GTB Chapter 241

Chapter 243: Is Yun You Gong Zi Your Majesty?

Chapter 243 Is Yun You Gong Zi Your Majesty?

At the Ji residence, Ji Shutíng had just finished her breakfast when Xiangcao came in to report:

“Miss, Gu Da… Gu Changxuan’s mother is shouting at the gate, demanding to see you, and the gatekeepers can’t get rid of her.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Shutíng didn’t say a word but got up and went to her dressing table, opened a drawer, took out the divorce agreement, and walked straight outside.

Outside the residence gate, Gu’s mother’s voice was very loud:

“Let me tell you, I am your young lady’s mother-in-law, and she’s carrying the Gu family’s blood in her belly! How dare you try to push me?”

Ji Shutíng had just reached the gate when she heard Gu’s mother’s voice.

Her eyes darkened, and she immediately stepped out of the gate, looking at the fierce-looking Gu’s mother.

Seeing this, Gu’s mother said, “Shutíng, ah, oh, you’ve finally come out. Be good, don’t make a fuss, come home with mother.”

Ji Shutíng glanced at the gathering onlookers and said to Gu’s mother, “Aunt Gu, didn’t your son tell you that I am already divorced from him?”

As she spoke, she raised the divorce agreement in her hand, “If he didn’t tell you, I’ll tell you now. We divorced on the sixteenth day of the first month.”

“So, please don’t shout at the gate of my Ji residence anymore. I have nothing to do with you.”

The onlookers were shocked and sighed upon hearing this.

They originally thought that this Miss Ji was disdaining Gu *Zhuangyuan* now that he was down on his luck and unwilling to share his hardships. It turned out they had already divorced.

Gu’s mother looked at the divorce agreement Ji Shutíng was holding high. She couldn’t read, but she knew it must be the divorce agreement her son had written.

At first, she didn’t know, but later, when her son was dismissed from his position, and she wanted to come to find Ji Shutíng, her son had told her everything.

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately said, “When you divorced, this elder of yours didn’t know, so how can it count? Besides, you’re still carrying the Gu family’s blood in your belly, you…”

“Mother!”

Before Gu’s mother could finish speaking, Gu Changxuan, who had quickly walked out of the crowd, interrupted her:

“Mother, do you have to make things difficult for your son? I told you not to come, why didn’t you listen?”

“But she…”

Gu’s mother wanted to say something, but Gu Changxuan didn’t give her a chance and directly looked at Ji Shutíng, saying, “I apologize for the disturbance today; there won’t be a next time.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Ji Shutíng’s slightly voluptuous figure and pulled his unwilling mother away, turning to leave.

No one saw the embarrassment and regret in his eyes. What was embarrassing was that he was no longer the glorious *Zhuangyuan* in front of her.

What he regretted was that he shouldn’t have hated so intensely because of Yu Qin’s death.

Even more, he shouldn’t have been unwilling to let go when Ji Shutíng had asked him to give up.

Now, he had come to this point because he had brought it upon himself.

However, his punishment was already lenient. Perhaps Shí Yan had considered Jiang Jiuchu’s feelings, or perhaps Shutíng had pleaded for him for the sake of the child in her belly.

In any case, he should be grateful.

“Hmph, it’s good that he still has some self-awareness. If he were like his mother, this servant would look down on him,” Xiangcao muttered to Ji Shutíng, watching Gu Changxuan’s back.

“After all, he’s a famous talent; he naturally has some integrity,” Ji Shutíng said, turning her gaze away from Gu Changxuan’s back and heading back into the residence.

Inside the Imperial Study of the Imperial Palace, Jiang Yuan respectfully bowed to Shí Yan, “Greetings, Your Majesty. I wonder why Your Majesty summoned your subject?”

“Minister Jiang, no need to be so polite,” Shí Yan said, looking at the pile of paintings in front of him. “I have too many of these paintings and no place to put them. I just remembered that Minister Jiang likes them, so I’ll give them to you to make some space.”

“Paintings?” Jiang Yuan paused, thinking, *Could it be that the Emperor is deliberately trying to please him, or is he really not fond of famous calligraphy and paintings?*

He walked forward in surprise and casually picked up a scroll from the jade table, thinking that anything placed in the Imperial Study should be a treasured masterpiece by a famous artist.

However, when he stepped forward and picked up a scroll from the jade table, his eyes lit up instantly. It was actually… a painting by Yun You Gong Zi.

Jiang Yuan looked at the casually discarded paintings on the table and immediately felt a little heartache.

He glanced at Shí Yan, thinking, *If he weren’t the Emperor and his son-in-law, he would have to say a few words to him. How could he not cherish calligraphy and paintings like this? It’s simply a waste of heavenly treasures.*

He carefully rolled up the painting and looked at the pile of painting albums on the table, unable to help swallowing his saliva. *Should he pretend to be ignorant and accept them?*

But any random painting was by Yun You Gong Zi, and the other paintings wouldn’t be too bad either. If he really took so many painting albums, he would feel a little guilty.

“Your Majesty, these paintings are too valuable; your subject is ashamed to accept them. How about your subject help you sort them out?”

As he spoke, he reached out to sort the paintings on the table, thinking, *I can’t take them, but I can admire them, right?*

Shí Yan smiled faintly, “What’s so valuable about these? I’m giving them to you, so just accept them. They really take up a lot of space.”

Jiang Yuan sorted the second painting album while saying, “This is too mu…”

However, he paused as soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes widened in shock as he looked at the painting he had just unfolded. It was still a painting by Yun You Gong Zi.

He was a little surprised. He had just picked it up at random. How could both paintings be by Yun You Gong Zi? When did Yun You Gong Zi’s paintings become so common?

He then went on to unfold the third and fourth paintings…

Until he had seen them all, he was completely stunned.

“Your Majesty, you… how do you have so many paintings by Yun You Gong Zi? Are you… do you know Yun You Gong Zi?”

Jiang Yuan felt that besides this reason, he couldn’t find any other explanation.

After all, these paintings were real. If he didn’t know Yun You Gong Zi, how could he have so many of his paintings?

He knew that Yun You Gong Zi’s paintings were extremely difficult to obtain on the market.

Upon hearing this, Shí Yan put down the book he was reading and said with some embarrassment:

“There is no Yun You Gong Zi. These were all painted by me when I had nothing to do. If Minister Jiang doesn’t mind, just take them all. They really take up a lot of space.”

Jiang Yuan froze upon hearing this, looking at Shí Yan in shock. The Emperor said he painted them himself?

Then wouldn’t that mean…

“Yun You Gong Zi is Your Majesty?” Although Jiang Yuan was asking, he already believed that Shí Yan was Yun You Gong Zi. After all, how could the ruler of a country impersonate someone else?

He had never dreamed that Yun You Gong Zi would be Shí Yan.

Thinking back to before, when he had eagerly taken the paintings hidden in his study to show him off, sigh, really…

“Yes, it’s me,” Shí Yan said, taking out a large wooden box from the side and putting all the paintings into it, then handing it to Jiang Yuan.

“I just painted them casually; please don’t dislike them.”

Jiang Yuan was startled and quickly reached out to take the wooden box, saying, “I don’t dislike them, I don’t dislike them.”