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Chapter 23

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Ji Yunshu didn't sleep for the whole night. She stood under the eaves and stared at the frozen bricks and tiles.

It was truly sparkling and translucent!

Jing Rong pushed open the door and came out. She was wearing a white hemp robe with her hair tied into a bun that reached her waist. She raised her head to look at him with her ink-like eyes. The white snow reflected off her petite figure, making her look particularly upright. Her long sleeves fluttered in the cold wind, and a few strands of her hair danced on her delicate face.

Such a beautiful scene was rarely seen!

Jing Rong was lost in thought. His thin lips curved into a smile as he walked to her side. He looked at the sky full of snow and stretched out his palm to catch a few snowflakes.

"Teacher, did you look at the snow the whole night?"

Ji Yunshu didn't reply.

"Frostbite? Are you mute? "Jing Rong asked.

She shook her head and withdrew her gaze from the eaves. She faintly glanced at him and asked, "Did Prince Rong sleep well on the mahogany bed in the Zhou Estate?"

"Not good."

"Oh? This humble one saw that you slept well. "

Jing Rong's interest was piqued. He raised his eyebrows. "Teacher, why don't you tell me how I slept well on such a cold winter night?"

Ji Yunshu remained calm as she looked at him from head to toe. She confidently said, "This humble one remembers that last night, Your Highness wore the jade pendant on your waist by mistake. But now, it's exactly three inches in front of your waist. Moreover, Your Highness's clothes are neat and tidy. There are no traces of deliberate dressing up. This is enough to show that Your Highness is clear-headed and slept well. Moreover, Your Highness's cheekbone is slightly raised, causing the area above your eye bone to be swollen. This kind of phenomenon only occurs when someone is sleeping soundly."

Ji Yunshu analyzed everything.

"I wonder if this humble one's analysis is correct?" she asked.

Jing Rong was slightly startled. He had seen many strange people in the world, but this little scholar was a little too clever.

He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. "What a pity."

"Why does Your Highness say that?"

"I'm afraid that a small Jinjiang City can't contain Teacher."

Jing Rong's lips curled into a mysterious smile.

Ji Yunshu looked at him, but she didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, the Zhou family's maidservant ran in through the snowflakes. She approached them and said, "Teacher Ji, Madam asked this servant to come and ask if the murderer has been found."

Her daughter was killed, so it was natural for a mother to be anxious.

Ji Yunshu became serious. "I'll have to trouble Miss to invite your master and madam to the mourning hall."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Also, I invite everyone in the mansion to come over."

The maidservant looked confused, but she still endured the cold wind, crossed her arms, and went to report.

Jing Rong frowned. "Why don't we have breakfast first?"

Ji Yunshu coldly glared at him. She couldn't help but sneer. "If Prince Rong had a good meal last night, he wouldn't have cared about this morning's breakfast."

Serves you right for not eating last night!

Without waiting for Jing Rong's rebuttal, she had already left for the mourning hall.

This was the first time Jing Rong was rendered speechless by someone. His piercing eyes stared at Ji Yunshu's straight back. His anger didn't show on his face.

In the end, he couldn't help but follow her.

It was time for Ji Yunshu to get rid of the shamelessness of a man!

Mourning Hall

More than twenty members of the Zhou family had arrived.

Lord Zhou's expression was solemn. His eyebrows were slightly drooping, and his forehead was wrinkled.

Madam Zhou, who was sitting beside him, was no longer weeping. Her complexion was much better, but when she looked at her daughter's coffin, her eyes still turned slightly red.

"Teacher Ji, it's already past the time for my daughter's burial. If we don't bury her today, I'm afraid that my daughter's body …" Lord Zhou didn't finish his sentence and sighed.

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