[This Prince is injured]
Magistrate Liu walked down from the hall and followed her gaze.
Mirror of Eminence!
'Is there something wrong with these four words?'
He waved his hand in front of Ji Yunshu's eyes.
Ji Yunshu didn't react. Her big eyes were still staring at the plaque.
Magistrate Liu couldn't help but ask, "Yunshu, what's wrong?"
She shook her head.
"Is there something wrong with these words?" Magistrate Liu rubbed his chin and raised his eyebrows to carefully look at the plaque. He softly muttered, "There's nothing wrong!"
Ji Yunshu heard his muttering and withdrew her gaze. She looked at him with disgust. "Don't be weird."
"…"
"The Zhou family's case is closed. I need to write a report for you."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Then I'll borrow Milord's study. I'll go back after I finish writing."
'Strange. Usually, doesn't Ji Yunshu write at home before sending it to the yamen? Why does she have to stay at the yamen to write? '
He didn't know that because of Ji Lingzhi's disturbance this morning, she might not even have the chance to sit on a chair if she went back now.
That cold floor was waiting for her.
Ji Yunshu was too lazy to say anything.
After all, even an upright official couldn't solve a family dispute!
Magistrate Liu led her to the backyard and into the study.
"You can leave. I don't like to be disturbed when I'm writing." Ji Yunshu's tone was cold.
Magistrate Liu smiled like a pug. "Good, good, good. Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are all on the table. Write properly. I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he hurriedly retreated with small, quick steps.
This small study room was well-equipped. It was surrounded by bookshelves, and the books on them were packed to the brim.
In the past five years, it was Ji Yunshu's first time entering Magistrate Liu's study. The smell of books was strong, and the decorations were exquisite and elegant.
'Magistrate Liu, that taciturn monkey, actually has this level of appreciation.
'Not bad, not bad!'
Out of curiosity, she wandered around a few bookshelves and looked up at the books one by one.
On one of the bookshelves, there was a case file with the title 'Lin Capital Case', which attracted her attention.
He reached out and took it down.
As he flipped through it, he saw a line of words that read "The Imperial Duke's Case".
Imperial Duke?
It was somewhat familiar. He searched through his mind, but there was only a lump of shadow.
Outside the door, just as the magistrate retreated, his back bumped into a tall and straight chest. Just as he was about to let loose a torrent of curses.
Which idiot was it?
As soon as she turned around, she met Jing Rong's piercing gaze.
He immediately shrunk into a kitten, his mouth trembling, "Rong …"
Before she could finish, Jing Rong gently stopped her. "Shut up."
In his panic, the magistrate covered his mouth, not daring to breathe loudly.
Liu Qingping, this Prince's scholar, did you feel comfortable leaning on me just now?
Jing Rong waved his hand and frowned. "I don't need you here. Go away. If there's nothing important, don't bother me."
Not daring to make a sound, the magistrate covered his mouth and repeatedly nodded. He took a few steps back, then turned around and hurriedly left.
Jing Rong shook his head.
Forget it, this king is not a petty person.
Thus, he walked into the study.
As soon as he entered, he saw Ji Yunshu with her back facing him. She was reading a book.
"Shouldn't you be taking a rest after solving a case? Teacher is very diligent ah! "
That leisurely voice startled Ji Yunshu. She immediately closed the file in her hands.
She turned around and saw Jing Rong's frivolous expression and his arm hanging.
It was inexplicably comical!
Ji Yunshu asked, "Your Highness, why are you here?"
"Can't I?"
"Of course you can. But shouldn't Your Highness be recuperating or tracking down the culprit who poisoned your subordinates?"
As she spoke, Ji Yunshu put down the file, walked to the desk, and sat down. She spread a piece of rice paper on the desk, picked up the inkstone with one hand, and grabbed her loose robe with the other. Then, she began to grind the ink into the inkstone.
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned the culprit, but now that it was brought up, Jing Rong was somewhat displeased.
He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Ji Yunshu.
He said with dissatisfaction, "Do you know what kind of place the memorial hall is?"
Ji Yunshu chuckled. "Your Highness, where did this question come from?"
"Do you know that this Prince was left to sleep in the memorial hall for a night?" His voice was full of resentment.
Even if he was used to eating wild game in the mountains and sleeping on damp red wooden boards, he had never slept in the memorial hall for a night before.
What dynasty's Prince had ever slept in a memorial hall?
Ji Yunshu raised her eyes to look at him. It seemed that he had come to reason with her about this matter.
She slightly shrugged her shoulders and spoke in a flat tone, "If Your Highness is here to punish this humble one, how about this humble one also sleep in the memorial hall for a night?"
"Just like that?"
"What else does Your Highness want?"
Just as she finished speaking, Jing Rong suddenly grabbed her hand that was grinding ink and pulled it to his chest.
If not for the desk in between them, Ji Yunshu would have already thrown herself into his arms.
Could it be that the emperor's son was really this tyrannical?
Ji Yunshu felt a strong force grabbing her wrist, causing the space between her eyebrows to ache.
"Please let go of me, Your Highness!"
Who would have thought that Jing Rong's expression would turn serious as he stared into her eyes. "This Prince doesn't want you to sleep in the memorial hall, but this Prince is dissatisfied with the way you handled things."
"What?"
"You handled the case on behalf of this Prince. You should have clearly explained the final outcome to this Prince. How could you find someone to spread the news? Yet, you ran away without a trace. Is this how you handled this Prince's case? "
He was obviously displeased.
For a moment, Ji Yunshu felt as if she was suffocating.
The next moment, Jing Rong spoke again, "You ran away without a trace just like that? Do you really not want to face this Prince again?"
Ji Yunshu's body trembled.
"Your Highness, let go of me first."
Her wrist was in excruciating pain.
Not only did he not loosen his grip, but he also increased his strength. With another tug, half of Ji Yunshu's body fell onto the table.
That scene was really unsightly.
"This Prince was injured because of you. Did you see that?"
He moved his arm and slightly lifted his injured hand.
Where did this ball of qi come from? Ji Yunshu was confused, but her chest was filled with apprehension.
Especially when she looked at the pair of eyes that were obviously filled with anger, but they were also filled with passion. It was as if there was a ball of fire burning in her heart, burning more and more fiercely.
After a long time, Ji Yunshu's crimson lips faintly opened. "Then, Your Highness, what do you want this humble one to do? Do you want this humble one to sleep in the memorial hall for a night? Do you want this humble one to report the case again? Or, do you want this humble one to break my arm and accompany you in pain? "
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