Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

Jing Xingzhi thought to himself, was it finally his turn to encounter some traffic-stopping drama?

His answer was, of course, no, no! Let the sneaky people knew that this porcelain was not easy to touch. If anyone dared to lie down under his carriage, he would let the driver run him over.

But as soon as the curtain was opened, Jing Xingzhi’s heart sank.

It was an old acquaintance—Ning Yongyuan.

Ning Yongyuan was wearing light white clothes, and he still looked like a handsome young master.

Jing Xingzhi frowned. “What are you stopping the carriage for?”

Ning Yongyuan spoke to Jing Xingzhi, feeling relieved. He said a little guiltily, “I… I want to invite you to come into the house and see my mother.”

“Not going.”

Ning Yongyuan said, “She is unconscious.”

“What does it have to do with me?” Jing Xingzhi asked.

Ning Yongyuan smiled bitterly. “She hugged a small quilt and called for her baby. Since you hate her, you might as well go see her in utter embarrassment.”

Ning Yongyuan came to see Jing Xingzhi not because he wanted Wu Shuangxi to recover from her illness, but because Old Madam Ning hoped that Wu Shuangxi would get better. The daughter-in-law was a lunatic; it was so shameful that she was afraid she would be laughed at for a long time.

Moreover, Ning Haibo really liked Wu Shuangxi, so the old madam did not dare to tell her son about it, hoping to cure Wu Shuangxi secretly.

Ning Yongyuan made this trip because of the old madam’s thoughts.

He felt that since Jing Xingzhi hated Wu Shuangxi, seeing the other party in embarrassment should allow him to vent his hatred.

He believed that using Jing Xingzhi to stimulate Wu Shuangxi might improve her condition; Jing Xingzhi could vent his hatred and feel happy for a while. His proposal should be beneficial to both of them.

But Jing Xingzhi just curled his lips and lowered the curtain.

“I’m not interested. What does an irrelevant person have to do with me?”

Jing Xingzhi told the coachman, “Drive back and ignore the people who are blocking the carriage.”

The coachman shook his whip at Ning Yongyuan, drove the young man away, and then drove the carriage back with a bang.

Jing Xingzhi was really not interested in Wu Shuangxi’s embarrassment. Crazy was crazy, it saved his energy from her making trouble.

As for calling the baby while holding a quilt? If the little scholar hadn’t been taken back by the kind-hearted Father Jing, he might have become a wandering ghost.

The little scholar owed her life and the gift of childbirth. The moment Wu Shuangxi left him, they owed each other no more.

Wu Shuangxi was in debt for future harm, and it was natural for her to receive retribution.

Back home, Jing Xingzhi went to see Brother Mingrui, who was studying hard, and then threw the exam question book given by the empress to Brother Mingrui.

The test question book was a good thing. Before coming here, the housekeeper collected a copy and presented it to Jing Xingzhi. But the housekeeper didn’t know that Wu Mingrui was also coming, and he couldn’t get a second copy during this hot-selling period.

Today was a good day. Brother Mingrui could use the gift from the empress. The two of them would work on the questions together and try to prepare more before the exam.

Wu Mingrui’s eyes darkened as he looked at the exam question book, but he glanced at a small rag doll on the desk and immediately cheered himself up.

‘Don’t give up and succeed in one fell swoop! Wu Mingrui, you could do it!’

Jing Xingzhi looked at it and smiled. He knew that the rag doll with big and small eyes had been made by Fang Yaojun.

“I will also go to find my sweetheart,” Jing Xingzhi said before bidding farewell to Brother Mingrui and heading to find his Xiao Fangfang.

Jing Xingzhi found Liu Fang, talked about what had happened that day, and gave Liu Fang the two small clothes that Concubine Zhong had given him.

Liu Fang looked at the stitches and commented, “It probably wasn’t done by the embroiderer. I wasn’t very skilled like this one at first. The later one was better, but it wasn’t as good as the embroiderer’s work.”

“Could it be that Concubine Zhong did it herself?” Jing Xingzhi asked, feeling a bit confused.

Of course, he was thinking of poor Li Jiarui.

Jing Xingzhi said with emotion, “The second prince really had a good father and mother!”

Liu Fang also nodded, “Well, he is very loved.”

His father was his biological father, and the mother was also biological mother.

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In Marquis Zhenyuan’s Mansion.

Ning Yongyuan returned to his house in despair, looking at his grandmother, whose hair had turned even whiter, with a look of disappointment on his face.

“Grandma, I went to find Jing Xingzhi, but he didn’t want to come over,” Ning Yongyuan said in a low mood.

Old Madam Ning was startled and looked Ning Yongyuan up and down. “You didn’t suffer any loss, did you? Yongyuan, why did you go to find him? You don’t have to worry about Wu Shuangxi’s affairs.”

Old Madam Ning was worried that her grandson had been wronged. Ning Yongyuan had faced Wu Shuangxi’s displeasure, and the old madam had seen it.

This time, Yongyuan had gone to find the real grandson because of Wu Shuangxi’s illness. Who could he do it for? It must be because of her suggestion!

Just thinking about it made the old madam feel warm in her heart, and half of her fatigue from these days was gone.

Old Madam Ning took Ning Yongyuan’s hand, and they sat down together.

The old madam ordered, “Even if it’s for the sake of grandma, I don’t want you to feel wronged. You can just play by yourself. When your father comes back from the battle, grandma will ask him to donate an official position to you.”

In the past, Ning Yongyuan could have been a young marquis, taking over Ning Haibo’s job, and he would have been rich and wealthy throughout his life. The old madam never wanted Ning Yongyuan to suffer the hardship of being a petty official. Now that Ning Yongyuan’s identity had changed, the old madam wanted to make arrangements.

Ning Yongyuan almost shed tears when he heard this. “Grandma, you are so good to your grandson! This grandson can’t do anything, and in his heart… he feels that he is very useless.”

Old Madam Ning scratched Ning Yongyuan’s red nose with her finger. “How old are you? You haven’t married yet.”

Ning Yongyuan smiled, but he was not happy in his heart.

Jing Xingzhi and he had been born in the same year, same month, and maybe even on the same day. The other party was already the favourite to win first place in the exam, but what about him? Except for the halo of the young marquis’ identity, there was nothing—he didn’t even excel in chess, calligraphy, or painting, any of which could have been useful.

Old Madam Ning cared about Ning Yongyuan, so she made careful arrangements and showed her concern.

Moreover, she felt very good about Ning Yongyuan and appreciated how filial he was. There was nothing wrong with him, and she didn’t notice Ning Yongyuan’s little disappointment for a while.

“I still have to send a message to Haibo.” After the old madam comforted her grandson, she began to worry about her son again.

As the days passed, Wu Shuangxi showed no signs of getting better, and the old madam could no longer withstand the pressure.

She decided to explain everything clearly in the letter, writing down all the foolish things Wu Shuangxi had done, allowing her son to make his own decision.

She was an old woman, even if she didn’t like Wu Shuangxi, she still found countless doctors for her, which she considered her duty as a mother-in-law.