1868 Ji Ziyin's Defeat



At this moment.

Qiao Nian's phone screen lit up again.

This time, it was not a short message.

Instead, it was a call.

Her fingertips paused for a moment. She released the mouse and grabbed her cell phone from the table. Lowering her eyes to take a look, upon seeing who was calling, a trace of surprise flashed across her exquisite face, but she still picked it up. "Hello."

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Ji Xiao sped all the way to Ji Ziyin's residence.

Ji Ziyin was not a direct descendant of the Ji family. Even if Ji Lingfeng valued her highly, according to the family's rules, she could not stay in the main manor.

Hence, Ji Ziyin had a place to stay outside.

She lived in a high-end residence in the center of the Independent Continent all year round. The residence was completely closed off and the security was very strict.

It was also equipped with an iris system.

Other than the people who lived here, it was difficult for outsiders to enter.

Of course, those who could live here were not of low status.

As the most highly regarded member of the Ji family's younger generation, Ji Ziyin naturally had the right to stay here.

Ji Xiao had recorded his verification information at her place before, so he went straight to her residence without any obstruction.

He pressed the doorbell, and soon, the door opened.

"Mr. Ji."

Ji Xiao nodded and walked in. Then, he asked the servant, "Where's Ziyin?"

The servant moved aside and looked down, not daring to speak nonsense. She stammered and replied, "Miss is in the bedroom. The doctor is also inside."

Ji Xiao stopped in his tracks and turned around in shock. His eyes were sharp. "Doctor? What doctor? Why is a doctor here? Is she sick?"

"No, Miss…" The servant did not know what to say as she led him to Ji Ziyin's room. "You'll know once you take a look, Mr. Ji."

In the room.

Ji Ziyin's personal doctor was treating her wound. Her back was lacerated by the whip, and the room was filled with the smell of blood. Mixed with the smell of disinfectant, the smell was especially pungent.

The doctor had already reached the last step when Ji Xiao came in.

He was carefully bandaging Ji Ziyin, who was lying on the sofa.

"Hiss."

Her back was filled with burning pain. Even though Ji Ziyin could endure it, she couldn't help but gasp in pain.

The doctor felt pain just by looking at her back and could only comfort her softly. "Miss Ji, bear with it a little longer. It'll be over soon."

Ji Ziyin's face was pale, and her bright eyes were filled with forbearance. She lay there and bit her lips, but she did not say anything else.

Ji Xiao arrived at this moment. When he saw the scene in front of him, he could not interrupt the doctor from bandaging Ji Ziyin.

Thus, he found a corner and stood at the side to wait.

Half an hour passed.

The doctor finally finished applying medicine to Ji Ziyin's back wound and temporarily bandaged it with white gauze. He then carefully reminded her of some things to take note of. Then, the doctor tidied up his things, picked up the medical kit, said goodbye to Ji Xiao, and left first…

Ji Xiao had been waiting for the doctor to leave.

Only now did he walk over and ask the person on the sofa who had barely sat up, "Ziyin, what's going on? Why are you so seriously injured?"

Ji Ziyin put on her coat. Her face was haggard, and her breathing was slightly unstable. "Nan Tianyi brought the assassin from the Wolf's Head Association to the family to explain things. The Patriarch ordered me to go to the Punishment Hall to receive 50 lashes."