A Hungry Wolf Pounces on Its Prey
Jing Rong clung to his last bit of kindness and chose to let Jing Yi go.
He didn't want to kill him.
But he couldn't guarantee that this wouldn't be the last time he showed mercy.
Ji Yunshu was aware of Jing Rong's helplessness. As a member of the imperial family, he was destined to be involved in the struggle for imperial power from the moment he was born. It was like an invisible thread that slowly dragged him into the abyss of suffering and torment.
Endless torment!
She had hoped that he would stay away from the court and become a free and unfettered king.
But reality proved that all the beautiful dreams couldn't be placed on a prince.
Because the struggle for power had never stopped!
She knew all of this.
She stared at Jing Rong's deep and sincere eyes for a long time.
She opened her mouth and said, "Go do what you have to do."
"Yunshu …"
I don't believe in the heavens, nor do I believe in God, but I believe in fate. Being born in the Emperor's household is your fate, and you can't escape it no matter what. With Prince Yi's temperament, he will never be able to become the Emperor, nor will he be able to become the most talented person in the world. Just like you said, if he ascends the throne, the ones who will suffer are the ministers in the Imperial Court and the people of the world. I desperately tried to pull you away from the Imperial Court, but in reality, I was harming you. You already had a plan in mind, so why did you have to take care of me and make yourself so conflicted? You want to avenge the Crown Prince, but you also want to seek justice for Kong Yu being a pawn. The hatred in your heart isn't any less than those who were wrongly imprisoned. Prince Yi doesn't care about your brotherhood and has harmed you time and time again. Now, even Wei Yi is involved. You said that you won't let me get involved in court matters, so what reason do I have to stop you? "
She had no reason!
As their eyes met, Jing Rong was flabbergasted.
All along, he only had one foot in the struggle for power. Now, Ji Yunshu's words were like a pair of hands pushing him from behind.
She directly pushed him into the fray.
Ji Yunshu continued, "Before I left the capital, you said that when the throne falls into the hands of the person who deserves it, I believe that you will be with me no matter if it's the end of the world or the end of the world, right?"
"That is my promise to you."
"Okay, then go do what you should do as a prince. When you're done, come back and fulfill your promise to me," he said seriously.
At that moment, Jing Rong couldn't say that he was moved. Instead, he felt a sense of responsibility.
He nodded heavily.
Suddenly —
"Prince."
Lang Po rushed in through the rain and stood at the door. His shoulders shook a few times, and the rainwater splashed from his hair and clothes like scattered flowers.
A few of the raindrops splashed onto her forehead. The cold rain seemed to seep into her skin, spreading through her entire body bit by bit.
He couldn't help but shiver!
Seeing this, Jing Rong immediately stood in front of her and coldly questioned Lang Po. "What is it?"
Lang Po glanced at Ji Yunshu before replying in a low voice, "Your Highness, Miss Mu Jin, she … she's here again. She said that she brought some tea to ward off the cold. Your Highness, do you want to …"
His words were interrupted!
"Do as you see fit. This King does not wish to see her."
Straightforward!
Lang Po said, "But for the past two days, Miss Mu Jin has been pestering me. Your Highness, if this goes on, I won't be able to take it anymore."
This King doesn't care!
Jing Rong coldly glared at him.
He said mercilessly, "If you can't stop her and let her take another step into this courtyard, this prince will really dismember your corpse."
"Your Highness …"
"Leave."
He reprimanded!
Lang Po's tough face was full of grievance.
He wasn't a scholar, nor was he knowledgeable. He was just a rough man with a sword and a saber. But for the past two days, he had been listening to Miss Mu Jin's poetry and philosophy. His ears had grown calloused from listening to her.
He was going crazy.
No, he was going crazy!
There were a few times when he wanted to draw his sword and commit suicide.
But Jing Rong was his master, and he couldn't defy his master's orders.
Thereupon —
He had no choice but to stop Miss Mu Jin. However, he let out an "Aiya!" and slapped his forehead forcefully.
He hurriedly said to Ji Yunshu, "Teacher Ji, look at my brain. Just now, Young Master Mo told me to tell you that Young Master Wei has woken up and asked you to hurry over."
"Wei Yi has woken up?" Ji Yunshu's eyes brightened.
"Yes, that's what Young Master Mo said."
Her lips curled into a smile as she ran out the door. She picked up an umbrella that was leaning against a pillar and ran into the rain towards Wei Yi's room.
Seeing this, Jing Rong also took out an umbrella and followed them.
Lang Po was stunned for a moment, but he quickly followed.
After circling to a corridor, Ji Yun put away his umbrella comfortably and bumped into someone.
"Ah!"
The man stumbled, his body leaning backwards, and he fell to the ground, completely weightless.
"Peng!"
It was accompanied by the loud sound of porcelain falling to the ground.
Ji Yunshu was also scared out of her wits. The umbrella in her hand fell to the ground. She didn't know what was splashed on her, but it was sticky and gave off a faint jasmine fragrance.
She focused her eyes and saw Miss Mu Jin sitting on the ground in a sorry state. Beside her hand was a broken porcelain jar.
"Miss Mu Jin?"
Surprise!
She quickly bent down to help her up. "I'm sorry, this one didn't mean it."
Mu Jin rubbed her aching shoulder as she stood up. She furrowed her beautiful willowy brows in pain.
Slightly out of breath, she said, "I'm fine."
"Did I fall on you?"
"Young Master Ji doesn't need to apologize. I was in too much of a hurry." She smiled.
She then noticed the stain on Ji Yunshu's robe and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it. "I'm really sorry for dirtying Young Master Ji's clothes."
Ji Yunshu took a step back.
"It's fine." She pointed at the thing on the ground. "What is this? It smells so good, like jasmine. "
Mu Jin looked at the broken porcelain jar regretfully. "This is the jasmine water I brewed. I added some white sugar to it to ward off the cold. I was going to bring it to His Highness."
"Oh."
Ji Yunshu's mouth twitched.
At that moment, Jing Rong and Lang Po arrived.
Both of them were stunned by the scene in front of them.
What was going on?
When she saw Jing Rong, Mu Jin took a few steps forward and bent her knees to greet him. Even though she acted like the daughter of a humble family, it was obvious that she was a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
"Is His Highness's injury better?" she asked.
Jing Rong's expression was cold. He didn't reply and only looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
Mu Jin was a smart person. She caught his gaze and immediately opened her mouth. "It's all my fault. I didn't watch where I was walking and accidentally bumped into Young Master Ji. I even dirtied his clothes."
It was obvious that Ji Yunshu ran too fast and bumped into her. Instead, she was flattering Ji Yunshu.
However, Ji Yunshu didn't dare to wear this label.
Jing Rong didn't care about this topic. He turned to Ji Yunshu and said, "You can go over first."
She patted the wet part of her clothes, nodded, and left.
After she left, Jing Rong ordered Lang Po, "Treat Miss Mu Jin well."
"Yes!"
Lang Po replied.
Just as he was about to leave, Mu Jin grabbed his arm.
"Your Highness."
She called out.
That pair of eyes that were as warm as water had a trace of desire.
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