Bo Cheng was also very angry, jumped off the carriage and rushed over.
The driver on the other side was an old man and an old woman. They looked unremarkable, but who knew they were extremely arrogant. Before Bo Cheng could say anything, the two of them started to curse each other. Their main idea was only one: crash my carriage and pay for it!
Bocheng was a close servant of the prince, and he was scolded like a shrew in the market. How could he be his opponent?
"You--you are so brave!" After holding it in for a long time, Bo Cheng could only hold back this unsounding roar.
The old woman didn't take him seriously at all: "Who is so brave? You are so brave! Do you know who my master is? How dare you put on airs in front of me -"
"Mom Niu." A weak voice came from the car.
The old woman's cursing stopped abruptly.
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a woman dressed as a maid helped a young lady in a snow-colored dress get out of the carriage.
"Move the carriage to one side first, don't block the road behind." The lady did not speak softly, but spoke politely: "There are many people today, and the accidental collision between the carriages was an accident, and no one did it intentionally.
.Mother Niu, let’s talk carefully if we have anything to say.”
Bo Cheng's sharp eyes recognized this polite young lady: This is not——
"Have you taken care of such a small matter?" Ji Qi jumped out of the car impatiently as he was rushing to see the court lady.
As soon as his eyes fell on the woman in white who was as delicate as a fairy in the moon, Ji Qi's eyes went straight and he was immediately speechless.
The young lady seemed to be taken aback, and then her face turned pale, her lips trembled slightly, her loving eyes filled with tears, and she was about to cry.
"I've... met the young master." The young lady gave Ji Qi a blessing ceremony.
Ji Qi didn't know which two tendencies matched each other, but he remembered the young lady's name: Zhao Hanying, the legitimate daughter of Tai'an Bo.
"Zhao Ji, are you feeling better?" The raging anger was extinguished instantly, and he even forgot to see the oiran.
"Thanks to the young master, I have been fine for a long time." Zhao Ji looked at Ji Qi with her beautiful eyes filled with affection.
"Let's find a place to talk?" When Ji Qi saw this, he wished he could hold her in his arms and comfort her, but he still remembered that this was on the street and he couldn't be rude to the beauty.
"Everything is up to the master." Zhao Ji only saw Ji Qi.
Ji Qi suddenly felt that he must protect this fragile woman.
The two of them took the carriage that had been completely neglected to see if it was broken, and went to the prince's villa "Peach Garden" to talk to each other.
It wasn't until dusk approached that Zhao Ji excused herself and left.
But Ji Qi was reluctant, holding her little hand and refusing to let go.
Zhao Ji also had red eyes and sobbed softly: "The rules at home are strict, I have to go back."
"I won't let you go." Ji Qi hugged Zhao Ji and ignored her.
Zhao Ji huddled in Ji Qi's arms, clutching the clothes on Ji Qi's chest and crying softly: "I admire the prince..."
Ji Qi was full of pride and immediately answered: "I will go back to the palace and ask my mother to take you to the East Palace."
"I'm afraid this won't work..."
"I am the Prince of Dayong, there is nothing I can't do!" Ji Qi felt that in front of Zhao Ji, his waist was as hard as cast iron.
"I...I can't..."
Zhao Ji cried harder and harder, which made Ji Qi feel distressed: "Why not? Tell me."
"Father has arranged a marriage for my concubine..." Zhao Ji cried so hard.
