Marriage of the Di Daughter-Chapter 101.3

“I don’t like watching comedy.” Ji Heng played with the fan in his hand, smiled and said: “It’s too fake.”

Jiang Li stared at him. Unexpectedly, she didn’t know what to say momentarily. Ji Heng thought that comedy was too fake, some clues could be inferred from this sentence.

What kind of person is he?

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Throwing these wild thoughts away from her mind, Jiang Li said: “I just never thought that the duke will live as the Ye family’s neighbor.” Somewhat jokingly, she continued: “Those who did not know will think that the duke is coming because of me.”

“What if I say that I came precisely because of you?” Ji Heng replied.

Jiang Li was stumped.

A relaxed smile was hanging on the corner of his lips, his eyes resembled profound, light amber, sentimental and fickle. Compared to gold, jade or precious pearls, his gaze fascinated people more, making people unable to stop themselves.

“Then I can only remain at a respectful distance.” Jiang Li said indifferently.

Ji Heng laughed soundlessly. Using the handle of his fan to support his chin, his gaze contained a kind of wicked innocence, he spoke: “Contrary to expectation, Miss Jiang second knows full well the principle of putting one’s own safety before matters of principle.”

“The weak seek survival, always alert step by step.”

“Second miss doesn’t need to look down on yourself,” he squinted his eyes, “the weak will not set up a trap and draw the gentleman into an urn.”

Whenever being with Ji Heng, they always fought each other. This wasn’t light and Jiang Li was also confused. At first, he obviously did not care completely about her life. But due to a series of unexpected turns of events, they were repeatedly swept together. Now, even if he wanted to keep away from him, it was out of the question. He had started to be suspicious of her.

Must continue walking step by step.

Jiang Li smiled and said: “After talking for so long, isn’t the duke tired? It’s hard to find Little Peach’s expensive voice, do not let it down.”

Her turning the subject was rough and stiff, but her manner of speaking was still naturally gentle, as if she herself was completely unconscious. Ji Heng couldn’t help glancing at her more before turning his head with a smile on his face. He said: “You’re right.”

Little Peach on the stage saw Ji Heng finally no longer chatted with Jiang Li and turned his head to watch her. She immediately sang even more enthusiastically.

Jiang Li felt funny when she saw it. It was said that the brightest opera singers sang good dramas only when the singer was able to inject their feelings into it. But the play was sung by Little Peach’s mouth while her eyes were clearly on Ji Heng. It could be regarded as being absent-minded, but this girl’s heart, afraid would become mud. She didn’t know that this beauty in red was only accustomed to come to watch the plays, never entered the plays.

“Pity your fragrant soul scattered by the tossing wind, it caused my blood and tears to pour out like rain. Grief as facing death, the starry eyes stared blankly and the white teeth creaked and groaned, jade body trembling fearfully, the blossoming face was faint and miserable.”

Little Peach sang continuously, the flowing sleeves brought wind and a bit of mourning. However, when Jiang Li heard it, there’s a bit of a murderous meaning.

She thought she’d heard wrongly, this was like a fake tragedy. The mournful voice wasn’t false, but probably Jiang Li was now particularly perceptive towards the subtle moods of people, thus she could feel that in the mournful tone, there’s an imperceptible coldness.

She lifted her eyes to look at Little Peach.

Little Peach still mindlessly sent tender glances at Ji Heng. Those glances were filled with emotions, not at all pitiful. But Jiang Li felt that the attention Little Peach was paying to Ji Heng was extremely ferocious.

Her back was unconsciously erected, her fingers curled up in her sleeves as if she smelled some kind of conspiracy.

“Looking on helplessly since both cannot save or replace you. How to compensate the sorrow and how to face you. The saddest time is when the pear blossoms fall. From then on, there’s misery upon seeing pear blossoms.”

When she sang the word in the last line, Little Peach’s voice suddenly turned sharp, which made people frown subconsciously. Jiang Li’s heart tightened, before she could react, she saw Little Peach who was wearing an opera’s white dress suddenly leaped from the stage, flowing sleeves flying, with a dot of silver on her hand, and pounced onto Ji Heng.

She turned out to be an assassin who came to assassinate Ji Heng!

Jiang Li had not yet cried in alarm when she saw all the other actors, who were singing the opera together with Little Peach on the stage, suddenly showing up from all directions. Each and everyone of them looked murderous, no longer having the vivid appearance of those performing in the opera just now.

This Jin Man Tang was actually a facade erected by assassins. It appeared that the person behind them also understood Ji Heng enough, and knew that he loved watching and listening to plays. Thus put up such an organized troupe and actually singing a Hongmen feast*.

It’s truly an absurd disaster!

Assassins came over from all directions, headed by Little Peach who was overflowing with murderous aura. Jiang Li could not avoid, even if she was not the other party’s target, she was well aware that if Ji Heng died, the other party would not let her off. Besides, the swords have no eyes. Even if Ji Heng did not die, it was also possible for her to be killed by mistake.

She was reborn, and advanced step by step. She didn’t want to die here because of such a ridiculous mistake!

Jiang Li touched the whistle tucked in her sleeves. Unexpectedly, Little Peach’s martial art was better than imagined, several daggers were concealed among her flowing sleeves and had already closed in before her eyes. They were in imminent danger.

Right at this moment.

There’s light in her eyes, with a stab from the side, a peony suddenly bloomed.

The dagger did not enter the beautiful peony, as if stunned by the peony, it did not move forward.

Jiang Li focused her eyes, that isn’t a peony, that is Ji Heng’s folding fan. He unfolded his fan and blocked Little Peach’s attack.

A moment later, she felt her body become light. Ji Heng supported her back and brought her behind. That beautiful gold thread folding fan was across her chest, spread out to reveal a complete and breathtaking pattern.

Little Peach was also stunned.

Her strong dagger was easily blocked by the gorgeous fan like clay, her first attack failed. And on the gold threaded folding fan, the peony petals rolled out smoothly, incomparably beautiful, as if ridiculing her insignificance.

Jiang Li was shocked.

Despite how calm she was, at the moment of life and death, especially with the current’s bizarre murder, she could no longer keep her previous smile.

The one smiling was Ji Heng.

He placed his fan in front of his body, the splendid red gown reached the ground, spilling beautifully. The sunlight from outside was eclipsed, yet in the dark, his colors seemed to be even brighter. Even the peony on his fan seemed to be blooming exuberantly