1840 Patriarch, Should We Bring Young Miss Back?



In the Ji family's manor.

The entire Gothic architectural style was solemn and spectacular. The marble of the corridor was luxuriously carpeted, and the soft Persian carpet extended from the corridor to the outside of the bedroom.

He Lin entered through the iris verification system.

After he successfully verified his fingerprint, the double-wide door in the bedroom in front of him opened automatically. It was very high-tech.

He Lin walked in with the leather bag under his arm. It was only at this moment that he held his breath and his entire body tensed up.

He tiptoed into the luxurious bedroom and immediately saw the man standing in front of the French window, swirling the wine glass in his hand.

"You're here?" The middle-aged man didn't even look up as he turned around and placed the glass of red wine on the coffee table before walking back to the sofa.

He Lin's expression became even more respectful as he approached. He did not dare to be negligent at all as he immediately handed over the yellow leather bag. "Chief, I've brought the thing you wanted me to investigate."

Ji Lingfeng was already at his side and was about to brush past him.

Hearing this, he stopped in his tracks and narrowed his sharp eyes slightly. His sharp gaze landed on He Lin, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Cold sweat broke out on He Lin's back. He lowered his head, not daring to meet the man's gaze. His muscles were sore from nervousness. "Chief?"

Ji Lingfeng took the leather bag from him before walking back to the sofa. He asked as he opened it, "What's the result of the investigation?"

He Lin felt the intimidating gaze move away and heaved a sigh of relief. Finally daring to raise his head, he hurriedly replied, "I went to Beijing to investigate according to your instructions. That Miss Qiao is Miss Ji Qing's daughter, your biological niece.

"Previously, she had been living in the house of the Qiao Family in Rao City. She never left Rao City before she turned 18. It was only when the Qiao Family took the initiative to tell her that she was not their biological daughter that she went looking for her real family, the Jiang Family. The Jiang Family also acknowledged her, but they did not announce it to the public at first. Half a year ago, after the College Entrance Examination ended, the Jiang Family held a school promotion banquet for Young Miss in the Beijing circle and officially acknowledged her identity…"

At this point, the corners of He Lin's mouth involuntarily curled up. "Young Miss's academic results are outstanding. Several master-level figures in Country Z have taken a fancy to Young Miss's talent and want to nurture her step by step. However, it seems that other than Chinese Medicine and the konghou, Young Miss hasn't agreed to anything else."

Ji Lingfeng had already sat down in the middle of the sofa. He took out the document from the leather bag and lowered his head to read it. He seemed to be very focused.

He Lin could not figure out what he was thinking. He hesitated for a moment and braced himself to continue, "Patriarch, Young Master Ji has always been unwilling to come into contact with black gunpowder technology. We only have Miss Ziyin in the First Research Institute. Isn't she too weak? Young Miss solved the equation you came up with at the banquet previously. It can be seen that she's very talented in this aspect… What I mean is, should we bring Young Miss back?"

He had been by Ji Lingfeng's side for twenty years.

Although He Lin was an outsider, he was highly regarded by Ji Lingfeng and had heard some secrets about the Ji family over the years.