Hearing Ji Youran’s question, Old Mrs. Ji was simply at a loss for words.
Ji Youzhi sympathetically glanced at Ji Youran, who lay on the bed.
"Didn’t you all hear so noise just now?"
Just now?
The people in the room exchanged glances, and it was Ji Youlin who finally spoke.
"There was thunder. It seed like a clap of dry thunder just now!"
Wang Dongxue said, "I was outside just now and saw dark clouds gathering overhead. It looked like the weather was about to change!"
Ji Youzhi facepald.
Old Mrs. Ji clutched her chest.
"That was caused by Xiaosuisui kowtowing to the Emperor!"
"Really?" Ji Youlin exclaid.
How is that possible? Mother must be joking. Can kowtowing to soone really cause a thunderclap?
Huo Xing’Er said, "There’s nothing impossible about it. If His Majesty weren’t protected by Dragon Qi, his current condition would be the sa as Ji Youran’s."
"Is it that incredible?" Ji Youlin’s mouth twitched when he heard this. Why did he find it so hard to believe?
"You don’t believe it?" Wang Dongxue looked at him.
Ji Youlin shook his head.
Wang Dongxue then said, "Why don’t we wait for her to return, and I’ll have her kowtow to you?"
Ji Youlin was speechless. He inexplicably felt that his sister-in-law seed rather malicious at this mont.
"Alright, let’s not dwell on it for now. I’ll go check and bring the little girl back," Ji Youyuan said, then signaled Ji Youbo to bring the wheelchair over.
Ji Youbo skillfully pushed the wheelchair to him.
Ji Youyuan settled into it naturally.
Everyone was silent.
Weren’t his legs supposed to be completely healed?
"Eldest Son, your legs..." Old Mrs. Ji couldn’t help but ask.
"They’re fine now. I’ve just grown accustod to the wheelchair."
Well... there was nothing more to say. He was used to it! What could anyone argue?
When the Emperor heard from his shadow guards that Ji Youyuan was approaching, he was montarily stunned.
The Ji Sect Leader, rumored to be a man of stunning and exceptional talent, had finally arrived.
Indeed, when dealing with people, you have to exploit their weaknesses! Look, he had only kept his daughter—his dear leverage—here for so fruit, and the man couldn’t resist coming personally. To think of all the imperial edicts issued in the past that he had completely ignored!
Wait, is this girl Ji Youyuan’s biological daughter? What did she call Old Mrs. Ji earlier? It seed to be... ’Grandma.’ And Youzhi, she did call him ’Seventh Uncle,’ right? Excellent! The Ji Family was getting bolder and bolder, daring to deceive their Emperor!
Ji Youyuan arrived alone, seated in his wheelchair. He neither knelt nor offered a formal salute.
He was clothed in moon-white robes that draped over his slender, almost frail fra. Holding a jade-bone fan, his gaze t the Emperor’s from a distance.
Visually, there wasn’t a significant age difference between them, though Ji Youyuan was actually in his early thirties.
But he couldn’t help his youthful appearance!
The young Emperor strained to project his most forceful presence. He was the Son of Heaven; he could lose anything but his air of authority.
Ji Youyuan propelled his wheelchair to the edge of the Pavilion. Just as he reached the steps, unable to proceed further, he prepared to offer his respects. However, before he could even cup his hands, a sweet, soft voice called out, "Eldest Uncle!"
Ji Youyuan’s hand paused. Looking up, he saw the little girl had already trotted over to him.
"Eldest Uncle, let push you up."
Then, before the dumbfounded Emperor, the little girl sohow managed to half-push, half-lift Ji Youyuan, wheelchair and all, into the Pavilion.
The Emperor’s carefully constructed forceful presence instantly deflated. A torrent of unspoken curses flooded his mind, and the expression on his face was truly a sight to behold! He had calculated everything, yet he never anticipated the butterfly effect caused by this four-and-a-half-year-old toddler unexpectedly interfering.
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