Chapter 142: If They Die So Easily, How Can This Be Fun?

Hearing this, the Old Lady's heart instantly warmed, feeling a measure of comfort.

She sighed, patted Jun Jun Zijin's hand, and spoke with a tone of helplessness and resignation:

"Very well, this is her fate. I fear this granddaughter's conduct can no longer be corrected. Grandmother only fears she will become a stumbling block for you in the future."

Jun Jun Zijin smiled faintly, a flash of coldness passing through her eyes, yet her tone remained gentle:

"Grandmother, I naturally fear them not. It is just that Big Sister is so eager to jump into the fire pit of Prince Yi Wang Fu, and I fear she will find it hard to escape later."

Hearing this, the Old Lady nodded slightly, her tone carrying a hint of resolve, as if deciding to stop worrying about Jun Jun Yiyi:

"Since it is already a settled matter, if that day truly comes, do not meddle in her affairs."

A warm current surged in Jun Jun Zijin's heart; only here with the Old Lady could she truly lay down her armor and reveal her softest side.

"Grandmother..."

Jun Jun Zijin's eyes grew hot, her voice carrying a hint of a sniffle; she gently rested her head against the Old Lady's warm palm, feeling that long-lost warmth and sense of security.

Her heart also settled down slightly.

This grandmother, whose face was identical to her previous life's grandmother, was, in her heart, her only relative, and she was unwilling to hurt her.

If possible, she would even be willing to uphold the Jun family for the sake of the Old Lady.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng, who had once sent the original owner to the manor where she died, could be forgiven if he truly repented and behaved honestly, simply because he was the Old Lady's only son.

Wu's son, Jun Chengcai, had once been a rascal but had never harmed the original owner; as long as he did not turn bad, she was willing to cultivate him, simply because he was the Old Lady's only grandson.

However, she had not only promised the original owner to take good care of the Old Lady, but also promised to avenge her, so Jun Jun Yiyi, who had harmed the original owner, she would certainly not let off.

And since the Old Lady had prepared herself mentally beforehand, she would not be unable to accept it when the time came.

The Old Lady gently stroked her head, silently conveying comfort.

Jun Jun Zijin accompanied the Old Lady, chatting about daily life and amusing stories, trying to ease the Old Lady's worries; only after coaxing a heartfelt smile onto the Old Lady's face did she depart.

As soon as Jun Jun Zijin stepped out of Jingzhu Courtyard, she encountered Xiang Xiang Junzheng returning from court to the Wang Fu.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin, Xiang Xiang Junzheng's steps paused; a complex emotion flashed briefly in his eyes—a mix of relief, guilt, and affection—before his face quickly filled with a smile.

"Second Daughter, just coming from Grandmother?"

Jun Jun Zijin lifted her gaze slightly, her eyes passing over Xiang Xiang Junzheng indifferently, her expression neither warm nor distant.

"I greet Father."

It was merely a faint remark spoken lightly, her tone calm yet distant.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng smiled awkwardly, recalling his various mistreatments of this daughter in the past, and his guilt deepened.

In those years, his neglect and disregard for Jun Jun Zijin due to his favoritism toward Jun Jun Yiyi now felt like a thorn deeply stuck in the hearts of both father and daughter.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, a flicker of worry passed through his eyes:

"Daughter, the current situation... you must be extra careful."

Jun Jun Zijin felt the cold, hard boulder pressing on her heart seem to loosen; she knew this was the original owner's release toward this father.

Jun Jun Zijin nodded slightly, and her tone softened a bit.

"Thank you for your concern, Father; your daughter knows her own limits."

Xiang Xiang Junzheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, yet not knowing how to begin.

His heart was filled with a thousand tangled thoughts, containing both guilt toward his daughter and worry about the situation, but when the words reached his lips, they turned into a faint sigh.

In the end, it was Jun Jun Zijin who broke the silence:

"Father, today a nanny from Prince Yi Wang Fu came to propose marriage, wishing to take Big Sister as a side consort; Big Sister has already forced Grandmother to accept the betrothal gifts."

