Jin Ziyuan spat fiercely and said, "Hmph, only a worthless person like you would hide her on Qi Mountain. Do you really think Qi Mountain is as solid as a rock? You do not know how terrifying Yu Jizi can be."
A glint of ruthlessness flashed through Jin Zijin’s eyes as he looked at him with contempt and said coldly, "Don’t think you know everything, there’s too much you don’t know. Be careful or you might die from your own arrogance."
Having said that, he ignored him and turned to walk towards the back wall of the Lin Family compound.
Jin Zijin’s contemptuous gaze made Jin Ziyuan feel deeply humiliated.
What gave him the right to look down on him? He was no different from him, and even with the support of numerous former subordinates of the three Princes, they had never regained their positions like he had.
No, did he even accuse him of being arrogant?
"Stop, don’t you walk away."
Seeing Jin Zijin walk away, Jin Ziyuan quickly followed him.
"Who exactly are you? Are you from the Fourth Prince’s residence or the Sixth Prince’s?"
Jin Zijin did not pay any attention to him but said softly, "I would advise you not to make a move on the day of the eldest Prince’s grand wedding. Why seek temporary satisfaction?"
"Not make a move? Like you, be a coward? Oh, haha, you’ve joined the Dao Family, and now you’re the eldest disciple of Tianzong. What you’re eyeing is the position of State Preceptor. So the one sitting on the throne, he’s now someone on a different path to you, isn’t he? You don’t care, do you? But I’m different. If I don’t act, I’ll never get to live with my own identity."
"You’ll be walking down a dead-end if you try, only end up making a bridal dress for someone else," Jin Zijin’s voice remained calm and indifferent, like a gentle breeze in the quiet night air.
Jin Ziyuan had concluded that Jin Zijin, like himself, was from one of the other Prince families that had been decimated after the rebellion. Therefore, he despised Jin Zijin, who carried the same hatred for the extermination of his family, yet seemed so indifferent about it.
Without realizing it, his expression became even more tyrannical as he said angrily, "Are you trying to say that everything I do is only helping the Fifth Prince? No, let me tell you, even if it costs me my life, I will not let Jin Moning have it easy."
Jin Zijin felt too lazy to even look at him and said, "Nonsensical, no wonder you’ll die of stupidity."
"You..." Jin Ziyuan gripped the short sword in his hand tightly but then heard the orderly sound of footsteps coming from down the street.
A servant whispered a reminder from behind him, "Young Prince, the Patrol Army is coming."
Jin Ziyuan, struggling to contain his impatient nature, reluctantly followed the person behind him and left the scene.
Jin Zijin glanced at the street corner ahead, then with a swift move, disappeared into the night.
In the courtyard where Gu Youyou once lived, servants had left after she departed, leaving only a few to clean.
The servants slept at night, and the courtyard was very quiet. No one expected that, with Gu Youyou gone, there would be the presence of Xiao Jinyan.
Seeing the newcomer, Xiao Jinyan smiled and said, "Cousin, choosing to meet here, you really surprise me."
Jin Zijin looked indifferently at the familiar house and said, "I’m not familiar with Beijing. The backyard of the Lin Family is about all I know well."
Xiao Jinyan’s smile faded, and his expression turned grave, "Have you really taken a fancy to that peasant girl? I don’t see what’s so good about her. Cousin, when it comes to matters of great importance, don’t let your desires cloud your judgment!"
"You don’t need to meddle in this; I’m aware of what I’m doing."
"It’s not that!" Xiao Jinyan sighed worriedly, and as he tried to pat Jin Zijin on the shoulder, Jin Zijin coldly dodged, leaving Xiao Jinyan’s raised arm hanging awkwardly in the air.