Chapter 54: The Gentle and Quiet Ji Tianxin

Miss Tianxin is someone even the old master protects.

Moreover... it’s said that ever since Miss Tianxin recovered, both Madam Zhang and the mistress...

Though the master claimed one was ill and the other, out of loyalty, followed her, how could healthy people simply vanish without a trace?

So Ji Fu lifted his chin and left under the scornful gazes of the other servants.

“Master, do you know who that steward was just now?” Suqing couldn’t help but smile as she asked.

“Who?” Ji Tianxin replied.

Suqing burst out laughing. “It was the very same man you stepped on and knocked out the day we returned.”

Ji Tianxin walked on as she tried to recall, and realized such a thing had indeed happened.

As they spoke, the two of them had already returned to the southern courtyard.

All the servants along the way, upon seeing Ji Tianxin, either bowed so deeply their faces nearly touched the ground, or, if they caught sight of her from afar, immediately made themselves scarce, darting away to hide.

It was as if they feared being noticed by her.

By now, Ji Tianxin had truly become the little terror that everyone in the General’s Manor dreaded.

When she entered her courtyard, she unexpectedly saw someone there.

“General?” Suqing’s voice held a touch of uncertainty as she saw Ji Huaili seated in the main hall of the southern courtyard.

Ji Tianxin stepped through the doorway, lifted her eyes to glance at him, and then walked inside without pause.

It was Ji Huaili who seemed uneasy, suddenly rising from his seat.

Upon seeing Ji Tianxin return, he could hardly sit still, as if the very chair beneath him was on fire.

He felt a surge of irritation—this was his home, since when did he have to tread so carefully within his own manor?

So he simply flicked his robes and sat back down, adopting the full bearing of the master of the house.

After Ji Tianxin returned, Suqing stepped forward to help her off with her cloak, then carried away the things they’d brought back to tidy up.

Ji Huaili sat and watched as Ji Tianxin slowly shed her cloak, then moved aside and serenely sipped a cup of tea.

He realized this child did everything unhurriedly, as if she was never in any rush.

Even her words seemed to spill out one at a time.

At times, it made him anxious just to listen.

He wondered how she’d acquired such a habit...

He poured himself a cup of tea and cleared his throat. “Tianxin…”

Ji Tianxin recognized Ji Huaili.

Her poor memory was simply a matter of unwillingness; when she cared to remember someone, she never forgot.

“What is it?” Ji Tianxin set her teacup down and lifted her gaze to the man seated at the head of the room.

For some reason, under that look, Ji Huaili felt a little ill at ease.

But after all, he was a martial artist at the marrow-cleansing stage, a general lauded for his great achievements in war. He quickly composed himself.

He straightened his back and spoke in a low, steady voice, “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you. I want to hear your opinion.”

Aside from the slightly stiff way he addressed himself as “father,” his tone was calm, carrying a measure of authority.

Facing him stood Ji Tianxin, a slight figure—without having witnessed her ruthless methods, one might have thought she was simply a quiet, demure young girl.

But in truth, this girl was not only merciless, but also willful and unruly. When she was defiant, she’d even disregard her own father. Quiet and well-behaved? Hardly!