These Chopsticks Don't Belong to Our Mansion
Inside the mourning hall, Wei Yi hugged Ji Yunshu and refused to let go.
Outside the mourning hall, Jing Rong was expressionless. No one could guess what he was thinking.
Lang Po stood by his side, his eyes fixed on Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi as well.
For the past two days, he had been ordered to take care of Wei Yi. He stared at him without blinking, with dark circles around his eyes.
Naturally, Wei Yi didn't eat, so his stomach was empty for the past two days.
He sighed and muttered to himself, "Miss Ji has encountered so many things, but she still cares about Young Master Wei."
His words carried a tinge of envy.
Jing Rong's cold gaze froze Lang Po's skin and flesh.
He could only lower his head and shut his mouth.
Lang Po was puzzled. Not only was his Highness not jealous, but he was also unbelievably calm.
Unusual, too unusual!
But how could he know that Jing Rong's heart was already aching like a withered branch under the winter moon?
Ji Yunshu had Ji Pei in her heart. That person seemed to have taken root in her heart. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't compare to him.
Even if Ji Pei was really dead.
But he couldn't even compare to a dead person!
Thinking of this, Jing Rong's thin lips curved into a bitter smile.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu gently pushed Wei Yi away and used her sleeve to wipe away the tears on his face.
"They said that you haven't eaten for two days. How can you go on like this?" Her heart ached.
"But … I can't eat."
"You have to eat even if you can't. If you starve yourself, how will you have the strength to send your parents off at their funeral tomorrow?"
At this point, Wei Yi tightly pursed his dry lips and didn't refute.
The servants of the Wei Mansion immediately went to the kitchen to bring food. Wei Yi held back his tears and swallowed a few mouthfuls. His cheeks were stuffed to the brim.
He burped and his body trembled, causing the chopsticks in his hand to fall on the table.
Clang clang!
A few times!
Ji Yunshu picked up the chopsticks and was about to put them back in his hand when her hand paused. Her brows furrowed.
Huh?
Just as Wei Yi was about to take the chopsticks back, Ji Yunshu brought the chopsticks in front of her and carefully examined them.
"Shu 'er, how am I supposed to eat if you take away my chopsticks?"
Ji Yunshu's expression was tense. Her fingers moved the two chopsticks as if she had a rough idea of what was going to happen.
"Shu 'er …"
Wei Yi swallowed the rice in his mouth and called out to her.
She regained her composure and smiled faintly. She shoved the chopsticks back to him and stood up.
He said, "You eat properly, I'm going out for a while."
"Where are you going? Shu 'er, don't leave me behind. "
Wei Yi pulled on her clothes, refusing to let her go.
Ji Yunshu reached out and caressed his head. Her eyes were filled with certainty. "Wei Yi, I told you that I won't leave you. Be good and eat. When you're done, I'll come back, okay?"
"Oh!"
He nodded in agreement.
As soon as she went out, she bumped into Jing Rong.
Seeing her anxious expression, he asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
"I think I know what that wood chip is."
"What?"
"Chopsticks!"
After coming to a conclusion, Ji Yunshu went to the Wei mansion's kitchen.
Jing Rong didn't have time to think. He left Lang Po behind and quickly followed her.
When the two of them entered the kitchen, they smelled a faint vinegar aroma.
The servants and maids were also busy, but when they saw them, they stopped what they were doing.
Ji Yunshu asked one of the maids, "Do you still have the utensils that Master and Madame used on the night of the banquet?"
The maid was stunned for a moment before she nodded repeatedly. "Yes, they are."
"Bring them to me."
"Yes."
The maid hastily brought the utensils over.
Apart from the wine pot and two cups that Jing Rong had 'snatched' away, the only things left on the tray were two exquisite porcelain bowls, two white porcelain spoons, and two pairs of jeweled wooden chopsticks on ivory brackets.
Ji Yunshu picked up one of the chopsticks and examined it carefully.
She shook her head. "No!"
She picked up the other one and shook her head. "No!"
She picked up the other one and was shocked. "Yes, it's this chopstick."
Everyone looked at Ji Yunshu as if she was performing a monologue. They didn't understand.
Jing Rong didn't panic and seemed to know what she was thinking. He ordered a servant, "Bring some scale powder."
'This guy has become smarter!'
However, Ji Yunshu didn't have time to praise him.
When the servant brought the scale powder, she picked up some and sprinkled it on the chopsticks. In the blink of an eye, the whole chopstick turned black.
"It's poisoned." Her tone was slightly light, but she couldn't help but be surprised.
She repeated the process and sprinkled the remaining three chopsticks with scale powder. One of them also turned black.
The maid closest to her had a puzzled expression. "Miss Ji, this … what's going on? How could there be poison on these chopsticks? "
She also wanted to know.
After pondering for a while, she looked at Jing Rong and said, "From the beginning to the end, our direction was wrong. It wasn't the wine that was poisoned, but the chopsticks. The chopsticks entered their mouths and the wine entered their throats, causing them to be poisoned. As for the sawdust in the teacup, it came from this pair of chopsticks. Then, when they drank the tea, they were left in the teacup."
Everyone seemed to understand after hearing her explanation.
However, Jing Rong was still puzzled. "Since only one pair of chopsticks was poisoned, how could two people be poisoned?"
"I think it should be because Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei each had a pair of poisoned chopsticks."
'That's reasonable!'
Jing Rong sternly asked the people in the kitchen, "On the night of the banquet, who prepared the utensils?"
His tone was like a ball of flame, but it made people shiver.
The two maids in the distance poked their heads out and walked over in a panic.
"It's … it's us."
"How could there be poison on the chopsticks? What's your explanation? "Jing Rong questioned.
The two maids shook their heads in fright. "Your Highness, we didn't poison them. These chopsticks are used by the master on a daily basis. There's nothing wrong with them. We definitely didn't have the intention to harm Master and Madame. We beg Your Highness to investigate this clearly."
It didn't seem like they were lying.
"Then, on the night of the banquet, did anyone touch these chopsticks?"
They shook their heads. "No. These utensils were personally prepared by us. Master and Madame's utensils were also personally brought over by us. No one else touched them."
Their words were resolute and decisive, without leaving out a single detail.
Jing Rong didn't know where to start.
Ji Yunshu's gaze fell on the pair of poisoned chopsticks again. She asked, "Did this pair of chopsticks … belong to your mansion?"
The two maids looked at each other and raised their heads. Their eyes widened as they looked at the pair of chopsticks.
They cried out in alarm, "No, these chopsticks don't belong to our mansion."
In order to prove her words, one of the maids pointed at the top of the chopsticks and hurriedly said.
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