Exile is exile, is half of the capital enough as compensation?

"Do you want to sit down and talk?" Ji Wanqing was so tired of tilting her head. Since the person in front of her had no ill will towards her, she might as well sit down and talk.

Although she didn't know what the visitor wanted from her, she didn't hate the person who barged into her boudoir from the bottom of her heart.

This person even gave her a sense of familiarity that she had never felt before.

This feeling is very wonderful, just like meeting old friends.

Seeing her being so straightforward, Leng Youran thought for a moment and put the cotton in his hand back into the space before responding, "Okay."

She moved a round stool and sat at the head of Ji Wanqing's bed.

Ji Wanqing first moved her head left and right, feeling a little uncomfortable, and then looked at her.

"you...."

Leng Youran was confused by her reaction.

Pointing at himself, "Me, what's wrong with me?"

Ji Wanqing was not as calm as her. She tried to move her body to get closer to Leng Youran.

Seeing her like this, Leng Youran quickly stepped forward to help, "What are you doing? Don't move. The wound on your body has just started to heal. If you move now, it will tear open the wound."

Leng Youran herself didn't realize that her tone was full of worry, and this worry came from the heart.

Ji Wanqing ignored her dissuasion and moved to the bedside, staring straight into Leng Youran's eyes.

Leng Youran didn't know why she was looking at him like that. The hand he stretched out to help him froze there, not daring to move.

"Similar, very similar." Ji Wanqing said this after a long while.

Then he seemed to have thought of something and laughed at himself, "No, it's not..."

Leng Youran withdrew his hands and scratched his head speechlessly, "Miss Ji, what do you mean?"

Ji Wanqing chuckled, "Sorry, young lady, I just thought your eyes were somewhat similar to someone I've met before, but I know you're not her, so I'm sorry for being so presumptuous."

She was lying on her stomach, and it was obvious that she was struggling when she spoke.

Seeing this, Leng Youran took out the water bag and handed it to her mouth, "Miss Ji, would you like to drink some water?"

Lingquan water is a good thing. Although it cannot cure all diseases, it does have some miraculous effects.

Ji Wanqing hadn't noticed her address just now, but her son heard it clearly now. He used his hand to block the water bag that Leng Youran was holding to her mouth and looked at her, "Miss, do you know me?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across Leng Youran's face. Of course she knew her, but she had only known her secretly, and it seemed a little unspeakable if she said it out loud.

"Ahem, isn't this the Duke Ji's Mansion? As soon as I see the decoration of your room, I know you must be the young lady of this mansion, so..."

Ji Wanqing didn't doubt what she said and nodded. "That's right, I was stupid. By the way, young lady, why are you here?"

"For you." Leng Youran said directly.

Ji Wanqing was stunned by her blunt words, "For me?" How come she doesn't know what value she has?

"Well, for your sake, I want to take you away from here. Are you willing?"

Ji Wanqing looked at her suspiciously, "Miss, what do you mean?"

The woman in front of her was too weird. She wanted to take her away the first time they met. If she was a man, she would think that he admired her, but she was a woman, how could she say such a thing.

He looked at Leng Youran with an inquiring gaze, but there was no trace of ill intent on the face of the person in front of him.

Leng Youran let her look at him, met her gaze and said firmly, "I'm telling the truth. Sorry, to be honest, I heard everything you said with your aunt just now. I know they want you to enter the palace, but you don't want to. Since you don't want to, will you trust me and leave here with me?"

Leng Youran thought it would be better to be direct. Her injury would last for ten days or half a month at most, and she couldn't possibly come here every night.

Although she could go in and rescue her even if she entered the palace, it would still be a bit troublesome.

She still has a lot of things to do, and I can't keep wasting time with her.

At most, if she disagrees, you can just knock her out and take her away.

Anyway, she must save Ji Wanqing, but she doesn't know why.

I just know that after seeing her, the desire to take her away became stronger.

It seemed as if she would feel very regretful if she missed this time.

Ji Wanqing has been silent since she said this, and her eyes have always stayed on Leng Youran's face, as if she wanted to find some familiar traces on her face.

After a while, she said slowly: "Miss, can I ask you, have we met somewhere before?" Her eyes were too familiar to her.

But the person in her memory was a very naive little girl, and her eyes seemed less colorful than the person in front of her.

She knew that this was her own wishful thinking. After all, the little girl was dead. Although she didn't want to believe it was true, it was an indisputable fact.

Leng Youran was also dazed when she was looked at by her. She always felt that the look in Ji Wanqing's eyes at this moment was extremely familiar.

Memories flashed through my mind.

It seemed like it was in a cave, and there were a lot of noisy sounds around.

The woman's sobbing and the sound of whips cracking filled her ears.

She was held in someone's arms, and the whip never landed on her body. A pair of big hands gently restrained her, bearing the damage from the whip for her.

"Sister Qing..."

Leng Youran suddenly murmured.

Her voice was very soft and Ji Wanqing couldn't hear it clearly, but she could vaguely hear the words "Sister Qing".

"Is that you, little girl?" Ji Wanqing asked in disbelief.

Leng Youran also came back to his senses from his scattered memories at this time. He met her gaze and called out softly, "Sister Qing."

Ji Wanqing heard it clearly this time, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. "Little girl, is it, is it you?"

Leng Youran was now very sure that Ji Wanqing in front of her was the older sister who had always protected her in her memory.

"Sister Qing, it's me. I'm the little girl you've always protected."

Ji Wanqing moved her body excitedly, trying to go forward and hug her, but the injury on her back was so serious that every movement would tear the wound.

Seeing her like this, Leng Youran's tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes. He slid down from the stool, half-knelt on the ground, and gently held her head with his hands.

"Sister Qing, don't get excited. Your injuries are more important."

Ji Wanqing was gently held by her, and smelling the unique scent emanating from her body, she felt that the pain in her body was reduced a lot.

She choked up and said, "Little girl, you are not dead. I knew you wouldn't die. Everyone in the capital said you were dead, but I didn't believe it. I always felt that little girl, you wouldn't..."

"Yes, Sister Qing is right. I won't die. Sister Qing, please don't get too excited."