Li Cheng frowned, his expression solemn.
He glared at the dumbstruck Miss Lian. "Are you satisfied?"
"I …"
"A woman like you is hopeless."
"I …" She was speechless.
Li Cheng walked to Jing Rong's side and looked at his bleeding palm. He called the waiter in the teahouse and ordered, "Hurry and get the first aid box."
The waiter was also frightened.
He looked at the blood on the floor and nodded repeatedly. He hurriedly fetched the first aid box.
Ji Yunshu carefully bandaged Jing Rong's wound.
Fortunately, he had some medicine with him to staunch the bleeding, so he was able to stop it in no time.
Miss Lian froze in place for a while. She looked at Jing Rong guiltily and apologized. "Young Master, I didn't mean it. Just now, I …"
Jing Rong glanced at her. "It's just a small injury. Please don't make a fuss again."
"Okay." She nodded obediently.
How could she dare to make a fuss again?
If this matter were to spread, she would become a joke in Gaoding.
The flames of war were extinguished.
The second floor of the teahouse regained its peace.
However, the blood on the floor was particularly eye-catching.
It was a stark contrast to the white snow outside.
Zhao 'er watched from the side, extremely worried.
The tears in her eyes became even more intense.
But when she saw that Jing Rong's hand was already bandaged, she felt less worried.
She asked with concern, "Brother Jing, are you alright? You should go see a doctor. "
"I'm fine."
"But if …"
"Miss Zhao 'er doesn't need to worry."
She misspoke.
Her hands were tightly clasped together.
Her intentions were clear to the onlookers.
Li Cheng suddenly asked, "Little Zhao 'er, what are you doing here?"
Zhao 'er said, "Donate books!"
"Donating books? What books? "
"Every year at this time, many people in Gaoding would donate books they don't use or old ones."
"To where?"
"To the library." Zhao 'er answered.
Huh?
Hearing this, Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong looked at each other.
Ji Yunshu asked, "How do you donate the books to the library?"
Zhao 'er answered, "Just put the books in a box and carry them to the library."
A box!
Realization dawned on her.
Ji Yunshu finally found a clue.
So —
Li Cheng also reacted, "Oh! I got it. "
Miss Lian glared at him. "Hmph!"
Jing Rong stood up and said, "Let's go!"
To Wen She.
Ji Yunshu was worried. "But your hand …"
"It doesn't matter. Solving the case is more important."
Thus, they hurriedly left the teahouse.
Miss Lian didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she decided to find trouble with Li Cheng later.
Zhao Er, on the other hand, walked to the railing on the second floor and looked down at the street from above. When he saw the group of people leaving, his eyes were filled with disappointment.
Her thoughts were seen through by those girls.
Someone said, "Our Little Zhao 'er is having ripples in his heart!"
The use of this word was also fresh.
Zhao 'er withdrew his gaze and lowered his head. "How?"
"We all know what you're thinking. Why bother hiding it?"
"No."
A woman in red reminded her again, "But Zhao 'er, that Young Master is quite handsome, but …"
He wanted to say something but hesitated.
Zhao 'er: "What is it?"
"Didn't you notice that the relationship between that Young Master Jing and the grey-robed young master next to him isn't ordinary? The two of them … seem to be unusual. "
Unusual!
To put it bluntly, it was a male fetish!
Zhao 'er felt as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat.
She wasn't a fool. Naturally, she could see it.
Just now, when Jing Rong pushed her hand away and asked Young Master Ji to bandage his wound, she had already noticed it.
Previously, outside the coroner's office, Jing Rong had already expressed his attitude and hinted at her. However, even if she grasped a glimmer of hope, she was still unwilling to let it go.
Miss Lian immediately said, "Don't talk nonsense. I don't think that Jing Rong is like what you said." She comforted Zhao 'er, "Don't think too much."
Zhao 'er nodded.
"Besides, in this world, you have to choose a man carefully. Don't make a mistake."
"You're talking about yourself, right?" Someone said.
Miss Lian snorted.
She picked up the hairpin on the ground and tried to pull out the golden hairpin that Jing Rong had stuck on the table. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough strength.
She could only give up.
…
Ji Yunshu, Jing Rong, and the others rushed towards the Wen House in the heavy snow.
On the way.
Jing Rong whispered to Lang Po, "This is Huyi after all. Don't draw your sword or spear at the slightest provocation."
"This subordinate understands. It's just that when I saw His Highness injured, I couldn't control myself. I'll remember this next time."
"Mm!"
Lang Po also regretted it.
If Li Cheng hadn't pulled him back and His Highness hadn't called out to him, he might have really made a move.
Fortunately, he stopped himself in time.
Otherwise, he didn't know how chaotic the situation would be.
When they arrived at the Wen House, Li Cheng immediately called for the person in charge, Xiao Heguan.
"Lord Li, what are you doing?"
Li Cheng glanced at Ji Yunshu, hinting for her to ask.
Ji Yunshu asked, "This humble one wants to know if there are many people who donate books here at this time of the year?"
"That's right. Many high officials, nobles, and children from rich families will donate a lot of books to the Wen House. Then, those books will be distributed to the scholars who need them. It's like this every year before the imperial examination."
"Then, do you remember that year when Du Mubai was killed, did anyone come here with a box of books?"
"This …"
"No?"
Xiao Heguan said, "That's not it. But, I need to check the records to know."
Ji Yunshu asked, "Can you find it in the shortest time possible?"
"Yes, I can. I'll check it now."
Everyone waited in the reception hall.
Xiao Heguan's efficiency wasn't low. In about the time it took to drink two cups of tea, he found the records.
He held a booklet with records and handed it to Ji Yunshu. "It's here."
Ji Yunshu took it.
Looking at it, there was a clear date and time.
The number of books donated was also recorded.
What could be confirmed was that on the night of Du Mubai's death, someone really did come to the Wen House with several large boxes of books.
Ji Yunshu asked, "Is it possible to find out who donated them?"
Xiao Heguan shook his head. "I don't know!"
"Why?"
"Many people donate anonymously. Moreover, they're all old books that they don't read anymore. So, they don't want to put their names on it."
"Then, are the books still here?"
"They've already been divided."
Ji Yunshu asked again, "Then, do you remember if any of the chests that were moved in were empty?"
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