This Is Fate
In front of the overseer and the guards, Jing Rong carried the unconscious Ji Yunshu into the carriage and left the eastern gate.
Of course, Ji Wanxin followed.
The overseer's nervous heart finally calmed down as he watched the carriage disappear into the distance.
In the distance, Jing Yi's gaze also followed the carriage into the distance. He clenched his fists as if he had already grasped the flag of victory.
Success is only one step away!
"Jing Rong, this Prince will wait for you to obediently leave the capital. Don't even think about coming back in this lifetime!"
His voice was gloomy.
Then, he waved his hand at Dou Quan.
"Let's return."
Dou Quan lowered the curtain.
Dou Quan complied and rode away from the eastern gate.
Prince Rong's estate.
When Ji Yunshu was brought back, she was covered in blood. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Her weak body was trembling faintly.
In a short while, Mo Ruo arrived.
When he saw Ji Yunshu lying on the bed, he was startled. The woman was lying on the bed, her light colored clothes stained with blood. She looked like a meat patty that had been smashed into pieces.
In the next moment, he sighed and shook his head. He walked to the bedside and sat down. He ordered someone to fetch a basin of hot water.
Jing Rong stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the back of Ji Yunshu's head.
His expression was solemn.
After a long time, he said to Mo Ruo, "We can't let anything happen to her."
Mo Ruo narrowed his eyes.
"If she dies, what about you?"
"I won't be able to live either." Jing Rong answered without the slightest hesitation.
Mo Ruo wasn't surprised by his answer. "Jing Rong, sooner or later, if you don't kill her, then she will kill you."
His words carried a hint of warning, but also a hint of reproach.
Jing Rong remained silent.
Ji Wanxin, who was standing to the side, heard everything. She bent her fingers and pressed her fingertips against her palms. Her sharp nails pressed against her flesh, as if they would sink in if she exerted more force.
At this moment, she really hoped that Ji Yunshu would never wake up.
However, her weak appearance hid her true feelings. What she revealed was only heartache. She looked at the person on the bed with teary eyes.
After a while, Mo Ruo dismissed everyone in the room, leaving only Shi Zijin and Ji Wanxin.
After spending the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he applied some medicine to Ji Yunshu's back and fed her a pill. With Ji Wanxin's help, the wound was bandaged and her clothes were changed.
Mo Ruo wiped the blood off his hands and tidied up his clothes. He picked up a brush and wrote a few names of herbs on a piece of paper before handing it over to Shi Zijin.
He instructed, "Go to Yuhua Pavillion and have the apprentice bring a few sheets of medicine over."
Shi Zijin grabbed the list, turned around, and disappeared!
At this moment, Jing Rong was sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand, which was hidden in his sleeve, was raised a few inches. After a while, he put it down again and clenched it into a fist. His deep eyes stared at Ji Yunshu's deathly pale face for a long time before he looked away.
He got up and walked to Mo Ruo's side, asking, "How is it?"
Mo Ruo didn't even look at him. "Your body is weak to begin with. Now that you've suffered this, you'll be bedridden for a few months at most. But with me around, it won't be that serious. At most, you'll be fine in seven or eight days."
He waved his hand.
"Hmm!" Jing Rong nodded and coldly said, "You stay here first. I'm going out for a while."
After saying that, he strode out of the room.
Mo Ruo chased after him and pulled him back. "Are you going to see Prince Yi?"
It wasn't a question, but a confirmation!
Jing Rong wasn't surprised that Mo Ruo knew about this matter. After all, that brat was very well-informed.
Thus, he nodded.
Mo Ruo sighed. "It's really something destined by the heavens. No one can change it. Jing Rong, oh Jing Rong, this is fate!"
Jing Rong didn't say anything else and left.
When Mo Ruo returned, Ji Wanxin was coughing violently.
He pulled her over to sit down. "I'll take your pulse."
"Thank you."
Mo Ruo placed a handkerchief on Ji Wanxin's wrist and gently placed his finger on it.
After a while, he removed his hand.
"Miss's body is weak and belongs to the cold body. You've been suffering from a cold since childhood and didn't take good care of yourself. That's why you've fallen ill."
"Young Master Mo is truly a divine doctor. My illness is an old ailment that can't be cured."
"Illness starts from the heart." Mo Ruo said. Then, he wrote down a prescription on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "When you go back, make a few patches of this medicine and take it on time every day. Although it won't cure the root of your illness, it will alleviate it."
He instructed her one by one.
Ji Wanxin took the prescription and thanked him. "Many thanks, Young Master Mo."
"No need!" He said indifferently.
"Young Master Mo and Prince Rong are bosom friends?"
"Yes!"
Ji Wanxin's eyes slightly drooped. She casually said, "Prince Rong treats Yunshu very well. Presumably, Young Master Mo has never seen Prince Rong treat a woman this way, right?"
'Why are you asking such strange questions?'
Mo Ruo appeared to be a simple-minded person, but he was actually very shrewd.
He put down the paper in his hand and looked at Ji Wanxin with a judgmental gaze. His peach blossom eyes narrowed. "Second Miss Ji seems to be very concerned about Prince Rong?"
Ah!
Mo Ruo was Mo Ruo. He had a straightforward temperament. Whatever he said, he was too lazy to hide it.
Ji Wanxin didn't expect her little thoughts to be caught. Her palms immediately became sweaty, but she pretended to be calm. She explained, "Young Master Mo has misunderstood. I was just asking a few questions."
Mo Ruo smiled and didn't answer.
Prince Yi's Estate.
Jing Yi was sitting at a table in the hall. There was a thin piece of paper on the table in front of him. He dipped a brush in ink with one hand and grabbed his wide sleeve with the other. He began to write something on the paper.
'Interesting!'
A small incense burner was placed on top of the bamboo mat. The fragrance of incense wafted out from his mouth and lingered in the room.
In the silence of the room, one could almost hear the sound of the brush scratching on the paper.
That was until the sound of footsteps broke the silence.
Jing Yi didn't even raise his head. He continued to write on the paper. His thin, cold lips curled into an evil smile.
He knew who was coming!
Jing Rong walked in with a cold expression and stood in front of him.
He didn't call him!
He ignored him!
Until Jing Yi finished the last stroke of his brush.
He placed the brush on the ivory brush holder and looked at his writing. He admired it. "Good."
'Shameless!'
Then, he raised his head to look at Jing Rong. He smiled. "The great Prince Rong, what brings you here today? I just heard that the intelligent Teacher Ji went to the East Gate to beat the imperial drum. What's wrong? Was it forty strokes of the cane, or was it a knock? Or … "
'Dead?'
Jing Yi didn't say the last two words out of courtesy.
Jing Rong was expressionless. He didn't have the leisure to listen to Jing Yi's nonsense.
He asked directly, "The Supreme Court Chancellor is one of your people. I believe that you are also involved in this case?"
Jing Yi thought carefully. He didn't understand. "Case? What case? "
I don't know what case it is!
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