Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1415 - 250: Ji Mingya’s Warning, Jiang Ning’s Crisis!
In front of the National Master Mansion.
Jiang Ning, Ji Minghao, and Ji Mingyue walked forward.
Behind them, a four-horse carriage was waiting.
"Brother Jiang, we’ll part here!" Ji Minghao stopped and said.
"Alright!" Jiang Ning nodded in agreement.
"Brother Jiang, someone from the palace will join us later. The championship robe and waist tablet will be sent over together. Remember to bring them to tomorrow’s court meeting," Ji Minghao said.
"Alright!" Jiang Ning nodded once more.
"Then we’ll part ways here, see you at the court meeting tomorrow!" Ji Minghao clasped his hands.
"See you tomorrow!" Jiang Ning replied with the same gesture.
Ji Mingyue’s eyes were fixed on Jiang Ning, looking as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"You two chat!" Ji Minghao laughed.
With those words, he headed towards the carriage, allowing the two of them enough space.
"Actually, my second sister isn’t a bad person!" Ji Mingyue suddenly said to Jiang Ning.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but smile.
"You’re still speaking for her? She takes advantage of me, which is the same as taking advantage of you."
Ji Mingyue instantly felt embarrassed; she understood what Jiang Ning meant by that.
"My second sister is a pitiful person!" Ji Mingyue suddenly sighed, then added, "Her husband died unexpectedly in Beimo, and her only son suddenly died just three months later."
"Died suddenly?" Jiang Ning’s tone was full of astonishment.
"Yes!" Ji Mingyue nodded.
"With the Imperial Family’s resources, couldn’t they save him? What was the cause?" Jiang Ning asked.
"I don’t know!" Ji Mingyue shook her head: "Nobody knows a thing, this matter remains a mystery to this day! Since those two incidents, my second sister’s personality has drastically changed. Now, no one can understand her."
Hearing these words, Jiang Ning fell into silence.
The silence wasn’t merely for the lamentation of the Imperial Family’s second princess, Ji Mingya, but for the reflections on the sword light within the Imperial Family.
The term "died suddenly" should never befall the Imperial Family.
It should not happen to the second princess Ji Mingya’s legitimate son.
As you see, she is the legitimate eldest daughter of the Imperial Family, and her husband is a Martial Champion.
Such Martial Artist blood is already different from ordinary people; the offspring are strong and healthy from birth, impervious to diseases, not to mention suddenly dying.
In his view, there must be human factors behind this.
"You need to be very careful!" he suddenly said, looking solemnly at Ji Mingyue.
Upon hearing this, Ji Mingyue instantly beamed with a smile, looking at Jiang Ning.
"Don’t worry! I am smart enough!" she said sweetly, smiling.
"If there’s trouble, remember to find me. You underestimate how strong I am!" Jiang Ning responded.
"I know! My Great Grandmaster!" Ji Mingyue said, giggling, her eyebrows gently forming an arch.
Then she waved her hand: "My Great Grandmaster, I’m heading back first. Tomorrow, I want to see your excellence at the court meeting!"
"Alright! I promise I won’t disgrace you!" Jiang Ning replied.
"I believe in you!" Ji Mingyue nodded slightly.
She then turned and walked towards the carriage where Ji Minghao was.
Her steps were brisk, occasionally bouncing, full of youthful energy.
Watching her figure, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but show a gentle smile on his lips.
Until Ji Mingyue climbed into the carriage and popped her head out of the window, waving energetically towards Jiang Ning.
Then, under Ji Minghao’s intimidating whip strike in the air, the four horses suddenly started, speeding the carriage away.
Watching the carriage fade into the distance, he slowly withdrew his smile.
After one breath.
He looked towards a large tree, dozens of feet away.
"Come out, Second Princess!"
With those words, a woman with elaborate hair ornaments and a luxurious purple palace dress walked out.
The visitor was indeed the Second Princess, Ji Mingya.
"What a clever move from the champion! I used special techniques to hide, yet you could discover me early!" Ji Mingya said with a smile.
"Second Princess thinks too much! I didn’t discover you early; it was the scent from the cosmetics that exposed you!" Jiang Ning remarked.
Hearing this, Ji Mingya promptly raised her wide sleeve to her nose and sniffed.
She then looked at Jiang Ning with a smile: "I’ll take that as a compliment from the champion that my scent is pleasant!"
As she talked, Ji Mingya walked towards Jiang Ning.
Her steps were more graceful than those of a maiden.
Watching Ji Mingya approach, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but furrow his brows slightly.
"Second Princess waited here just to meet me, I presume there’s a matter to discuss?"
"Does this palace need a reason to meet the champion?" Ji Mingya supported her waist, smiling.
"Second Princess, if you have something to say, please speak directly!" Jiang Ning clasped his hands, his expression solemn.
"Alright!" Ji Mingya’s slightly raised chest seemed to deflate, becoming quite flat.
"Your situation is quite dangerous!" she suddenly said.
"Why does the Second Princess say so?" Jiang Ning asked.
"The information is clear; anyone present at the school yard just saw you had entered the Second Grade Great Grandmaster Realm! You should realize what a Second Grade Great Grandmaster at your age represents!" Ji Mingya stated.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning’s expression remained unchanged.
With a thought, he spoke, guiding the conversation: "Heroes of the world are like fish crossing the river; throughout the ages, there have been countless prodigies. I’m just an ordinary Martial Arts prodigy. Can this really incite jealousy and lead to disaster?"
"My champion, you’re underestimating yourself!" As she spoke, Ji Mingya stepped forward, her slender fingers grazing the smooth robe on Jiang Ning’s shoulder: "You are not ordinary; in eight hundred years, you should be the greatest prodigy! Seeing you is like stars seeing the bright moon! How can that be ordinary?"
"And what of it?" Jiang Ning replied: "No matter how strong you are, eventually, you’ll become dust. Why should the world fear having one more First-grade Martial Artist like me?"
