Chapter 39 Ji Yuntang’s Unique Way of Insulting

Chapter 39: Ji Yuntang’s Unique Way of Cursing

Hadn’t she always obediently given in whenever he played the family card before?

How did Ji Yuntang get so sharp after just a few days of marrying into Prince Ye’s manor?

A lady stepped forward from the crowd and sneered, “Princess Ye’s behavior here is totally classless. Your parents worked hard to raise you, arranged a good marriage for you, and made you a princess, yet you turn around and try to swindle them out of their money.”

“Your body and hair come from your parents—without them giving you life and raising you, how could you stand here demanding money from them? This behavior is truly unfilial and shameful.”

“In my opinion, you should kneel at the gate of the Marquis’s manor and kowtow to your father and mother until they forgive you!”

Ji Yuntang sneered inwardly. She turned to look at the lady, who was none other than the wife of the Minister of Revenue, Qiu Shi, a close friend of Madam Meng.

She asked, “Are your children all doing well?”

Madam Qiu, puzzled by the question, replied smugly, “Of course—filial sons and grandsons, a house full of kids. Way better off than you.”

Ji Yuntang replied calmly, “Is that so? Then I hope they abandon their spouses and kids, turn on each other like enemies, get kicked out by their in-laws after marriage, live in poverty and misery their whole lives, and be destroyed by fake family love.”

“You—how dare you curse me! I’ll rip your mouth apart!”

Madam Qiu’s face changed instantly. She raised her hand to slap Ji Yuntang, but a deafening gong sound nearby almost made her go deaf.

Ji Yuntang swung her hand and slapped Madam Qiu hard across the face. “This slap is for disrespecting a princess.”

As her words fell, Madam Qiu’s other cheek also received a harsh slap.

“This slap is for talking nonsense and twisting the truth.”

“Marquis Ji and Madam Meng might be my biological parents, but they never raised me a single day. They went through all that trouble to bring me back just to force me to marry Prince Ye in Ji Qingqing’s place.”

“On my wedding day, I cut all ties with the Marquis of Yongning’s manor. Now, the Marquis’s manor owes me a hundred thousand taels of silver and refuses to pay it back. Is it wrong for me to come collect?”

“If any of you don’t like it, then pay the hundred thousand taels for them, and I’ll respect you as real heroes. How about it?”

At these words, the crowd went dead silent.

They were just here for the show—they weren’t stupid enough to pay the Marquis’s debt for them.

Seeing Ji Yuntang wouldn’t let it go, Madam Meng stepped forward, eyes red, voice gentle. “Yun Tang, I know you’re angry. Our manor has wronged you. Qing Qing bringing a coffin to Prince Ye’s manor was her fault, and the Marquis has already punished her for it. Could you, for the sake of family, give us a bit more time? A hundred thousand taels is no small amount—we really can’t scrape it together all at once.”

Ji Yuntang looked at this so-called biological mother and felt a sense of estrangement she’d never felt before.

Madam Meng didn’t love her, and she didn’t love Madam Meng.

In the other woman’s eyes, she was just an ugly, uncouth country girl.

Compared to the fake Ji Qingqing, what was she, the real daughter, worth?

Ji Yuntang’s red lips curled into a cold smile. “Madam Meng, if I remember right, Ji Qingqing’s dowry was worth three hundred thousand taels, wasn’t it? Why not just take some of that and give it to me?”

Madam Meng’s face changed. How did Ji Yuntang know about Ji Qingqing’s three-hundred-thousand-tael dowry?

No one outside the manor should have known!

After all, the Marquis of Yongning’s manor had always assumed Ji Qingqing would marry the Crown Prince and become the mother of the nation, so her dowry couldn’t be cheap. Madam Meng had started preparing it a long time ago.

But what she didn’t know was that not long after Ji Yuntang was brought back, Ji Qingqing dragged her to the storeroom to show off.

Pointing at the piles of gold and jewels, Ji Qingqing smiled innocently, “Sister, did you know? All this is the dowry Father, Mother, and my brothers prepared for me. It’s worth three hundred thousand taels!”

“Since you’re the Marquis’s true blood, your dowry will surely be several times bigger than mine when you marry!”

At that time, Ji Yuntang didn’t yet know she was being forced to marry Luo Junhe.

Ji Qingqing’s words had indeed given her great hope.

She thought that after being separated from her family for fifteen years, their love for Ji Qingqing would be shared with her too.

But she was wrong. Anything Ji Qingqing had, she couldn’t take away.

Her grandmother, her parents, and her brothers all only cared whether Ji Qingqing was happy and warm. No one ever asked her if she had eaten or was doing well.

It wasn’t until Ji Yuntang was about to marry that Ji Nanchuan and Madam Meng came to see her once, telling her they had also prepared a dowry for her.

How ridiculous!

Ji Yuntang withdrew her thoughts, her icy eyes devoid of emotion.

“Marquis Ji, Madam Meng, my patience has limits. If you don’t repay the money today, I’ll have no choice but to come and cause trouble every day.”

“I can walk the dog today, lead a duck tomorrow, and take a fish for a stroll the day after. If that doesn’t work, we can go before the Emperor to settle this—unless you’re not worried about it affecting your son’s inheritance of the title.”

Ji Nanchuan’s neck flushed red, and his body swayed unsteadily before Madam Meng caught him.

“Marquis, are you alright?”

Ji Nanchuan’s face darkened. How could he be alright?

If only that brainless woman Madam Meng hadn’t signed the IOU, they wouldn’t be in such a passive position!

Now, Ji Yuntang dared to threaten him with Ji Huaiche’s inheritance of the title.

To Ji Nanchuan, that was worse than a knife at his throat.

He knew there was no other way—only money could settle Ji Yuntang.

Gritting his teeth, Ji Nanchuan finally made a decision. “The silver will be sent to you later tonight. Princess Ye, please take your leave.”

With that, he shook off Madam Meng’s hand and strode back into the residence.

Madam Meng clenched her fists and quickly followed.

At the “Zhuyuxuan” teahouse, a dashing young man in a red robe, holding a folding fan, raised his phoenix-like eyes to look at the handsome man across from him.

“Prince Chen, it seems you guessed wrong this time. The Marquis of Yongning’s manor didn’t repay Princess Ye after all.”

Luo Sinian hadn’t expected that, even after Madam Meng signed the IOU, the repayment would still be up in the air with so many twists.

Coming to collect debts in person—that was indeed something Ji Yuntang would do.

Luo Sinian snorted disdainfully. “So what? All this fuss today does is disgrace my third brother.”

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