"Zhao Qingcang, I'm not asking you," Lu Shu said, pinching the girl's chin in his hand as his eyes swept past Zhao Qingcang.
He saw the disdain and anger in Zhao Qingcang's eyes. Not daring to say another word, Zhao Qingcang covered his face and shrank to one side.
The little girl was a bit scared and kept shaking her head.
Lu Shu let go of his hand, stood up, dusted himself off, and then bowed respectfully to Ji Yunxi.
"This is the princess of Xirong, Jing Weiwei, the younger sister of the emperor of Xirong."
As soon as Lu Shu introduced her identity, Jing Weiwei scrambled up from the ground. She proudly lifted her chin, seemingly quite proud of her status.
At this moment, Lu Shu changed the subject. He turned to look at everyone.
"This is the pavilion master of our Menghua Pavilion, Ji Yunxi."
An uproar ensued.
No one had expected that Ji Yunxi was really the pavilion master. It was well - known that the pavilion master had disappeared for hundreds of years. Ji Yunxi was born in a prime minister's mansion. It was really hard to connect these two identities!
Suddenly, everyone understood. Wasn't this reincarnation?!
Everyone was stunned. They looked at each other and didn't dare to say a word. Then they knelt down in unison.
Some were even worried about whether they could still stay in the Menghua Pavilion.
The most incredulous ones were Jing Weiwei and Zhao Qingcang.
Zhao Qingcang stammered and stuttered, asking, "Sir, what did you just say? Is she really the pavilion master?"
Lu Shu looked at him coldly. He already knew that these two fools must have offended Ji Yunxi just now. "When I speak, can it be false? What, my words don't count, but yours do?"
Zhao Qingcang was scared out of his wits. He couldn't stop kowtowing and begging for forgiveness. "Pavilion master, sir, please forgive me!"
He was extremely frightened. Just now he had wondered how the spiritual beast of the prime minister's daughter could be so powerful, with the charm of a spiritual beast from thousands of years ago.
Now he understood. It wasn't just charm; it was the real deal!
But he had just called the pavilion master's contracted spiritual beast a dog. What should he do now?
While Zhao Qingcang was lost in wild thoughts, Jing Weiwei wasn't in a much better state.
She looked at Ji Yunxi with a complicated expression. She never thought that she was really the pavilion master. Then the thing in her hand must really be the Nianyun Sword.
Why did so many good things happen to her?
Ji Yunxi was also looking at Jing Weiwei.
She didn't expect that the person in front of her was actually the little princess of Xirong. But then she thought that only someone special could try to get special treatment in the Menghua Pavilion.
She actually had another relationship with Jing Weiwei. In her previous life as Ji Yunxi, she was the princess of Xirong, Jing Yunxi.
The current emperor was the son of her elder brother. So, in that case, Jing Weiwei was her niece?
Ji Yunxi had no intention of arguing with them in the first place. After figuring out their relationship, she was even less willing to quarrel with Jing Weiwei.
She didn't care how Lu Shu would handle the situation. She was thinking about where Feng Xingzhi could be.
Jing Weiwei had imagined that Ji Yunxi would get angry, scold her, or even kick her out of the Menghua Pavilion. But she never expected that Ji Yunxi would stay silent the whole time, as if she didn't exist at all.
Compared with her own bad behavior just now, Ji Yunxi was like a snow lotus on a high mountain, pure and elegant.
She must be laughing at herself in her heart, Jing Weiwei thought.
Feeling the unfriendly gazes of everyone on her, Jing Weiwei completely broke down. She ran out, crying aggrievedly.
Seeing this, although Zhao Qingcang was a bit afraid of the pavilion master, he still stood up and followed her out.
By the pond in the Menghua Pavilion, Jing Weiwei sat under the corridor, unable to stop crying. It was hard to tell if she was afraid of Ji Yunxi's revenge or if there were other thoughts in her mind.
Zhao Qingcang walked over and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.
"Weiwei, stop crying. It's okay. The pavilion master is a reasonable person. We just said the wrong thing."
Actually, Zhao Qingcang was far more flustered than Jing Weiwei.
As the princess of Xirong, Jing Weiwei would be fine even if she left the Menghua Pavilion. But he was different. He was just an ordinary person. He had what he had today only because of the Menghua Pavilion. If he was kicked out, he would have nothing.
Watching Jing Weiwei cry, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
"It's not like that. I'm just sad," Jing Weiwei sobbed. Her words were a bit jumbled. "She's from Nanyan and the legitimate daughter of the prime minister. The emperor has issued an imperial edict for them to get married..."
Zhao Qingcang finally understood. Jing Weiwei was sad because Ji Yunxi was engaged to Feng Xingzhi.
He felt a bit indignant. He had treated her so well, but he had never seen her so sad for him.
The vice - pavilion master had done nothing but still won Jing Weiwei's heart.
Zhao Qingcang really wanted to tell Jing Weiwei directly that even if Feng Xingzhi didn't marry Ji Yunxi, he would never like her.
But he couldn't say it. He could only comfort Jing Weiwei self - torturously.
Inside the house.
Lu Shu looked at the two people who had run out. He felt a bit embarrassed.
"Pavilion master, it's all my fault for not disciplining them well."
Before Ji Yunxi could speak, Qing Xuan said first, "You're not just not disciplining them well. I think you've done a great job. As soon as you came in, these people were all polite, like obedient grandchildren. But when facing the real pavilion master, they were all as fierce as demons."
Lu Shu's face turned even uglier, but he didn't dare to refute Qing Xuan's words. He could only endure it for the time being, thinking that he would surely fight Qing Xuan to the death after this matter was over!
"Your people here are so impolite. Whether the host is the pavilion master or not, she's still a guest. Is it really that hard to treat her with courtesy?"
After a few words, the people standing there blushed slightly.
Qing Xuan finally had a chance to vent his anger. Ji Yunxi didn't bother to stop him and just let him continue.
"The Menghua Pavilion can't operate like this. Although you have a large number of people, even a powerful dragon can't defeat a local snake. You're on Nanyan's territory. If this is your attitude towards the prime minister's daughter, what, do you want to rebel?"
"Nanyan is not decided by the Menghua Pavilion. It's decided by the emperor of Nanyan and the entire court!"
Lu Shu knew that Qing Xuan was right. He hadn't paid much attention to these problems before, but he had always been curious about why the Menghua Pavilion's reputation had gradually declined.
It must be related to these people's arrogance and over - confidence.
Seeing that Lu Shu had taken his words to heart, Qing Xuan looked at Ji Yunxi. Seeing that she didn't intend to stop him, he continued with confidence. "Lu Shu, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. If the Nanyan branch wants to stand firmly, it doesn't only rely on its own strength but also needs the support of the Nanyan court!"
"If you offend the prime minister's daughter today and the imperial - title - holding lady tomorrow, it will only bring endless troubles."
As soon as Qing Xuan finished speaking, Ji Yunxi's teacup landed steadily on the table.