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Chapter 37

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Ji Yunshu was no longer involved.

After carefully thinking about it, she narrowed her eyes and was immediately startled.

She didn't know if it was a woman's intuition, but she began to search the corpses of the other black-clothed men.

Just as she expected, those people all had the same jade pendant on them.

"What is this?" Lang Po asked.

"I think we have some clues to the case."

"What?"

Lang Po didn't have the time to investigate further. He saw Ji Yunshu enter the room with the jade pendant and immediately followed her.

Ji Yunshu returned to the charred corpse and placed the jade pendant in the position of the circular mark on the buttocks.

Sure enough, it was a perfect match!

Even the lines on the circular mark were a perfect match!

Then, she took out the handkerchief from her waist. It was stained with the black liquid that had been boiled from the laryngeal bone. If the color of this black mark was a little darker, it would be exactly the same as the blood on Jing Rong and Fu Bo's wounds.

She should have thought of this earlier.

Those five people were poisoned by the Shiban poison!

In other words, the culprits who poisoned them were the black-clothed men tonight?

Then, who were those black-clothed men?

Every strike was aimed at Jing Rong's life. Were they really his enemies?

It wasn't surprising. With Jing Rong's domineering temperament and the fact that he was a prince, it was normal for him to have a few enemies in the jianghu.

However, she didn't expect that Lang Po, who was standing at the side, would stare blankly.

"Teacher, you … What are you doing? These jade pendants are …? "

She took the jade pendant from the charred corpse and held it in her hand. She asked Lang Po, "Do you recognize this jade pendant?"

He shook his head.

"Those black-clothed men all have a jade pendant on them. If I'm not mistaken, if we can find the source of this jade pendant, we will be able to find the person who wants to kill your prince."

"It shouldn't be that simple." Lang Po said.

"Why do you say that?" Ji Yunshu asked.

"Teacher might not understand the matters of the jianghu. If these people really wanted to kill His Highness, why would they wear jade pendants? Why would they keep such obvious evidence? "

'Serious!'

Ji Yunshu couldn't help but admit that she had overlooked this point.

"But the only clue we can find now is these jade pendants. Regardless of whether they were deliberately left behind to mislead us, we still have to find out the origin of these jade pendants."

After that, she stuffed the jade pendants into Lang Po's hands and continued to speak.

"You also have to remember to tell your Prince that the toxicity of shiban poison is very strong. It is made from the flowers and leaves of the Northern Flower Tree. The Northern Flower Tree grows in extremely cold places. In fact, it has been extinct for a long time, but I didn't expect that there are still people planting this tree. So, if we can find out who is still planting the Northern Flower Tree, we can find the source of the poison. Then, according to this jade pendant, we should be able to find the murderer."

Lang Po was a little dumbfounded after hearing those words.

Previously, in the yamen, Magistrate Liu had praised Ji Yunshu to the heavens. He had some doubts in his heart, but after the incident with the Zhou Family and her inference just now, he was no longer convinced.

It was simply godly!

"I reckon that Prince Rong won't wake up until tomorrow. Let's make do with staying at the memorial hall for the night. As for the corpses outside …"

What should he do with these corpses?

In the end, this was also a murder case. Since it happened in Jinjiang, Magistrate Liu naturally had to deal with it.

However, she was also worried that Jing Rong didn't want this matter to be publicized.

Lang Po continued her words. "Teacher, this matter is very important. You must keep tonight's matter a secret. I will burn the corpses outside one by one."

Ji Yunshu nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave first. You must pass on everything I told you just now to your Highness."

"Yes."

She had already investigated everything that needed to be investigated. It could be said that she no longer had anything to do with this prince.

Unknowingly, it was already the hour of the nine in the morning. She cleaned the bloodstains on her hands and patted off the dried bloodstains on her gown.

She wasted a good piece of clothing.

She picked up the lamp hanging in the corner of the room and left.

When she returned to the Ji Residence, she changed her bloodstained clothes and threw them into the brazier to burn.

Tonight's matter made her tremble with fear. If it happened one or two more times, her heart wouldn't be able to take it.

She was also a complete mess of exhaustion. She collapsed on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

Early the next morning, it was snowing heavily outside, creating a vast expanse of white.

Ji Yunshu woke up early in the morning.

At this time, Luan 'er entered the room with a yawn. She placed a pot of freshly brewed tea on the table and asked her miss in a weak voice, "Miss, when did you come back last night?"

"Very late." Ji Yunshu answered.

Luan 'er asked again, "Are you done with the yamen's business? Miss, you haven't stopped for a while. This servant is worried about your health … "

In ancient times, maids were either fierce or bitter like Luan 'er.

Ji Yunshu poured a cup of hot tea and took a sip. She glanced at Luan 'er and asked, "By the way, I told you to soak the heavenly sunflower seeds in water for the whole night yesterday. Did you soak them?"

Luan 'er nodded and ran out. When she returned, she held the brocade box containing the heavenly sunflower seeds and placed it in front of Ji Yunshu.

"Miss, do you really want to give it to the Zhou family's housekeeper?"

At this moment, Luan 'er was still distressed. It was a pity to give away such a strange medicinal herb.

Ji Yunshu had already picked up the brocade box and stood up. "I'm going to the Zhou family."

"It's snowing outside. Miss, it's better if I go in your stead."

"I'll go by myself. There are still things left in the Zhou mansion."

As she spoke, she picked up an umbrella by the side of the door, opened it, and left.

Luan 'er frowned. Her small eyes were filled with pity and sadness.

In the end, Ji Yunshu didn't want to stay in the Ji family. Every time she thought about how the original owner of this body was abandoned in the courtyard and starved to death, she felt more and more upset.

Shouldn't a thirteen-year-old be in the prime of her life?

Yet, she had to starve and freeze. How pitiful!

If she hadn't entered this body at that time, the ten-year-old Luan 'er would have starved to death as well.



From the Ji mansion to the Zhou mansion, she shook off the snow on the umbrella at the entrance and put it away.

The young miss of the Zhou family had been buried the day before. The white cloth outside the door had been removed. The mansion, which used to be grand, was now gloomy and gloomy.

The manservant outside the door saw her and greeted her.

"Teacher Ji, why are you here? I'll go and inform Master. "

"There's no need. I'm here to look for your housekeeper."

The manservant was puzzled and turned his head. "Then, Teacher, please come in. I'll go call Uncle Jing."

The manservant led Ji Yunshu to the side hall to sit for a while. Then, he went to look for the old housekeeper.

After a while, the old housekeeper was hunched over with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen.

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