Left to Do as they please
'Ji Li?'
Jing Rong was stunned. He was clearly frightened by her answer.
He asked in a serious tone, "Tell me honestly, is Ji Li the murderer?"
His tone was filled with suspicion.
Ji Yunshu calmly replied, "Yes, he is the murderer."
"That's not what you said before."
"Before, there was no definite evidence, but now it's different. He killed Yuchi Lin, and all the evidence points to him. Moreover, I've already written the case. At about this time, the capital governor should have already sent it to the emperor."
Every word was plain and indifferent, and her eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
As she spoke, she had already walked to the desk. As she packed her things, she added, "When this matter is over, we can open the coffins and investigate the Lin Capital Case as soon as possible. That is what Your Highness and I are anxious about."
"Ji Yunshu!"
Jing Rong called out to her in a serious tone.
However, Ji Yunshu acted as if she didn't hear him and continued to work.
Jing Rong walked over and grabbed her shoulders. He forced her to face him and interrogated her again.
"Promise me that what you said is true!"
Ji Yunshu looked into Jing Rong's eyes without the slightest bit of guilt.
She resolutely replied, "The murderer is Ji Li."
"Fine, since you said it, I believe you."
'Release me!'
Jing Rong's previous suspicions were swept away.
Not long after, the Emperor issued an edict to summon all the civil and military officials to the palace. Jing Rong also changed into a set of court clothes and immediately entered the palace.
If Ji Yunshu's case report really stated that the murderer was Ji Li!
That would mean that there would be great waves between the two countries.
After all, a general of the Great Lin killed a general of Qujiang, which was a public provocation.
Either Qi Zhen Emperor would agree to Su Ziluo's request and return the two cities, and the war would be averted.
Or, the two countries would go to war, just like the battle of Cangshui five years ago.
Blood would flow like a river!
But since ancient times, no emperor was willing to go to war.
The entire Imperial Palace was shrouded in a heavy mist.
Ji Yunshu stood in her courtyard, watching the plum blossoms fall one after another. Her heart was no longer panicked like last night.
Instead, it was calm.
After an unknown period of time, news came from the palace.
The Emperor has decreed that Ji Li will be executed tomorrow at noon!
As for the matter of returning the city, he did not mention it.
…
The next day was the day of the execution.
Prison of the Ministry of Justice.
Ji Li sat on the straw mat, twirling a piece of straw in his hand. There was an open window at the top of the prison cell, and a silvery ray of light shone in, landing on the yellowed straw.
Rumble, rumble —
The rumbling of a wooden wheelchair could be heard from afar.
Finally, it stopped outside Ji Li's cell.
The jailer untied the chains on the door and Li 'er pushed Su Ziluo inside.
Ji Li lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the straw between his fingers.
The corners of his mouth curled into a mysterious, cold smile!
After a long time, he slowly raised his head and met Su Ziluo's cold gaze. Su Ziluo's gaze was like countless knives, slicing him open bit by bit.
"You're finally here?"
His voice was gloomy!
Su Ziluo said with a serious expression, "You seem to have been waiting for me!"
"Sort of."
"Do you have anything else to say at this point?"
Ji Li smiled. "His Majesty has already issued the decree, what else can I say? Should I quibble that I didn't kill anyone, or should I beg you to spare me? "
"You deserve to die!"
Su Ziluo's calm tone was laced with hatred.
But …
Ji Li laughed disdainfully. He flicked the straw from his fingertips and it landed at Su Ziluo's feet.
He said, "But five years ago, you should have died on the battlefield. Am I right, Ji Pei?"
Hearing that name, Su Ziluo smiled faintly.
He tilted his head, but did not speak.
Ji Li leaned against the wall behind him and placed his hands on his knees, assuming the posture of a saint.
"Don't ever forget that your life is not your own. It is mine and Ji Huan's. Without us, you wouldn't be here today."
"So, should I thank you?" Su Ziluo calmly asked.
"What do you think?"
Su Ziluo frowned and clenched his fists on the wheelchair. "You killed my father, don't you remember? You were the one who used a sword to kill him. "
Ji Li thought about it carefully. "So, the defeated general who died under my sword was your father!"
His face was filled with pride.
Su Ziluo moved his wheelchair in front of him and stared at him. "I can give you two choices. One, take your own life, and the other, die by my hands. Choose for yourself."
"What? Do you think that you can escape after killing me in this prison? "
"Don't worry, I will handle this matter cleanly. Besides, your Great Lin's Emperor has already decreed that you will be executed for your crimes. If you commit suicide to escape punishment, it is only natural."
'Only natural?'
"Tsk tsk tsk …" Ji Li shook his head in disdain.
He seemed to be waiting for something, so there was not the slightest bit of fear.
Su Ziluo's lips curled into a smile when he saw him like this. He asked, "Are you waiting for someone to save you?
Ah!
Ji Li's eyes widened in shock.
"War Secretary Ji is a smart man. You know that this murder case involves two countries and that no one can save you. So, you have already made plans to save yourself. If the Emperor decides to convict you, you will find someone similar to you, cover their head, and send them to prison to die in your place before you are executed."
He had clearly stated Ji Li's intentions!
It was as if he was also a part of the plan.
Just as Su Ziluo finished speaking, Ji Li's expression suddenly sank.
Shock!
Su Ziluo continued, "If you are waiting for the person you are waiting for, then don't wait any longer. The person you are waiting for is already dead before I came to see you."
"What did you say?"
"Your plan won't work, Ji Li. When a person makes a mistake, they must bear the consequences. You, me, and everyone else," Ji Li said.
Before Ji Li could speak, Su Ziluo's thumb pressed on a small mechanism on the wheelchair.
A silver-white thread shot out from within and wrapped itself around Ji Li's neck.
"You …"
Ji Li was forced to raise his head, his hands tightly gripping the invisible thread.
His face flushed red.
The suffocation in his throat prevented him from saying a word.
Even if he begged for mercy!
Su Ziluo, on the other hand, looked at him coldly. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and disbelief.
That was exactly what Su Ziluo wanted.
Ji Pei's rapid breathing echoed in the gloomy prison cell.
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