Chapter 52 She's dead, what's the point of crying?
Ji Chenxing has been dead for more than ten days.

During these ten days, Jun Jingrui felt heartbroken every time he thought of her.

When he made the decision that day, he felt that the capital was full of girls like Ji Chenxing. But when she was really gone, Jun Jingrui discovered that no one in the world was half as similar to her.

He also went to see Ji Xueyao, who was three years younger than Ji Chenxing. Like other young ladies from aristocratic families, she was as innocent, naive, and short-sighted as anyone else. She avoided the exiled people.

There is a huge difference between him and Ji Chenxing who stood proudly in the cold northwest wind.

But now that things have come to this, it doesn't matter what happens to Ji Xueyao. Jun Jingrui will not force her to change anything. After all, she is just a small gift in this transaction of the throne. If he insists on making demands, then Jun Jingrui only has two requirements for her: alive and female.

However, it has been more than ten days, and Shen Ruyan has not yet fulfilled the things she promised him except for the gifts.

Not only was the promise not fulfilled, but Ji Zunxing was demoted and his military power was taken away a few days ago. This deal was far from the expected win-win situation.

"Send a letter to the Ji family and ask Madam Ji when she will complete the task she promised me." Jun Jingrui took out a list and threw it in the face of the messenger. "Send this list to Madam Ji as well and tell her that if she still hasn't taken any action, I will kill one person a day according to the order on this list."

The people on this list are from the Dongling Shen family, Shen Ruyan's maternal family.

The messenger left, and Jun Jingrui sat on a chair drinking. Opposite him was a painter who was painting.

This painter used not only ink, but also red and expensive indigo and comfrey. The person he painted was not Jun Jingrui, but Ji Chenxing.

In recent days, Ji Chenxing's live broadcast room and the songs she composed have become popular in Beijing like an epidemic.

At first, people who could see Ji Chenxing’s live broadcast room really thought that he had some kind of epidemic. They went to the clinic to get medicine and asked doctors to look at his head and eyes, but nothing worked.

Gradually, people found that this live broadcast room did not seem to cause any harm to them. Instead, it allowed them to see new things from another world, and they gradually accepted it.

People who watched the live broadcast often discussed what they saw and heard in the live broadcast room, and those who did not watch the live broadcast lamented, "When will this plague affect me?"

Jun Jingrui is one of those who has not watched the live broadcast.

Although he had never seen it, he had heard others singing Ji Chenxing's songs, heard others telling stories about Ji Chenxing in another world, and also heard people talk about how beautiful Ji Chenxing was in a blue dress on the charity night, like a charming concubine who brought disaster to the country.

Jun Jingrui really wanted to see what she looked like that night.

So he gathered painters who had seen Ji Chenxing's appearance and started an audition. After layers of selection, only the painter with the best painting skills was left. He was given the most precious paint in the world, and asked him to paint Ji Chenxing.

So far, the artist has finished most of the painting. In the drawing paper, Ji Chenxing is wearing a blue dress and looking back. This posture just reveals the pattern woven with gold thread on her back.

Jun Jingrui had seen black and white drawings in ink and wash before, but he was still amazed when the beautiful blue color jumped onto the paper like a flower.

He had never seen such a beautiful Ji Chenxing.

Jun Jingrui was just about to sigh that such a beautiful woman was his beloved, but suddenly he felt a pain in his heart. Ji Chenxing was dead and he had lost her long ago.

Jun Jingrui took a sip of wine, and the spicy pain rushed from his mouth to his nose, and his tears suddenly flowed down.

Just then, a middle-aged man in brown cloth walked into Jun Jingrui's study.

Although the man was dressed simply, he stood upright and looked very noble.

Jun Jingrui was crying so hard that he didn't recognize the man for a moment. He was about to scold the middle-aged man, but he was kicked to the ground by the man. "For a dead woman, you spend all day drinking here. Is this why you claim to be sick and don't see me? Is this how you act as a prince?"

Jun Jingrui was very familiar with this voice. He wiped his tears, stood up and was about to bow and apologize, "Father..."

"No need to be polite." Jun Heng stopped Jun Jingrui and interrupted him, "Since I am here incognito today, there is no need to make it public."

Jun Heng put a royal token into his sleeve and said, "I heard in the palace that more and more people in the capital can see the live broadcast recently. I guess you should have investigated this matter, so I came to ask you."

Jun Jingrui was speechless. Although Jun Heng was distracted by many things in the palace, he was still well aware of what was happening outside the palace, and even knew about the things that he had secretly investigated.

Jun Jingrui lowered his voice:

“I have indeed investigated this matter recently and found some strange things.

"This live broadcast first appeared in the Ji family. At first, there were only two people who could see the live broadcast, General Ji's wife Shen Ruyan and General Ji's legitimate daughter Ji Xueyao."

Jun Heng frowned, "Because they are blood relatives to Ji Chenxing?"

"No." Jun Jingrui had considered whether it was because of blood relationship before, but later he found out that Shen Ruyan was not Ji Chenxing's biological mother.

"Mrs. Shen is General Ji's second wife who entered the mansion after his first wife died. She has no blood relationship with Miss Ji. Even so, the relationship between live broadcast and blood relationship cannot be ruled out." Jun Jingrui said.

"Hmm?" Jun Heng was a little confused, "What does this mean?"

"I have found out something very interesting. In addition to the capital, there is also a live broadcast like this in Yunlu Mountain. The source is Ji Minghan.

"Just like the live broadcasts in Beijing, this 'live broadcast system' occasionally raises questions and requires viewers to answer them. If the viewers answer correctly, they will be rewarded with 'fan points'. If they answer incorrectly, the number of people who can see the live broadcast will increase. This is why live broadcasts are spreading like a plague."

After Jun Jingrui finished speaking, both of them fell into deep thought and the study room was silent.

At this moment, the painter who was painting suddenly stood up and shouted, "Young Miss, you fought well. I have long been fed up with Qi Ziyan. He is such a coward and even wants Young Miss to protect him. Ugh."

When Jun Jingrui heard the painter mention "young lady", he jumped up as if he had a seizure, grabbed the painter's shoulders and asked: "Did that Qi guy bully her again? Isn't that right?"

The painter nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Jun Jingrui's eyes turned red. "He has been refusing to let Ah Xing go these days. Damn it. I must cut Qi Ziyan into pieces..."

Before he could finish his words, Jun Heng kicked him on the butt again, almost knocking him to the ground again.

"You didn't cherish her when she was alive, so what's the point of crying now that she's dead?" Jun Heng stroked his beard, remembering that a few days ago, Ji Zunxing told him that he had already had a "talk" with Ji Chenxing once.

"Instead of wasting time here and listening to things that you have no say in, you might as well go and find out how to watch the 'live broadcast' they're talking about. Who knows, you and her might get to meet again.

"Remember to tell me when you find out.

"I, too, want to see another world and see if it is as beautiful as these people say."

(End of this chapter)