"What? Detestable!"

Xiang Xiang Junzheng was greatly shocked; no wonder Prince Yi's expression toward him today had been strange; it turned out he was waiting for him right here.

Before Xiang Xiang Junzheng's words had even finished, he turned and walked toward Jun Jun Yiyi's Anxiang Pavilion.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng's mediocrity in the court had once been merely for self-preservation; it was not that he was dull to the court's situation.

He did not fail to see Prince Yi's ambition; now that the Jun residence was at the height of its favor, Prince Yi's desire to marry his daughter made his intentions blatantly clear.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of Jun Jun Zijin's lips, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.

It was still that saying: a good show is not watched by a fool; she followed behind Xiang Xiang Junzheng and went to Anxiang Pavilion as well.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng's face was gloomy as he strode in with long, swift steps.

Jun Jun Yiyi was admiring herself in the mirror and said to the maid attending beside her:

"Yan'er, you saw it, didn't you? When Prince Yi asked to marry me, how jealous that wretch in Qinxin Garden was; but that old thing refused to agree no matter what. If I hadn't been smart, this marriage would have fallen through."

Yan'er saw Xiang Xiang Junzheng standing outside the door with a gloomy face, was so frightened she dared not make a sound, and pretended to clear her throat.

This time, Jun Jun Yiyi did not mind Yan'er's rudeness.

Then she looked at the several gift boxes on the bed, her face full of pride.

Who would have thought that upon looking up, she saw Xiang Xiang Junzheng outside the door with a face full of anger.

Jun Jun Yiyi was startled.

"Father, why have you come? This is my private chamber!"

"You still have the face to ask! Don't you understand Prince Yi's intentions? You had to force your grandmother to accept the betrothal gifts."

Jun Jun Yiyi became indignant; her face twisted, and her voice turned sharp:

"Father, Prince Yi likes me; this is my blessing and also the Jun family's glory."

Xiang Xiang Junzheng trembled with rage.

"You are foolish! That Prince Yi is merely using you to restrain the Jun family."

Jun Jun Yiyi's malice was ignited again, and she spoke without thinking:

"You are clearly biased! When Crown Prince asked to marry Jun Jun Zijin back then, you were overjoyed; why can't I marry Prince Yi?"

Xiang Xiang Junzheng's head throbbed with anger, and he pointed at Jun Jun Yiyi, shouting:

"I am too lazy to argue with you; tomorrow we will cancel the marriage at the Wang Fu."

Unexpectedly, Jun Jun Yiyi grabbed a hairpin from the table and pressed it against her own neck, her eyes filled with madness:

"Father, if you cancel this marriage, I will kill myself right now before your eyes."

She then pointed at several gift boxes on the bed and cried out:

"Look, those are Sichuan brocade fabrics! Though they are not as numerous as the Cloud Brocade that Seeing Jun Jun Zijin the wretch received, this Sichuan brocade is worth a thousand gold and hard to buy. All of this is mine. If you ruin my marriage, you might as well take my life right now!"

"You rebellious daughter!"

Xiang Xiang Junzheng could no longer hold back and slapped her across the face.

"If you are determined to seek your own death, that is one thing, but do you want the Jun family to be buried with you?"

Xiang Xiang Junzheng's voice carried a touch of despair.

Jun Jun Yiyi, stunned by the blow, with disheveled hair and a face streaked with tears, screamed hysterically:

"Father, how can you be so cruel? Prince Yi Wang Fu loves me so much; why do you want to stop it?"

"I will beat you to death today, which is better than you dying in the Prince Yi Wang Fu in the future!"

Xiang Xiang Junzheng raised his hand and slapped her again.

Jun Jun Yiyi's eyes rolled back from the blow, and she fainted.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin, who had been leaning against the door watching the drama for a long time, finally spoke:

"Father, you cannot truly beat Big Sister to death."

If Jun Jun Yiyi died as easily as Lady Wu did, how could we have any fun?