WFWC Chapter 95

The Whole Family Went Crazy After Reading My Mind Chapter 95: The Imperial Master Predicts that Ji Linfeng Will Be Imprisoned

[Victory, victory. Well done, second brother. You’ve truly surpassed your master. Second sister-in-law is also very courageous. After today’s incident, second sister-in-law will be very famous!]

Zhiqiu hurried over to support Duanmu Yi, whose legs were a little weak. “Miss, are you okay?” Zhiqiu was frightened and crying. No matter how she tried to pull her back, she couldn’t. If anything happened, how would she explain to the lady?

“Miss, when you stood up just now, you scared me to death.” Zhiqiu cried.

Ji Linfeng walked over and found Duanmu Yi’s face a little pale. Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke. They turned a deaf ear to the praises around them.

Ji Linfeng smiled at Duanmu Yi: “Let’s go, the palace banquet has begun.”

Ji Linfeng did not hold Duanmu Yi’s hand this time. He just wanted to give her a sense of security. Holding her hand now would not be good for her reputation. Well, it seemed as if her actions today had already damaged her reputation.

Forget it, forget it. With him protecting her, who would dare to look down on her?

Ji Linfeng took a few quick steps, took the wheelchair from Zuo Tong, and began pushing it. He leaned over to Ji Yushu and said, “Brother, there’s someone in the forest. They just attacked me. I’m guessing it’s the Imperial Master.”

“Is he the Imperial Master?” Ji Yushu asked gravely. “Are you saying the Imperial Master is secretly colluding with the Northern Kingdom?”

“Whether they’re colluding or if he’s actually from the Northern Kingdom, I don’t know.” He only knew that, upon sensing that person’s presence, An Yan felt repulsed, even fearful.

Just then, for a moment, a fragmented image flashed through his mind. He tried to capture it, but it vanished again.

[Hey, what are you brothers talking about? What Imperial Master?]

Ji Hua didn’t hear the conversation clearly. Knowing this wasn’t the time to talk, they remained silent. A large group of people headed towards Kanghe Hall.

Behind him, Gu Fanmu, seeing everyone moving forward, summoned Shi Cong to investigate the forest.

Soon, Shi Cong returned, clutching a bloody arrow.

Gu Fanmu frowned, “Is he injured?” How could such a powerful person be injured? He couldn’t understand.

The palace banquet was held in Kanghe Hall. When Ji Yushu and the other two arrived, all the court officials and young ladies from various families had already taken their seats. The atmosphere was lively and boisterous.

When Ji Yushu and the other two entered, Madam Ji was talking to Madam Lu. Prime Minister Lu and Lord Ji were drinking. Lord Ji looked drowsy, as if he had drunk too much.

“Brother Ji, Brother Ji, you’re not drunk, are you?” Just a few cups!

You know, soldiers are the ones who can drink the most. It’s obvious he wouldn’t be drunk after just two cups, but he didn’t look like he was faking it. Prime Minister Lu frowned.

Imperial Physician Mu and Mu Cheng were also present. Mu Cheng looked utterly shocked. He had seen Lord Ji drink that cup of colorless, odorless poisoned tea yesterday. How could he be fine?

This was impossible.

Could it be that Madam Ji had discovered the poison beforehand and found an antidote? No way, there was no antidote. Even if there was an antidote, Madam Ji should have come to him after discovering someone was poisoned. He had already thought of a plan to deal with it. But now, why is Lord Ji sitting here in good health?

What went wrong?

Mu Cheng was puzzled. Could it be that the servant had deceived him?

Ji Hua was carried over by Madam Ji, and was looking around with a pair of big, shiny black eyes.

When he saw Mu Cheng, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

[This guy has a gloomy face. He might have bad ideas in his mind. We should pay more attention to him.]

Today’s palace banquet can be said to be a mixed bag. If you are not careful, something bad will happen.

After hearing this, Ji Yushu couldn’t help but look at Mu Cheng twice. He saw that his face was full of gloom and he was drinking alone.

Ji Yushu motioned Zuo Tong to put his ear close to his ear and whispered a few words. Zuo Tong responded and left.

