Beneath the beautiful skin was a venomous heart.
Jing Rong was already standing at the door.
His eyes were filled with heartache as he stared at Ji Yunshu.
"Your Highness, are you not going in?" asked Lang Po.
"No need."
Jing Rong withdrew his gaze and silently turned to leave.
On the same day, Ji Yunshu learned that after Ji Yuanzhi died in prison three days ago, Ji Shuhan sent a letter to the capital to bring the news to his other two sons.
As for Old Madame Ji, she fainted on the spot and was bedridden for the next three days.
Today, the Ji Family's eaves were decorated with white satin strips, and white lanterns were hung one after another.
Ji Yuanzhi was supposed to be buried today, but Old Madame Ji refused. She insisted on waiting for her other two grandsons to return.
Firstly, she wanted them to come back and send off Ji Yuanzhi's funeral.
Secondly, she wanted Ji Yunshu to kneel and kowtow in front of everyone when she returned.
Therefore, during these three days, people from the Ji Mansion came to the Grand Canal Courtyard several times to ask for Ji Yunshu, but they were all chased away by Jing Rong.
That night, after Ji Yunshu drank her medicine, several maidservants added another charcoal to the stove.
"Miss Ji, why don't you rest early?"
"Both of you, leave. You don't need to serve me."
"This …"
Ji Yunshu glanced at them and indifferently said, "Leave."
"Yes."
The two maidservants could only bow and leave.
When the door was closed, she walked to the bronze mirror and sat down.
Staring at his own face that reflected the long scar, his eyes were still very indifferent. He only stretched out his hand and hooked up a light blue gauze at the side, while his other hand reached into a beautiful embroidered box and picked out a pendant golden hairpin.
After fiddling with it for a while, she untied the golden hook on the hairpin and hooked it onto the light blue gauze.
Then, she wore it on her face, perfectly covering the scar on her face.
Then, he found a simple wooden hairpin and simply tied up his black hair that was falling straight down!
Then, she put on a cloak and prepared to go out.
Just as she pulled open the closed door, the person outside the door stood in front of her, blocking her way.
Jing Rong looked at the veiled Ji Yunshu, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes that were illuminated by the red lanterns in the doorway. Her eyes were especially beautiful, but at the same time, they revealed a feeling of pity and heartache.
He suddenly stretched out his slender fingers towards Ji Yunshu's ear and grasped the golden hook that was wrapped around her veil.
"Your Highness?" Ji Yunshu tilted her head, trying to avoid his action.
"…"
"I'm ugly now. Your Highness, please don't look at me."
During the two days that she had been unconscious, he had not left her side at all. He had stared at her so-called ugly appearance for two days straight.
Today, she had only left for a short while, but Wei Yi had already stolen her thunder!
As a result, the first person she saw when she woke up was not him.
Jing Rong's eyes were filled with deep affection and unswerving determination. He said, "Beneath the beautiful skin, there's a venomous heart. What this prince cares about is your heart."
His tone was very soft, as if he was speaking beside Ji Yunshu's ear.
Ji Yunshu's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head, avoiding Jing Rong's burning gaze.
However, when Jing Rong's fingertips released the coldness of the golden hook, he stopped moving. He clenched his fist and put his hand down.
Changing the topic!
"You want to go to the Ji Mansion?"
He had accurately seen through her motives.
She nodded and moved to the side to prevent him from lifting her veil again.
"Your Highness, please step aside."
"You clearly know that Ji Yuanzhi is dead. The people of the Ji Mansion want nothing more than to bury you with him."
"I know, but I have to go."
Jing Rong frowned. "Why?"
She coldly said, "I can't go."
Her tone was cold, as if it was about to be blown away by the cold wind.
Jing Rong knew her temperament. This woman was too stubborn.
He could only say, "I'll go with you."
"No need."
Her footsteps were hurried as she strode forward. When she passed by Jing Rong, he pulled her back.
He made a concession and said, "I'll wait for you outside the Ji Mansion."
It was as if he was certain that she would not stay in the Ji Mansion.
This time, Ji Yunshu did not refuse.
The two of them went to the Ji Mansion together. Lang Po and a few guards followed them from a distance.
Ji Yunshu entered the door alone. When the people of the Ji Mansion saw her, it was as if they had seen a ghost. None of them dared to approach her. Instead, they hid far away.
What surprised her was that Ji Yuanzhi's coffin was not placed in the mourning hall in the backyard, but in the main hall of the Ji Mansion.
Apart from her, almost everyone else wore mourning clothes.
The eyes in the main hall were filled with hatred as they stared at her veil.
Bang!
Ji Shuhan slammed the table.
"Men, tie up this unfilial girl."
At this moment, he really wanted to tear Ji Yunshu into pieces.
Several servants came forward with ropes in their hands.
"You dare?"
Ji Yunshu's cold eyes swept over them.
The servants didn't dare to come forward.
He trembled as he was stared at by her eyes, causing his body to feel cold from the inside out.
Ji Shuhan's eyes were bloodshot. The pain of losing his son and the anger towards Ji Yunshu intertwined on his face.
He rebuked her sternly and pointed at Ji Yuanzhi's coffin. "Take a good look. You're the one who caused Yuanzhi's death."
'You really know how to distort the truth!'
Ji Yunshu's lips under the veil revealed a cold smile. Her beautiful eyes curved.
"Even if he died a thousand times, or even ten thousand times, it would be his just retribution."
"You …"
"I didn't come here today to kowtow to him, nor did I come to mourn him."
As she spoke, she walked to the side of the coffin. The coffin was covered with a black cloth. On top of the cloth, there was a lit candle and several pieces of high-quality blood jade.
"What do you want to do?"
At the same time Ji Shuhan spoke!
Ji Yunshu pinched a corner of the black cloth and pulled it with all her strength.
The candle and the blood jade fell to the ground. The black cloth slipped from her hand and covered the candle that had yet to be extinguished.
Suddenly, the black cloth was set ablaze.
Flames sprang up.
When the wind blew, a piece of white satin hanging nearby caught on fire. The fire fiercely flew up to the roof beams.
"Ah!"
The one who screamed was Ji Muqing. She was standing in front of the white satin. She staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.
The fire spread to the roof beams, and it seemed like it was going to get out of hand.
The entire hall was in chaos.
"Quick! Quickly carry the coffin out, carry it out … "
Old Madame Ji screamed. When she stood up, she couldn't catch her breath and fainted. Two maidservants supported her and dragged her out of the hall.
The servants rushed forward to extinguish the fire and carry the coffin.
It was so 'lively'.
Ji Yunshu's smile was really bright.
While everyone was panicking, she had already left the hall and headed in the direction of the west courtyard.
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