Rebellion?
In the second month of the lunar year, the drizzle was dense and pitter-patter.
Deep into the night, the rain turned into heavy snowflakes, piling up layer by layer. Not long after, the tiled roof and the road were covered in a vast expanse of white.
Under the eaves of the roof, the four corners of the room were covered with white satin, fluttering in the wind. Even the white lanterns were faintly flickering, sometimes bright, and sometimes dark.
Contrasting with the white snow, it looked especially desolate.
Wei Yi knelt in the mourning hall for the whole night. His back was straight as before, and he was holding white paper money in his hand. From time to time, he would throw it into the brazier.
It seemed that after two days of crying, his tears had dried up.
Most of the servants of the Wei Mansion were kneeling outside, wearing mourning clothes and white cloth tied around their heads. Their heads were lowered, and they were weeping.
At the first glimmer of dawn, the funeral procession of the Wei Mansion had already set off.
Wei Yi was at the front of the procession with two memorial tablets in his arms. The pure white snow fell on his line of sight and melted into his thick eyelashes, like crystal clear water droplets that melted and fell to the ground.
It was hard to tell if the water on his cheeks was ice water or salty tears.
Behind him were two coffins covered with white cloth.
Eight people carried one coffin, and two coffins walked together.
Both sides of the procession were holding white spirit banners and scattering paper money. Accompanied by the chanting of monks, the procession reached the burial ground.
On the way, Ji Yunshu stopped after escorting him halfway.
She watched as the funeral procession went up the mountain.
Jing Rong silently followed beside her.
Jing Rong followed her line of sight and asked, "Are you really not going to tell him? After all, they are his parents. "
She shook her head. "No need."
At the end of the day, she hoped that she could protect Wei Yi and preserve his pure and clean nature.
Just as the two of them returned, Lang Po hurried over with a few guards. His expression was slightly tense.
"Your Highness, it's not good. Lord Ji brought some people to the yamen and forced Lord Liu to release Ji Yuanzhi. I reckon that he has already been sent to prison."
'This old fox is really daring!'
Jing Rong was slightly angry. "If he dares to take him away, I will tear out his tendons."
'Did you grow up eating fireballs?
So fierce!
"I can't let my father bring him out." Ji Yunshu moved her feet.
Ji Yuanzhi was already confirmed to be the murderer. If he was rescued, who knew where her cunning father would hide him? If that happened, wouldn't the case become an unsolved case?
Thus, they quickened their pace and arrived at the prison.
At this moment, at the entrance of the prison, Ji Shuhan had already brought Ji Yuanzhi out!
The magistrate and several prison guards wanted to stop him, but they were unable to do so!
Because Ji Shuhan was standing in front of them, the jailer did not dare to slash even though he had drawn his saber.
They didn't dare to make a move, but he did.
When he was forty meters away from the prison gate, he pulled out Lang Po's sword, aimed it at his target, and threw it with all his might.
The hilt of the sword left his hand, and like an arrow leaving a bow, it drew a cold white light in the air, pierced through the snow, and accurately stabbed into Ji Yuanzhi's shoulder.
The force of the sword was enough to lift his clothes and drag him back a few steps.
Then, he was nailed to the wooden door of the prison.
If Jing Rong's direction had been slightly off, this guy would have already died!
Everyone was shocked by the sudden thrust of the sword.
"Prison break! Prison break! Prison break!"
Magistrate Liu shouted as he hid behind several prison guards.
'So afraid of death!'
The prison guards drew their sabers and rushed in the direction of the sword.
But when they saw that the culprit was Jing Rong, they immediately became listless!
Magistrate Liu's face was even more embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
When Jing Rong came closer, he greeted him and cupped his hands. "So it's Your Highness, this lowly official thought …"
Jing Rong raised his index and middle fingers, interrupting Magistrate Liu's words.
His expression was cold and handsome as he looked at Ji Shuhan's timid eyes.
"It seems that Lord Ji really doesn't put this prince in his eyes. This prince has only sent Ji Yuanzhi to the yamen for a day, and you've already barged in to take him away. This prince has truly underestimated your courage."
Although his words were somewhat careless, it was clear that he was secretly pressuring Ji Yuanzhi.
Ji Shuhan hurriedly said, "Your Highness, this lowly official doesn't dare, but …"
"But what?"
"But my son didn't kill anyone. That girl hanged herself. This crime absolutely cannot fall on his head. Your Highness is wise, please clarify this matter."
Jing Rong sneered. "Although you don't have to pay with your life for forcing someone to die, you can't escape punishment."
"That's right, the evidence is conclusive and cannot be denied." The magistrate added.
At this moment, he was full of confidence.
After all, Jing Rong was his last hope!
Previously, there was Madame Jiang, and now there was Lord Ji. He was really unlucky as an official!
However, Ji Shuhan was determined. He must take this person away today.
Ji Yuanzhi, who was nailed to the door, was sweating profusely.
He looked at his father with pleading eyes. "Father, you must save me!"
Hearing his son's cry for help, Ji Shuhan's brows stiffened. He raised his head and looked at Jing Rong.
With a slightly pressuring tone, he said, "Your Highness, you should know that this lowly official's two sons are important officials of the imperial court. One is the Left Secretary of the Army of the Front Wing, and the other is the Emperor's personal bestowed General Changlin. Both of them are highly regarded by the imperial court. Even if Your Highness doesn't care about this matter, shouldn't you consider the imperial court's affairs …"
"Impudent!"
Ji Yuanzhi's reprimand was like thunder.
Jing Rong's solemn face gradually darkened. His cold eyes burned with anger as if he wanted to skin someone alive.
Up until now, no one had ever threatened him like this.
Moreover, he was threatening him with the imperial court's affairs!
Was this a rebellion?
Even though Ji Yunshu was behind him, she could still feel his anger.
Ji Shuhan was startled. He also realized that his words were inappropriate.
"Please forgive me, Your Highness. This lowly official was only speaking the truth. I didn't mean to anger Your Highness." His voice trembled slightly.
"Ji Shuhan, do you know that a loose tongue can cause trouble? You spoke rudely and even threatened this Prince. Even if your Ji family has many talented people, don't tell me that you want to cover the sky with one hand? Do you want to pin the crime of rebellion on me? "
Rebellion?
He, Ji Shuhan, absolutely didn't dare to wear such a high hat.
"This lowly official … this lowly official absolutely didn't mean that. Your Highness, please understand. This lowly official was only worried about my son. He didn't kill anyone. Even if he was at the side when that girl died, he shouldn't be punished."
"Then what about intentional murder?"
Ji Yunshu's indifferent words overflowed from her mouth.
She stepped forward. Her cold eyes met Ji Shuhan's flabbergasted gaze.
"Father."
"…"
She called out to him, but her voice was icy cold.
Her cold eyes gradually became somewhat gloomy. The corner of her mouth slightly twitched. "I know very well that your body, hair, and skin are all given to you by your parents. I should have endured and waited on you until the end of my life, but I was wrong."
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