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Ji family.

Tingyao was awakened by the aroma in her sleep. "Wow, whose cooking skills are so good? I'm going to give her a raise."

"Sister, it's me."

Tingyao felt incredibly comfortable hearing that "sister" from him.

Ji Anzhi's culinary skills are the result of a masterclass taught by a retired senior official from the Imperial Kitchen. A single-word poem describes it as: Absolutely superb.

Last night, Old Madam Ji unleashed her fury, giving her father, Ji Baiming, and Madam Sun a severe scolding. She also told Madam Sun to return the items to the Crown Prince today, or she should go back to her parents' home and never come back.

While eating fish porridge, Tingyao heard Ji Anzhi say that she wanted to stay at the Meng family's house with her for a while.

Tingyao was still lost in thought, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Ji Anzhi said, "The Meng family sent an invitation at dawn. Meng** must be afraid that you are in a bad situation at your residence, so he wants to bring you to the Meng family for a short stay. Can I go with you? I don't want to see my mother."

Tingyao picked up the steamed bun, breaking it open as she nodded. "A small problem. Second sister, could you tell me, besides deliberately provoking Madam to beat you and prevent you from leaving so that I could leave the mansion in your place as a sign of surrender, did you have any other plans when you broke the things the Crown Prince sent that day?"

Ji Anzhi served her some food, saying, "This is good. I heard from Ruyi that you like it."

Tingyao said, "Second sister, I need the truth from you now. Can you give it to me?"

This is the Trust Bureau.

“Sister, guess?” Ji Anzhi said, “Actually, I really thought of the thing you mentioned at the time.”

Sending her out to see Zhao Siwei was a time-sensitive and important task, and given Tingyao's evasive attitude towards her, this was the only option.

"Is that so?" Tingyao swallowed the food she had picked up, paused, and said, "Isn't it because you want to take a gamble on whether the Ninth Prince will help you break off the engagement? You can't choose this marriage, and Madam will do her best to make it happen. That's the second reason."

Those words were meant for Madam Sun's ears. Ji Anzhi, with her clever little brain, would have known at a glance that they were given to her by Zhao Siwei.

"Thirdly, you also want to understand the relationship between the Ninth Prince and me? Fourthly, you're also planning for the future, aren't you? You want to go to the Meng family to see if there's any way out?"

Tingyao put down her chopsticks and asked frankly, "Is that right?"

Ji Anzhi smiled slightly at her: "So it turns out that you are the smartest in the Ji family. However, I have no interest in the Meng family. You don't even like the men in the Meng family, let alone me. I really want to hide away. Besides, my deal with the Ninth Prince is to protect you in the Ji family. So I want to follow you around more often so that the Ninth Prince can see my sincerity and protect me more in the future."

The second and third points Tingyao mentioned were things she had thought of yesterday, but there was no fourth point.

“However, I don’t like His Highness the Ninth Prince, so please don’t overthink this, Sister.” Ji Anzhi quickly added, “Sister, I don’t like the capital. If I have the chance, I want to leave. Can you and His Highness the Ninth Prince help me?”

Tingyao thought to herself: That's really true. Didn't Zhao Siwei help you in your past life?

“However,” Ji Anzhi said in a low voice, “in that case, we’ll be considered Ninth Prince’s people, so we need to find a way to get Father to openly support Ninth Prince.”

"What's your plan?" Tingyao asked calmly.

Her cunning father only submitted to Zhao Siwei after he ascended the throne in his previous life.

"There's nothing we can do right now, we can only wait, or we can convince Father that the Ninth Prince is the most likely to replace the Crown Prince."

"For example?" Tingyao asked.

Look how high their ideological awareness is! No wonder they hit it off so well; they are both decisive people who cut off all emotional ties.

Ji Anzhi stood up, wearing her new dress and jewelry. "Don't be angry, sister. Actually, wouldn't it be better to wait for Xu Tutu to marry the Ninth Prince? A capable father-in-law can help him a lot. In that case, the old foxes in the capital who are watching will take the initiative to surrender."

"What if Your Highness is unwilling?" Tingyao asked.

Ji Anzhi pondered for a moment, "Is this a test from my sister? If I get the Ninth Prince to acknowledge Xu Tutu as his principal wife, will my sister trust me as she did with Meng**?"

It's not difficult, but you need to be able to get close to Zhao Siwei and Xu Tutu. Don't worry, just try to get close to them or someone they have a good relationship with at the banquet later.

In fact, Ji Anzhi had always wanted to get closer to this older sister, but she always felt that she didn't want to have much to do with her. She had even asked her before if she wanted to come and learn from her, which made her cry. This scared her so much that she never dared to say much or look at her too much, for fear of making her cry again.

Tingyao wasn't involved in these matters; she could only express her opinion of the man in front of her, Qiaozong: "No, I was actually afraid you'd trick me into buying it; you're very clever."

Tingyao wiped her mouth and stood up, looking at the things she had brought. "These clothes are what you usually wear when you go out to host banquets, right? And this bracelet..."

It was still the same pair of hibiscus jade bracelets.

Tingyao had seen her wear it once or twice, and it looked very beautiful, which meant that she treasured it dearly.

"This is a sincere gift for my sister." Ji Anzhi took the initiative to put it on her wrist. "Why did my sister always refuse the things I gave her before?"

Tingyao spread her hands: "Then you can make it up to me now, I'll take it too." She was too embarrassed to say that the previous "Tingyao" thought that a person of integrity would not accept charity.

Ji Anzhi smiled and said, "Okay, I'll make it up for you, sister."

The two went to pay their respects to Old Madam Ji, and then boarded a carriage to go to the Meng family.

Meng** was already waiting at the door.

Upon seeing Ting Yao alight from the carriage, she exclaimed, "Wow! Clothes really do make the man!"

Tingyao wore a long blue jacket and a light green pleated skirt embroidered with silver butterflies. As the sunlight shone down, she moved lightly with her lotus-like steps, and the butterfly wings shimmered and fluttered gently.

Her hair was styled in an elegant bun, adorned with a peony-shaped hairpin, and her delicate features were meticulously made up, making her even more stunning. Her serene and peaceful demeanor was enhanced by an air of refined elegance.

Tingyao smiled slightly at her, "What, you don't recognize me just because I dressed up?" She turned around and reached out to help Ji Anzhi, who was bending over as she came out, "Be careful."

Ji Anzhi's gaze swept over her face. With every frown and smile, her beautiful eyes rippled like spring water. Her older sister was truly a pearl tarnished. She considered herself to be exceptionally beautiful, but at this moment, she felt that even her beauty had faded.

“From now on, you can wear makeup like this every day, and I'll pay for the makeup artist!” Meng waved to Ji Anzhi, who had followed her, as a greeting. “Is this a style from your clothing store? I want one too. Can you pull some strings?”

Ji Anzhi smiled and bowed to her, "It is my honor that Miss Meng thinks so highly of me. I will have someone send a few sets over every month from now on."

Women's feelings are so easy to build; they can become close just by talking about clothes, jewelry, and makeup. In addition, Ji Anzhi is a shrewd person who can speak to anyone and anyone, and in less than half an hour, she had Meng** in a relationship with her, holding hands with her.

Tingyao found it all quite amusing to follow the two of them.

"Oh, what good luck today! To see so many noble ladies from the capital. Is your family hosting some kind of private banquet? Otherwise, I'll come again tomorrow to visit your grandfather on behalf of my father, the Emperor."

This sound...

Tingyao glanced to the side and saw Zhao Siwei standing at the moon gate not far away, accompanied by Meng Qindun, the second young master of the Meng family.