The old coroner asked, "Then, do you know who the deceased is?"
Ji Yunshu placed the skull down and wrapped it in a white cloth.
She took off her gloves and spoke to the old coroner.
She said to the old coroner, "I don't know yet! I need three days to draw the deceased's appearance. When the time comes, we will be able to identify the deceased based on the portrait. "
"Can you really draw a portrait by tracing the bones?"
"It's not that magical. This humble one has only learned a few things about the lifeline of the skeleton. I can use the skull fragments to piece them together.
It's just a portrait. However, the deceased has been dead for three years. Moreover, he drowned, so it will take at least three days for the portrait to be completed. "
"Can you really draw a portrait of the deceased?" The old coroner asked again.
Ji Yunshu nodded. "Yes!"
The old coroner was startled.
For a moment, he was speechless.
Li Cheng suddenly smiled and said to the old coroner, "This official has already told you before, but you just didn't believe me. When the portrait is completed, remember to fulfill your promise."
The old coroner was speechless.
Sigh!
Ji Yunshu didn't care about their promises. She hugged the skull and said to Li Cheng, "Crown Prince Cheng, I'll take this skull back first. I still need some clay, so I'll have to trouble you to find someone to deliver it to me. The portrait will be ready in three days."
"Alright!" Li Cheng agreed, then turned to the others. "Listen, from this moment onwards, Teacher Ji represents this official. Her words represent this official's words. As long as she commands, you must do as she says. Understood?"
"Yes!"
Everyone obeyed.
Ji Yunshu stepped out of the autopsy room and said, "Then, I'll be leaving first."
Li Cheng was about to follow her.
She turned around and said in a serious tone, "Also, I don't like to be disturbed. So, please don't disturb me for the next few days."
Li Cheng felt awkward.
But he still agreed.
Thus, she hugged the head and returned with Jing Rong.
Not long after they returned, Li Cheng sent someone to deliver a large pile of clay.
She blushed with shame.
There was no need for so much. Who knew where to put the extra?
She was speechless.
After that day, Jing Rong didn't disturb her. Instead, he and Bai Yin continued to search for the missing person in Gaoding City.
If he could find it as soon as possible, he wouldn't have to deal with Li Cheng anymore.
The next day, it snowed.
Snowflakes fell, and the whole of Gao Ding was dyed white overnight.
When Ji Yunshu was resting, she opened the window.
The snowflakes were blown to the windowsill and her body by the wind.
She reached out and took one.
The moment it landed on his palm, it immediately melted!
The coldness slowly spread from his palm.
She shivered.
He quickly closed the window and returned to the table to continue painting.
But just as he opened the sandalwood box and was about to take out a thin pen, he found that the pen had broken!
It was probably caused by the many bumps along the way.
But she only had that thin pen!
If he used another brush, the lines he drew would be different.
Although it wouldn't have much of an impact, she, who had an obsessive-compulsive disorder when it came to drawing, couldn't stand it at all.
So —
She had to go out.
He had to buy a pen.
It was still snowing outside.
Snowflakes fell and the cold wind rustled.
She took a rather thick cloak, put it on, and went out.
Because Jing Rong and Bai Yin had gone out to look for Ji Yunshu, an imperial guard was left at the door to ensure her safety.
When he saw her come out, the guard asked, "Miss Ji, where are you going?"
"I'm going out for a while and will be back soon. If Jing Rong comes back, tell him not to worry."
"That won't do. His Highness ordered me to protect you."
"I'm just going out to buy a pen. I'll be back soon."
"A pen?" The guard said, "I'll go buy it for you."
"I want a pen. As long as I know it myself, I have to go personally. You stay here, lest Jing Rong doesn't come back and we'll be worried. Also, help me look after the things inside."
"But …"
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back soon."
She left without waiting for the guard to say anything else.
Just as she reached the front courtyard, she saw Song Zhi coming back with two small charcoal stoves.
"Young Master Song? Where did you go? Why are you carrying a stove? "
Song Zhi shrunk his neck and said, "I saw that the weather is so cold, so I went out to buy a stove for you."
"Thank you."
Song Zhi asked her again, "Then where are you going?"
She said, "I'm going out to buy something."
"Buy what?"
"A pen!"
Song Zhi thought for a moment, "The road is slippery. I'll go with you."
"No need, I can go by myself. You should hurry and set up the stove."
As Ji Yunshu spoke, she started to walk away.
Song Zhi also hurried to set up the stove.
The small alley was covered in snow, but this morning, Song Zhi took a shovel and shoveled the snow to the sides, making a path.
It was much easier to walk.
But because of the heavy snow, the path was soon covered with another layer of snow.
Ji Yunshu held the umbrella and stepped out of the alley step by step in the snow.
When she went out the other day, she saw a brush and ink shop on the way.
Based on her memory, she found the place.
The brush and ink shop was located in an inconspicuous place, but it looked very big on the inside. From the outside, she could see all kinds of pens.
She walked to the door and closed the umbrella.
She shook it a few times.
Then, she placed it next to the pillar at the door.
Just as she stepped in —
A child ran out from inside.
He bumped into her.
When the child bumped into her, his small body stumbled back a few times. Then, he lost his balance and sat on the ground.
A muffled sound!
Ji Yunshu was startled. When she regained her senses, she immediately picked the child up from the ground.
"How are you? Does it hurt anywhere? "
The child didn't feel any pain. He was still holding a wooden horse in his arms. He raised his small head and looked at her with watery eyes.
He shook his head and said, "No."
His voice was firm.
The little guy looked very cute.
Ji Yunshu squatted in front of him and patted his head. "You're the best!"
The child said, "Dad said that a man shouldn't cry even if he falls. He should stand up. That's a good child."
Ji Yunshu smiled gently. "Your dad is right. A man shouldn't cry."
"Mn." The child nodded.
Ji Yunshu looked inside but didn't see anyone. Even the shopkeeper wasn't there. She asked the child, "Where's your dad?"
"My dad is inside, talking to Eldest Uncle."
"Oh."
"Big Brother, are you here to buy a pen?"
"Yes."
"I'm also here to buy a pen. Dad promised me that as long as I'm obedient, he'll buy me the best pen." “
This child isn't the shopkeeper's son!
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