A moment of confusion?
Ji Yuanzhi?
"Why him?"
"Just now, I saw that there was indeed a scab on his right thumb." Jing Rong affirmed.
Only then did he come to a conclusion.
Unwavering hatred covered Ji Yunshu's delicate face. She immediately picked up her fingerprint and an inkstone before rushing out of the room.
Jing Rong followed behind her with large strides.
The two of them quickened their pace and went to the hall once again.
The Ji family members in the hall still hadn't recovered from their shock.
A servant was applying medicine on Ji Yuanzhi's wrist while he sulked with unwillingness.
Ji Muqing, on the other hand, was covering her reddened face while wiping her tears.
She was extremely angry!
At this moment, when they saw Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu return, the Ji family members immediately tensed up.
Ji Shuhan quickly got up from the pear blossom chair, fearing that this Buddha would raise his eyebrows and punish them.
Outside, it was still drizzling. Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong's hair was covered with a layer of white 'frost'.
The two of them came in one after the other.
Ji Shuhan didn't understand. He slightly bowed and rolled his eyes.
"Your Highness, this is …?"
Jing Rong didn't pay attention to him. He glanced at Ji Yunshu and saw that her gaze was like an icy blade that ruthlessly stabbed at Ji Yuanzhi.
Jing Rong understood tacitly.
In the next moment, he took the paper and inkstone from Ji Yunshu's hands and walked towards Ji Yuanzhi.
When he saw Jing Rong walking towards him, Ji Yuanzhi's face was full of fear. His hands, which had been clenched until they were deformed, trembled even more violently.
Without waiting for him to dodge, Jing Rong heavily placed the inkstone on the table beside Ji Yuanzhi's hands. His slender fingers pinched Ji Yuanzhi's thumbs and forcefully pressed them into the ink on the inkstone.
After dipping his thumbs in the ink, he lifted Ji Yuanzhi's entire arm.
"Ah!"
Ji Yuanzhi screamed in pain.
"Your … Your Highness, my hand …"
"Your hand should have been crippled a long time ago." Jing Rong coldly reprimanded him.
As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully pressed Ji Yuanzhi's thumbs on the paper.
A fingerprint was firmly imprinted on it.
Ji Yunshu immediately walked over and took the paper from his hands.
She looked at the two fingerprints that were almost identical. Then, she looked at Ji Yuanzhi's thumb that was pinched by Jing Rong.
Sure enough, there was a scab in the middle of the finger.
Her eyes instantly turned red as she glared at Ji Yuanzhi with tears in her eyes.
"It was you! You forced Luan 'er to her death! You killed her!"
That voice seemed to want to deafen everyone's ears!
Everyone except Jing Rong was dumbfounded by this conclusion.
Ji Yuanzhi's face contorted in pain. He looked at his hand that was being held by Jing Rong and shook his head in pain.
"It's not me, you … what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't force that slut to die. "
When he heard the word 'lowly servant', Jing Rong pinched Ji Yunshu's thumb and twisted it to the back of his hand.
"Your Highness … Your Highness, please spare me."
Ji Yuanzhi fell from his chair and knelt on one knee. He gritted his teeth in pain!
Jing Rong fiercely glared at him and reprimanded, "You even want to force a girl who doesn't even have the strength to truss a chicken to her death. It seems that I have no choice but to kill you."
"It's not me, it's not me …"
At this moment, Old Madame Ji's eyes were red. She stepped forward, her graceful face twisted with a hint of tears as she spoke to Jing Rong.
"Your Highness, Yuanzhi wouldn't do such a thing. That girl committed suicide by hanging herself. Her crime is also clearly written, so there's no mistake about it."
When she finished speaking, she fiercely glared at Ji Yunshu with burning anger.
"Everyone knows about your imprisonment. Haven't you lost enough of the Ji family's face? Do you know that if that girl Luan 'er didn't confess to her crime, you would still be in prison? "
'Oh my God, shouldn't I thank your entire family?
Ji Yuanzhi, ah, Ji Yuanzhi!
You have such a good grandmother. You are truly blessed by three lifetimes.
For you, she would distort the truth and do anything!
If you are still alive, you must repay her well! '
Ji Yunshu sneered and slightly raised the paper in her hand.
"This fingerprint is exactly the same as the one on the note Luan 'er left behind. The fingerprint in the middle is blank. Because of the scab on the thumb, the fingerprint is incomplete. Moreover, the fingerprint left behind by the tangerine will only appear on the paper for twelve hours."
After she finished speaking, she took out the note left behind by Luan 'er. The fingerprint on it had already disappeared.
Therefore, she was even more certain. She turned to look at Ji Yuanzhi, who was kneeling on the floor.
"Twelve hours have just passed, so the questioning mark on the note is gone. However, the smell of tangerine still lingers. Judging from the time, you were right beside Luan 'er when she died. Last night, you washed your hands in the tangerine water in my room and gave the note to Luan' er. You told her to write down the false evidence and forced her to commit suicide." "That's right, Luan 'er, Luan' er.
The evidence was listed out one by one.
"I … I didn't …" Ji Yuanzhi's eyes flickered, but he still tried his best to quibble.
At this moment, Jing Rong waved his arm and loosened his grip. Ji Yuanzhi's hand heavily hit the corner of the table.
"Bang!"
The pain made his eyes tear up.
Ji Yunshu continued to stare at Ji Yuanzhi. She questioned him, "Why did you force Luan 'er to death? Why? That was a human life. How could you be so cruel? You forced her to death before letting it go? "
"I …"
"You watched her hang herself in front of you. Weren't you afraid that you would be haunted by nightmares?"
Ji Yuanzhi's pupils suddenly widened. His face was full of fear.
His lips trembled. "I didn't want to force her to death. I was just … muddle-headed. I was muddle-headed for a moment. I did it for the sake of my Ji family's reputation. I really didn't want to force her to death!"
'He admitted it!
It's good that he admitted it! '
Ji Yunshu tried to hold back her tears. The pain in her heart was unbearable.
"It's not true." Old Madame Ji threw herself at Ji Yuanzhi's side and cried, "Yuanzhi, how could you do such a thing?!"
Ji Muqing was also stunned. She seemed to have forgotten the slap on her face.
She said in astonishment, "Third Brother, you …"
"I didn't want to. I did it in a moment of muddle-headedness. I really didn't want to." Ji Yuanzhi became emotional.
Jing Rong looked at him coldly, not allowing him to move.
"Guards."
He called out.
Suddenly, five or six guards jumped down from the roof beams. They stood outside the hall and cupped their hands in greeting.
"Did you hear what was said just now?"
"Replying to your Highness, we heard it."
"Good. Take Ji Yuanzhi to the yamen. Let Lord Liu interrogate him properly."
"Yes."
A few guards came in, picked up Ji Yuanzhi from the ground, and dragged him out!
"Father, grandmother, save me!" Ji Yuanzhi shouted. He was so scared that his voice was trembling.
"Yuanzhi." Old Madame Ji reached out to grab him, but she only grabbed air.
Finally, Ji Shuhan recovered from his shock. He immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.
"I beg your Highness to be lenient. Even if my son made a mistake, it was only a moment of muddle-headedness. I beg your Highness to be magnanimous and spare him."
"A moment of muddle-headedness? Spare him? " Jing Rong repeated Ji Shuhan's words with a solemn expression. "A human life is at stake, yet you keep saying the word muddle-headedness."
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