USWHC -Chapter 199 Proposal of Marriage (Part 9)

All the members of the Ji family gathered in the main house to celebrate. Of course, the celebration still consisted of eating sweet potatoes. Ji Yi, however, had absolutely no mood to celebrate and returned to his room in a gloomy mood.

“Why did you laugh just now?” Zhu Jie followed him back. Seeing that only the two of them were in the room, she immediately asked impatiently.

“What?” Ji Yi replied with a puzzled expression.

“When we were talking about tea eggs! Your smile looked very strange!” Zhu Jie narrowed her eyes and carefully studied Ji Yi, as if unwilling to miss even the slightest change in his expression. She really suspected that this guy might be the same kind as her.

But Ji Yi still looked blank. “Did I laugh?”

Then he immediately nodded and said, “Right, I did laugh. I laughed because you lied without even preparing a script. When have you ever eaten tea eggs?”

“You laughed because of that? Not because they said tea eggs are expensive?” Zhu Jie still didn’t believe him.

Ji Yi said firmly, “Of course. Tea eggs are already very expensive. Why would I laugh because of that?” His tone was extremely sincere.

But just as he finished speaking, Zhu Jie suddenly leaned right in front of his face and looked at him very seriously.

“Look into my eyes and tell me—are you a transmigrator or not?”

“A transmigrator? Transmigrated from what?” Ji Yi looked straight into her eyes and said even more seriously, “You’ve got eye gunk. Wipe it off.”

“Impossible! There isn’t any!” Zhu Jie jumped up immediately and rubbed her eyes hard with her hands. After rubbing them, she carefully checked the back of her hand again and again. “Look, there’s nothing!”

“Now there isn’t.” Ji Yi took another serious look and then turned around, preparing to go out again.

“Hey! You still haven’t told me whether you’re a transmigrator or not!” Zhu Jie shouted angrily.

“No! What transmigrator? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ji Yi said impatiently. “You’re always saying strange things. Are you some kind of transmigrated spirit? A tree spirit? A fox spirit? What kind of transmigration? A skin-wearing ghost?”

When Zhu Jie heard this, she wondered if he really didn’t understand what “transmigration” meant. Why was he lumping it together with tree spirits and fox spirits, as if it were some supernatural ghost story?

“Forget it, I can’t explain it to you. If you’re not, then fine!” She waved her hand impatiently as well.

“I’m going out for a bit. I won’t be back until tonight. If you’re hungry, go eat with Mother and the others. They’re in a good mood now, so they probably won’t mind sharing a few sweet potatoes.”

After all, these people were now the kind who would soon be wiping themselves with gold leaves—surely they wouldn’t be so stingy anymore. As Ji Yi spoke, he continued walking toward the door.

As soon as Zhu Jie heard this, she quickly ran a few steps after him. “Where are you going? Take me with you!”

Unfortunately, by the time she chased outside, Ji Yi had already disappeared.

“He runs really fast!” Zhu Jie said in surprise. Where on earth did this guy go? And he didn’t even take her with him? How strange!

From the main house, the lively voices drifted over from afar.

“Meizi, when you get married, don’t forget how good your big brother has been to you all these years!” Ji Laoda’s overly eager voice rang out. He seemed to have completely forgotten all those times he fought with Ji Mei.

“Brother, don’t worry. How could I possibly ignore you?” Ji Mei said proudly. “When I get to the Sun family, I’ll find you all some jobs there. Then you’ll get silver every month!”

“No, get me a job in your husband’s yamen! I want to experience what it feels like to be an official!” Ji Laoda even had rather lofty ambitions.

“Sure! My husband will be the prefect, so I’ll arrange for you to be a county magistrate!” Ji Mei said grandly.

Seriously? Since when did she get to appoint officials in the Great Liang? She hadn’t even become the prefect’s wife yet, and she was already handing out government posts. If she actually did become the prefect’s wife, who knows what kind of chaos she’d cause! Zhu Jie couldn’t help feeling astonished.

But Ji Laoda burst into laughter with delight. “Oh ho, I’m about to become a county magistrate too! Not bad! When the time comes, we’ll show off our power. Maybe silver will flow into our house like water!”

Well then—looks like they’ve even appointed a corrupt official already. Zhu Jie shook her head. Hmph, at this rate the young master of the Sun family is going to have terrible luck.

Isn’t this what they call disaster arising within one’s own household? Choosing a wife is truly a technical skill.