collapsed, if we don’t stick to the original plan, we must find a new and safe way out. But now, our rations are gone, and we can say we are in a desperate situation.

“We can find a new route and still get out,” Ji Qian took out the map. If Zhang Lin were here now, it would be great. If she were here, she would definitely be able to find another route. However, everyone is counting on her now. Even if she feels unsure, she must exude confidence, for if the leader loses faith, then they would surely die here.

“Yeah, at worst, we’ll just die together,” the Demoness shouted, so determined that everyone was startled, but her words indeed boosted morale. The Moon Guards were the elite of the Moon God Temple, and even after suffering a major blow, they would not become a routed army.

“Ladies and gentlemen, life and death can be decided in a moment. As long as we can get out before dawn, we can escape alive,” Ji Qian said to everyone. A small path was found on the map, “We will take this route.”

“But, my lord, this path is on the ridge. If discovered, we wouldn’t even have a place to escape to.” Selena was a bit worried. The importance of terrain cannot be overstated, and Ji Qian’s decision was simply adventurous.

“At this point, we can risk it all. If we are successful, we can get out in just four hours, and… we have no supplies left,” Ji Qian sighed somewhat helplessly. If they had supplies, they could have taken a detour.

“If that’s the case, then let’s set off.”

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Yanjing.

“What is Mr. Zheng doing?” Ji Tao hurried to the guest room, his steps a bit quick, and his tone carried a hint of urgency.

“Mr. Ji, I have been well taken care of these past days, but some matters await my attention at the East Sea, so I shall not impose further,” Zheng Ji respectfully saluted and said, waving his hand as his guards quickly stepped forward to carry his luggage. Although this visit to Yanjing brought many ‘surprises,’ there were still many gains. At the very least, the Ji Family’s attitude was clear, and Ji Qian could confirm it wasn’t the work of the Moon God Temple, which could help silence the opposition back home, but it’s a pity Ji Qian isn’t in Yanjing to explain in person.

“Please wait, Mr. Zheng. If there’s anything lacking in my hospitality, please forgive me,” Ji Tao quickly ordered the luggage to be put down and invited everyone to the meeting room. Even though Zheng Ji had always been humble, Ji Tao could sense the undercurrent in his words—it must be that Ji Yu had deeply offended him. Zheng Ji, after all, is an Eldest Young Master, yet was dismissed as worthless; had he been a typical spoiled rich kid, there would have been a fight long ago.

“I think it must be that my young daughter was unruly and offended Mr. Zheng,” Ji Tao had already understood most of the situation. Ji Yu was originally repulsed by the idea of an arranged marriage, and since she couldn’t vent her anger on Ji Tao, she took it out on Zheng Ji. Ji Tao, well-versed in social conduct, knew that while Zheng Ji appeared humble, he was by no means a pushover. The responsibility for the marriage talks breaking down largely lay with Ji Yu’s rude words, which would inevitably wound Zheng Ji’s pride. If Zheng Ji were to take over the Zheng Family one day, he might harbor resentment due to today’s events, and should there be future retaliation, the Ji Family would suffer. So even if the marriage doesn’t come to pass, Ji Tao would never allow his family to be the one at fault.

“Mr. Ji, some things I have already made very clear,” Zheng Ji seemed somewhat impatient, and his guards’ eyes were aflame with anger. Perhaps they were aware their master had been wronged here. Their gazes were fierce, and killing intent filled the air—the family’s death soldiers were like this, brainwashed to value loyalty to their master above their own lives. Ji Tao even believed that if Zheng Ji commanded, these guards would dare to massacre, even in the Ji Family mansion.

“Mr. Zheng, please don’t be angry. If my daughter was unruly and offended you, I’ll certainly have her apologize to you,” Ji Tao hurriedly said. Seeing no reaction from Zheng Ji, he continued, “So we’ll set aside the marriage talks.”

“Mr. Ji, I’m not angry. On the contrary, this time the Ji Family’s willingness to support me deserves my gratitude,” Zheng Ji’s expression relaxed a little, giving Ji Tao a way out.

“I understand the Zheng Family’s situation well; even if marriage did proceed, it would face opposition from those factions. I acted too hastily,” Ji Tao said, inviting everyone to sit. Zheng Ji signaled his guards to stand down. To Ji Tao, Zheng Ji’s situation was like that of Emperor Kangxi dealing with the Three Feudatories—relining the Three Feudatories was a long process. At the Zheng Family, many opposition members held significant positions of power, and as the heir, Zheng Ji had to weaken their influence, but he couldn’t be rash, lest things turn out disastrously.

“If Mr. Ji is willing to assist me, I would be most grateful,” Zheng Ji nodded and said.

“Dad, why is he still here?” At that moment, an indignant feminine voice rang out from the door. The two turned to see Ji Yu standing there. Hearing her words, even the usually calm Ji Tao’s face darkened instantly.

These words clearly intended to drive Zheng Ji away.

Even discounting the fact that the Ji Family is significant, one shouldn’t directly send a guest away during regular hospitality, let alone Zheng Ji, who is the scion of a prestigious family.

“Yu’er, don’t be rude,” Ji Tao, exasperated, called out and pulled Ji Yu’s hand.

“Mr. Zheng, I apologize for my poor parenting,” Ji Tao could only apologize to Zheng Ji now, witnessing Ji Yu cast a sidelong glance at Zheng Ji.

“It’s fine. Miss Ji and I have some misunderstandings. If so, I will not trouble you any longer,” Zheng Ji stood and turned to leave.

“Please, Mr. Zheng, wait a moment,” Ji Tao was so angry he almost slapped Ji Yu, but she was his daughter, and Ji Yu’s spoiling was partly his fault. After all, it was his indulgence that caused it.

“Mr. Ji, is there anything else?”

“You may leave,” Ji Tao coldly reprimanded, and only then did Ji Yu reluctantly depart, sticking out her tongue before leaving.

“No matter what, Mr. Zheng is still a guest. If he indeed wishes to leave, I must host a farewell feast,” Ji Tao indicated for Zheng Ji to stay and called for the attendant. “Prepare a fine banquet tonight; I want to host Mr. Zheng.”