Jing Yunshu
Ji Yunshu frowned. "Is there something on my face?"
Jing Rong shook his head.
"Then why is Your Highness looking at me like that?"
"Is it strange?"
"A little!" she answered honestly.
Jing Rong's lips curled into a smile. "You don't need to feel strange when this prince looks at you. From today onwards, I will always look at you like this."
Words of love came out of his mouth.
Ji Yunshu glared at him coldly. "You should be saying that to Miss Kong."
He was obviously implying that he did not propose to the Emperor to marry Kong Yu.
Jing Rong's face turned green. He wanted to explain himself, but he suddenly stopped.
Forget it!
It was better not to say it!
His gaze shifted to what she was drawing on the paper and he asked, "What are you drawing?"
"I don't know either."
She put away the brush, picked up the paper, and looked at it carefully. There was only a semicircle pattern on it, and inside the pattern, there were some well-proportioned stripes.
What could it be?
Jing Rong took the paper from her hand and looked at it with narrowed eyes. Puzzled, he asked, "Why did you suddenly draw this? Is it related to the case? "
"I hope it's related to the case and not me overthinking it."
"Hmm?"
She explained patiently, "Yuchi Lin's death was indeed caused by a sword cutting off his head, and he showed no signs of being poisoned. All the evidence points to my eldest brother, but there's one thing I don't understand. A drunk person's bodily functions should be more relaxed, so when his head was cut off, his hands shouldn't have been bent forcefully. But his hands were in such a state. In the house, I didn't find any signs of trembling or abnormalities, except for this print on the floor behind the door. I don't know if I'm overthinking things, or if this print is evidence."
As she spoke, her brows furrowed. She thought to herself, "What exactly is this mark?"
After listening to her words, Jing Rong put down the paper and looked at her. "This prince has never seen this mark before. If all the evidence points to Ji Li, then he is the murderer. I'm afraid the Ji family is in big trouble this time."
That was inevitable!
If Ji Li killed someone, the Ji Clan would definitely be implicated. It was even possible that the Emperor would execute the entire clan in a fit of rage.
Not to mention, Ji Muqing still wanted to become the crown prince's concubine, and Ji Wanxin wanted to marry the minister's son.
All of these would become wishful thinking!
Thinking about how her wolf-like father had planned so many things for the Ji Family's daughters, and now it was all going to go down the drain, her face was probably green.
"Fortunately, even if something happens to the Ji family, it has nothing to do with you. After all, you are no longer a member of the Ji family. However, this prince has been thinking, do you want to change your surname? How about Jing? "
Are you crazy?
Jing is the surname of the country!
Ji Yunshu rolled her eyes and was about to refute him.
Jing Rong interrupted, "In any case, you will belong to this prince sooner or later. It's good that you changed your surname. Jing Yunshu sounds much better than Ji Yunshu."
Nice your sister!
Ji Yunshu was completely speechless. She shook her head helplessly, folded the pattern she had drawn, and put it into her sleeve. Then, she walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Jing Rong asked.
She replied without turning her head, "Yuhua Pavilion!"
She promised Wei Yi that she would visit him every day. She couldn't go back on her word!
Jing Rong, this old man's vinegar jar, instantly overturned. Just as he was about to chase after her, he was stopped by Lang Po.
"What's the matter?!"
Lang Po said, "General Ji entered the palace and asked His Majesty to release his big brother. His Majesty threw him out, and he knelt in the main hall for several hours. Now, in a fit of anger, His Majesty has locked him up in the Ministry of Justice's prison."
Ah!
"When did this happen?"
"Just now. We just left the Ministry of Justice's prison, and General Ji was immediately sent in."
Jing Rong shook his head, and with a look of contempt, he said, "He clearly knew that Imperial Father was still angry. What kind of medicine did this Ji Huan take? He actually tried to break a rock with an egg. The people of the Ji family are really stubborn."
"Your Highness, should we tell Teacher Ji?"
"She will know. This King is just worried that she is only thinking about her two brothers who want to kill her and is too focused on this case. If something goes wrong, This King is afraid that she will be involved."
Jing Rong sighed.
… …
When Ji Yunshu arrived at Yuhua Pavilion, it was still crowded with people.
Mo Ruo's title of Divine Physician wasn't just for show.
After she entered, she heard from a servant that Mo Ruo was drinking in the pavilion while Wei Yi was taking care of him.
'Taking care of him?
This is too strange! '
She curiously entered the pavilion. What greeted her nose wasn't the smell of medicinal herbs, but the aroma of wine.
She saw Mo Ruo lying on a bamboo chair with his eyes slightly narrowed. He held a pot of wine in his hand and poured it into his mouth. One of his feet was on the ground, moving up and down as he rocked the chair.
He looked very leisurely, as if he had completely forgotten about Kong Yu's marriage to Qujiang.
"Shu 'er!"
Suddenly, she heard Wei Yi's excited shout.
In his hands were two pots of wine that had just been warmed up. He welcomed her with a smile on his face.
"Was it fun?" Ji Yunshu asked him.
He nodded vigorously.
"It was fun! Brother Mo Ruo is very good to me!"
His smile was exceptionally bright.
'Oh my god, didn't you dislike him before? How come your mouth is so sweet today? '
Did he use candied fruits to subdue you? '
Ji Yunshu smiled and walked to Mo Ruo's side. She gently sat down and looked at him. "Are you drowning your sorrows in wine?"
Mo Ruo closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up. "That Qujiang General is dead. Why should I drown my sorrows in wine?"
"Oh? I don't quite understand Young Master Mo's words. "
He opened one eye and looked at the medicinal herbs hanging above his head. He slowly said, "Now that that General is dead, I'm afraid that the marriage proposal will be dropped. Kong Yu naturally won't go through with it. Of course, I'm happy."
"You really are different from him!" Ji Yunshu suddenly exclaimed.
"Are you talking about Jing Rong?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Young Master Mo should be depressed because of Miss Kong's marriage to Qujiang, right? But Prince Rong is different. He obviously could have helped her, but he didn't. So, you two are really different! "
After a moment, Mo Ruo asked, "Then let me ask you, did Jing Rong see Kong Yu?"
She nodded, then shook her head. "I'm not sure. Before the banquet last night, he did leave. I don't know if he went to talk to Miss Kong about something."
At this time, Mo Ruo propped himself up and sat up. With a serious expression, he told her, "If there was even a glimmer of hope, he would have gone to save Kong Yu. Therefore, before the banquet, he must have seen her. Kong Yu must have said something to him, so he let her marry to Qujiang."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"I thought Miss Ji understood him." Mo Ruo smiled. He felt sorry for Jing Rong and lay down again. 'Close your eyes?
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