Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 188 Betting
"Is it okay if you change your slave status?"

Jing Chun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. Her tone was calm and composed, her eyes were determined, and she just stood upright, looking a little arrogant.

Since the source lies in slavery, then changing the slavery is enough, right?
Change slave status?

Ah……

Stupid dream!

Song Yiwen looked at Jing Chun, he felt a little helpless for this child Jing Chun, he knew that Jing Chun had the character of tenacity and justice, but relying on these alone would only make tens of thousands of enemies.

Song Yiwen sighed: "How to change it? From where? Who will change it?"

"I just ask Mr. Song, if this slave status does not count, does Wei Arnuo have the right to sue Ren Cong?"

Song Yiwen seemed to have sensed the evil in Jing Chun's eyes. Changing his slave status was not easy. Moreover, now that the slave status was a certainty, how could Ren Cong let it go so easily?
"Jing Chun, what do you want to do? You must never do anything that violates the law!"

Jing Chun let out a sigh of relief, bowed to Song Yiwen and saluted, "My lord, no matter what you think about Wei Anuo, but I, Jing Chun, must intervene in Miss Anuo's affairs, even if I bet on my time in Beijing." During Zhaofu's career, Wei Anuo and I both prospered and suffered losses."

Zhang Ruolian didn't expect Jing Chun to say such words, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately replied: "Me too!"

Jing Chun looked at Zhang Ruolian and replied calmly: "Gong Zhang cannot participate in this matter."

"why?"

"Jingzhao Mansion cannot live without painters. If I leave, there will still be Painter Zhang available. If you and I both leave, Jingzhao Mansion will be affected."

"Then what does Wei Anuo have to do with you, a stranger, Jing Chun, is it worth fighting for your career in Jingzhao Mansion?"

Song Yiwen's brows were almost knitted into knots. Excellent painters like Jing Chun were rare. If he bet on Wei Arnuo, it would really be more than worth the gain.

"It's a stranger, Mr. Song." Jing Chun raised his eyes, his calm tone was not mixed with the slightest disturbance, and there was not even a little regret for his career.

"Then why..."

"Sir, I am also a woman. If I were Wei Anuo, I would even have the intention to kill my father, my mother, my brother, and Ren Cong."

"In the whole world, it's not the king's land. On the shore of the land, it's not the king's ministers. The body, hair, and skin are all affected by the parents. There is nothing wrong with selling children and daughters in Yanguo. Where did you come up with this rhetoric?"

"No fault, is it right?"

The short seven words are more sonorous and powerful than Song Yiwen's words, and Jing Chun's words are particularly cold, as if they want to put people in autumn to feel the meaning of this sentence.

"If this is the case, everyone sells his children and daughters, and everyone is cold-blooded. There is no right or wrong, okay?"

Song Yiwen froze in place, without saying a word for a while.

Looking at Jing Chun quietly, he sighed unconsciously and replied faintly: "Jing Chun, that's not what you said. Why do you insist on obsessing over this? Do you think you can just say a few words to let me know?" How much do I sympathize with you, or do I feel that I am on the side of justice, and the evil on the other side is extremely evil, and in the end the evil will prevail without overpowering the good? Or do I insist on my own opinion and feel that I can escape? Well worker, you have to know that you It's not an exception, God will not favor you more, it's fine if you win, but what if you lose? Have you ever thought about it?"

Why haven't you thought about it?If he loses, then Wei Anuo will have to return to the Ren Mansion, which is equivalent to acknowledging that Ren Cong's behavior is correct and that his parents are correct...

If she loses, Jing Chun's proud hindsight will also lose, and she will be no different from ordinary people. Then the education she received will disappear in this world and will not cause any waves .

But she is not, she is Jing Chun, not the Jing Chun of this world, she cannot deceive herself in order to compromise.

Therefore, Jing Chun cannot lose, especially in this matter!

Jing Chun did not answer, but took out his Jingzhao Mansion token and slowly handed it over on the desk.

"Sir, I, Jing Chun, am here to express my will."

Song Yiwen knew the significance of this token to Jing Chun, but he really couldn't figure out why Jing Chun was obsessed with this matter.

"Jing Chun, you..."

"I know that my lord is thinking of me. Perhaps in my lord's opinion, Wei Anuo's lawsuit against Ren Cong is a success or failure. I don't need to intervene in this matter anymore. However, to me, my lord, even if it is If you ask me why, I just think it's unfair. I don't ask everyone to be equal, but I don't like people who oppress others, let alone coercive ones. Well, I always think that at least people have their own reasons for being human, and what about Miss Arnold’s experience did she follow her wishes?”

"Jing Chun, can you ignore the suffering in the world just because you are living a good life? There is so much suffering in the world..."

Jing Chun replied calmly: "Then by using my meager power to redeem the suffering in this world, have I violated any heavenly rules?"

Song Yiwen knew that he couldn't persuade him to do anything about this matter. Jing Chun had already made up his mind and he couldn't interfere in this matter.

Song Yiwen sighed helplessly, glanced at the dilapidated folding fan in his hand, and suddenly let go of it and put it on the desk, "Are you really determined to do this?"

Song Yiwen knew that his question was in vain, but he still hoped that Jing Chun could give another answer.

"So determined."

"I will deal with the complaint filed in a fair manner, as you know."

"Jing Chun knows."

In silence, Song Yiwen suddenly shook his head and said, "Take the token back. We will wait until the case is concluded."

Jing Chun stared at the token from the corner of her eye. Her heart seemed to be surrounded by a piece of charcoal extinguished by water. She firmly believed that the charcoal would burn again one day, but there was no flame, only the coldness of the charcoal.

It wasn't until Jing Chun's eyes became unfocused that she regained consciousness. She took two steps forward and took the token back, holding it tightly in her hand.

Even though the edges of the token are a bit harsh...

Song Yiwen looked at the two of them. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad, but more importantly, he was helpless. He understood Jing Chun's state of mind very well, or that state of mind was the same as when he was young, but now he has Unlike before, the original edges and corners of his ambition have long been smoothed over time.

This is not a world dominated by Jing Chun...

"You go back first."

"Yes."

It wasn't until he walked out of the door that Zhang Ruolian dared to let out a long sigh, almost as if he was holding back some arrogance, "Well worker, why do you want to gamble with your identity as a painter? You also said that in front of Princess Li and the painter, You will be more willing to be a painter, why do you want to do it for Miss Arnold now... I know Miss Arnold's things are important, but... alas..."

Jing Chun casually replied: "It's just a gamble, there are winners and losers, I may not necessarily lose."

"But it's different now. You and I are confronting Mr. Song today. From today we can see Mr. Song's attitude. You and I are in danger."

Jing Chun smiled lightly, "Then it's me who is in danger and it has nothing to do with Gong Zhang."

"You said such things again..." Zhang Ruolian's voice gradually became low, and he suddenly stopped, called Jing Chun, and said: "I should advance and retreat with the well worker, why is the well worker... It's me, Zhang Ruolian What did you do wrong?"

Jing Chun looked at the cheeks that were almost crying, and for some reason, she wanted to laugh at that moment, not as if she was laughing at Zhang Ruolian, but as if there was a kind of concern in her heart for no reason.

Zhang Ruolian became even more angry, "You still laugh, you only know how to laugh..."

(End of this chapter)