Chapter 592: Never Forgiving

Chapter 592: Never Forgive

"Let me remind you once more, this princess has long severed ties with your Marquis household. This princess's current family is the Duke Rong estate, and I have only one brother—Heir Xie of the Duke Rong mansion."

"Whether Ji Qingfeng lives or dies, what does that have to do with me?"

Her cold and heartless words hammered against Ji Nanchuan's heart like a heavy blow.

He staggered back a step, nearly losing his footing.

When he had spoken those words earlier, he had still clung to a sliver of hope.

Ji Nanchuan thought to himself, with so many passersby around, if he said a few pleasant words and played the family card on Ji Yuntang, surely she'd be too embarrassed to refuse him, wouldn't she?

But he hadn't expected that she would indeed refuse him, and her words were even more hurtful than he had imagined.

Ji Nanchuan felt a pang of distress. As the esteemed Marquis Yongning, it was already more than gracious of him to personally lower himself to apologize to her—how could she be so oblivious to his kindness?

She even brought up his archrival, the Duke Rong, to rub it in.

As a father, Ji Nanchuan had to admit that the Duke Rong was indeed more qualified than him.

But he couldn't bring himself to give up on Ji Qingfeng either.

With that thought, Ji Nanchuan lowered his head once again and said, "Tang'er, your father truly realizes he was wrong. Punish me however you see fit, but I'm begging you to save Qing Feng."

"Ji Qingqing stabbed him in the chest, and he's still lying unconscious in bed. The imperial physician said that only your surgery can save him."

"We've truly run out of options and were left with no choice but to come to you. If you're willing to help, your father can pay you for the medical costs."

There was a lot of information in these words, and even Ji Yuntang was taken aback.

Ji Qingfeng was stabbed by Ji Qingqing? And in the chest?

But from what she knew, weren't the two siblings close?

Why would Ji Qingqing harm Ji Qingfeng like that?

Ji Yuntang couldn't understand it, but she didn't plan to dwell on it.

Ji Qingqing was at death's door and looking for a scapegoat—that made sense.

She shot him a sneering glance. "I'm sorry, but this princess doesn't save just anyone. You've come to the wrong place for help."

She turned and walked back into the mansion. "Close the gates and show the guest out."

Ji Nanchuan suddenly lunged at Ji Yuntang like a madman. "Don't go! Your father is begging you, please save him!"

His actions took everyone by surprise.

Just as Ji Nanchuan's hand was about to touch Ji Yuntang, Chen Hu emerged carrying a basin of black dog blood.

Seeing Ji Nanchuan like that, he didn't hesitate and hurled the basin's contents at him.

Ji Yuntang dodged just in time.

With a splash, the black dog blood hit him head-on, soaking Ji Nanchuan from head to toe.

The basin clattered to the ground from Chen Hu's hand.

He looked panicked and immediately said, his face full of guilt, "M-Marquis, it's you?"

"I'm terribly sorry, my eyesight failed me and I didn't recognize you."

"I heard black dog blood is great for warding off evil spirits. I just killed a dog in the backyard and was carrying the blood out to pour at the four corners of the courtyard walls to ward off evil spirits for the Prince Ye's mansion. I really didn't mean to splash you."

"Marquis, you wouldn't hold this against a mere servant, would you?"

Ji Nanchuan was about to lose his mind. The blood was still warm, and the stench hitting his nose made his stomach churn, making him want to run off and vomit for three days straight.

When had he ever been so humiliated—having black dog blood splashed all over him by a servant?

Just as Ji Nanchuan was about to fly into a rage, he heard Ji Yuntang say to Chen Hu, "Marquis Ji is generous and magnanimous. He won't hold a grudge against a servant like you."

"Besides, he rushed up on his own, and you didn't see him. You didn't deliberately splash him with dog blood either. This matter is in no way your fault."

"At most, this princess will compensate Marquis Ji with one tael of silver, and you can go buy yourself a new set of clothes."

With that, Ji Yuntang actually took out a tael of silver from her purse and tossed it at Ji Nanchuan's feet.

Ji Nanchuan: "..."

Ji Nanchuan: "!!!"

He felt that the harm was minimal, but the humiliation was immense.

One tael of silver couldn't even buy the fabric for the clothes he was wearing, let alone a new outfit.

Wasn't this pure humiliation?

After all this back and forth, Ji Nanchuan realized that this bitch Ji Yuntang had no heart at all.

She would never agree to save Ji Qingfeng, even if he knelt before her and apologized.

Ji Nanchuan could no longer contain himself. He roared furiously, "Ji Yuntang, you're going too far!"

Ji Yuntang looked at him with disdain. The Ji Nanchuan before her now bore no resemblance to the composed and strategic man he once was.

He was no different from a beggar on the street now, even filthier than that.

Ji Yuntang said coldly, "Marquis, your words are quite amusing. Are you saying you're allowed to cause trouble at the Prince Ye's mansion, but this princess isn't allowed to defend herself?"

"This princess already told you, I will not save Ji Qingfeng. Go find someone else more capable. But you refuse to let it go, insisting on pestering me to save him."

"If something happens to Ji Qingfeng, are you going to blame me and make me take the fall for him?"

Ji Nanchuan was momentarily speechless.

He had to admit, Ji Yuntang had guessed right—that was indeed his plan.

The reason he had swallowed his pride to come ask Ji Yuntang for help was twofold.

On one hand, her medical skills were indeed widely recognized. On the other hand, if something went wrong during Ji Qingfeng's surgery, he could use that to threaten Ji Yuntang.

He could extort a large sum of silver from her while also sending her to the heavenly prison.

That way, he could find an opportunity to kill Ji Yuntang, avenge the blood debts of the Marquis Yongning's household, and regain the Crown Prince's trust.

There was also another possibility: Ji Qingfeng would be saved, and Ji Yuntang would forgive them all.

From then on, he could openly come to suck Ji Yuntang's blood.

No matter how he looked at it, Ji Nanchuan figured this deal was no loss—in fact, it was a steal.

But how could Ji Yuntang not see right through him?

A cold, sharp smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Cut out those shady schemes. Don't take everyone for a fool."

"As long as this Princess draws breath, I will never forgive a single soul from your Marquis Yongning household."

"Your son's still waiting for you to fetch someone to save him. Scram now—if you waste precious rescue time, don't come crying to this Princess."

With that, she turned and walked off, not even giving Ji Nanchuan a second look.

Ji Nanchuan stood rooted to the spot, watching Prince Ye's mansion gates slowly shut. His heart sank like a stone.

------------