At this time, the national teacher wearing a red gold robe and holding a whisk walked into the hall step by step, followed by two little monks. Feeling his soul tremble, Ji Linfeng suddenly raised his eyes to meet the Imperial Master’s hawk-like gaze. His hand suddenly grasped Ji Yushu at his side.

In that instant, the fragmented memories in his mind suddenly converged like a tide.

“You, you, you’re not here to persuade me to lay down my butcher knife and become a Buddha, are you?”

“Do you, a monk, really think that laying down your butcher knife will lead to Buddhahood?”

“Before I awakened, I looked like a human.” Ci Feng’s expression was strange.

“What are you mumbling about? Who’s not human anymore?” An Yan didn’t hear clearly. He looked up and suddenly saw Ci Feng’s withered hand reaching out for him.

An Yan tried to move, but couldn’t. “You, what did you do to me?” An Yan was shocked.

But Master Ci Feng’s face was like a demon from hell.

With a loud “puff,” Master Ci Feng’s hand plunged directly into An Yan’s body.

Ji Linfeng’s eyes widened as he saw the Imperial Master reach out and grab An Yan. Then, a dark figure was forcibly pulled out by the Imperial Master.

No, this time it wasn’t the Imperial Master, but Master Ci Feng.

His memory was so cryptic that he couldn’t believe it. It turned out that Master Ci Feng had long known that An Yan was not human. So he followed him all the way to Jizhou. He had intended to bring him to justice, but instead, he was possessed by the black mist. Considering Ci Feng’s recent changes, possession was almost certain.

He possessed An Yan’s memories because An Yan was actually him, a part of his soul. Sixteen years ago, on the day of his birth, the rolling dark clouds were actually this black mist. He had intended to possess An Yan’s entire body, but his endurance was insufficient, so he devoured a fragment of his soul, transforming into his form and living.

Ji Linfeng was terrified, his entire body trembling, his handsome face a frightening pale.

“Second brother, what’s wrong with you?” Ji Yushu asked worriedly, sensing Ji Linfeng’s fear.

Just as Ji Linfeng was about to speak, a shadow cast its shadow. He looked up and met a half-smile. He heard his voice whisper, “Why are you sweating so much, Second Young Master Ji? How about this master tell you your fortune?”

Ji Hua was cradling her chubby face in her small hands, wondering who had given the blood jade to the Queen. The sudden sound of the Imperial Master’s voice startled her. When did this Imperial Master arrive? Look how frightened her silly second brother was.

[A charlatan, a complete charlatan, and he even wants to tell fortunes for my second brother, come on. The monk has a kind face, but this man looks sinister and scary, and he’s not a good person at first glance. What’s the point of being highly respected? He’s simply a demon.]

In the eyes of others, the Imperial Master was deeply loved by the Emperor. Some even heard that the Imperial Master was refining pills for Emperor Yu that could prolong his life.

Ji Hua didn’t know that the Imperial Master was refining pills for Emperor Yu. If she knew, she would only laugh at the Emperor’s stupidity. It wasn’t a pill, but most likely a poison pill.

Ji Yushu didn’t know why his second brother, who was always fearless, was so frightened by the Imperial Master that he dared not say a word. He had no choice but to refuse on his behalf.

But before he could finish his words, the Imperial Master actually started to tell fortunes on his own. His thumb moved back and forth on the tips of his other fingers, which was quite like a charlatan.

Many people had never seen Ci Feng fortune-telling before, and they thought it was quite strange, so they all came over to watch.

Many people said, “Master Ci Feng is very good at fortune-telling, and he doesn’t tell fortunes for others easily. If he takes the initiative to tell fortunes, he must be someone with a connection to Buddha.”

The hidden meaning was, “Master Ci Feng tells your fortune because he thinks highly of you, so don’t be ungrateful.”

Soon, the Ji family was surrounded by a group of officials.

After a while, the national teacher stopped and looked a little solemn. He was heard saying, “Second Master Ji might be in jail, so you have to be careful in your actions recently!” Ci Feng spoke quite loudly, as if he was deliberately speaking to everyone present.

Everyone in the Ji family who knew about it: “…”

Duanmu Yi: “…”