"You're the direct heir of the Dongbo Clan. Even if you didn't get a share, you should at least know how much wealth your parents left behind, shouldn't you?" Ji Rong shook her head. "But you don't know anything. Maybe I'm being petty, but there's nothing wrong with being on your guard!"
"Enough. Stop talking." Qing Shi was getting angry. "You don't understand the relationship between my brother and me at all!"
"Just wait until your brother throws you out. Then you'll be in for a shock." Ji Rong shook her head.
"Shut your mouth, you woman!" Qing Shi's eyes reddened, tears welling in them. "He's my brother, the most important person in my life! Do you understand?"
Ji Rong was a little frightened.
Looking at the red-eyed boy before her, she lowered her head and reached out to take Qing Shi's hand. "I'm sorry. I was wrong."
"You don't understand the relationship between my brother and me at all. Don't say things like that again. It makes me really uncomfortable." Qing Shi's voice trembled.
"Mm-hmm." Ji Rong nodded and said softly, "You know, my father was cast out of his family back then. Our family was in a terrible state. We didn't even have a place to live, so we had to stay with my mother's clan. My father, my mother, and I... We were always looked down on and oppressed by her clan. Those were the days I least want to remember. Thankfully, my father pulled himself together and built a new business. Otherwise, I might not have even had the chance to study magic..."
"I understand how you feel," Qing Shi said. "But our family isn't like yours. Anyway, go back. I'm heading back too."
As he spoke, Qing Shi turned and walked toward the castle.
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