The Story of Wei Yi
The wind blew again and again.
Ji Yunshu placed her hand on her abdomen. Her fingers curled slightly as she clenched her fists.
Her eyes drooped a little.
She turned to look at Fu Bo, only to see him with his head lowered and one hand on the table. His fists were clenched and wrinkled. His heart ached as if it was being bitten by thousands of ants. In addition, he had not fully recovered from his illness. His pale face was in unbearable pain.
Ji Yunshu continued, "After the fire at the Imperial Duke's residence, that person hurried back to the capital. He almost dug through the dozens of coffins buried on Lin Mountain and finally found his son's charred corpse. He changed his son's clothes into clean clothes and sprinkled a lot of ginger powder in the coffin to preserve the corpse. After reburying the coffin, he left the capital and returned to Jinjiang Memorial Hall. He spent his days dealing with those corpses. In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed."
Ah!
There was no need to guess anymore.
Who else could that person be other than Fu Bo?
She walked over step by step and moved her lips for a long time. "The Little Heir you brought away from the capital twenty years ago is the current Wei Yi, right?"
Wei Yi!
The Little Heir of the Imperial Duke was actually Wei Yi?
"Who would have thought that the Little Heir of the Imperial Duke's residence is still alive in this world!" She said, "Perhaps it's the will of Heaven, or perhaps it's Heaven's mercy."
When Fu Bo heard that, his skinny body shook violently.
Canglan's eyes narrowed and he looked at Ji Yunshu in surprise. Tears welled up in his eyes and his words were stuck in his throat.
After a long time, he finally spoke, "I should have known that even if I could hide it from others and the world, I would never be able to hide it from you, Teacher Ji."
Ji Yunshu met his sorrowful gaze.
"Fu Bo, some things can't be hidden from others." She took out the orange-blood-colored jade and the yellow handkerchief and rubbed them together in her palm. "This piece of jade and this half of the handkerchief must have been given to Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei twenty years ago. I thought that the 'Xu' character on the jade and handkerchief was a name or a character, but in fact, I was wrong when I received this jade.
This is neither a name nor a character, but the title of the residence. When the late Emperor was still alive, he bestowed the title 'Xu' to the Imperial Duke's residence. Few people know that at that time, the Imperial Duke ordered people to make two jade pendants based on the 'Xu' character, which were used to mobilize his hundred thousand troops outside the capital. One of them was stuffed into the Little Heir's swaddling clothes and taken away from the capital. The other was given to Old General Li in Qingzhou six years after the Little Heir disappeared. As for this yellow handkerchief, if I remember correctly, I saw the other half in your hands two years ago. Moreover, before Aunt Wei died, she left something unfinished. I think she wanted to tell me that Wei Yi was not her biological son. "
Fu Bo nodded, "That's right. Everything you said is correct. However, how did you know about the secret of the Imperial Duke's jade pendant?"
Of course, it was information given to her by Old General Li!
When everything was connected, it was easy to guess that this jade pendant was the tiger tally.
She only said, "You don't need to know about this. I want you to tell me, what happened that year?"
Fu Bo shook his head and wiped away his tears. With a hoarse voice, he slowly said, "Twenty years ago, the new Emperor ascended the throne. The Imperial Duke was worried that the new Emperor would imitate the late Emperor, so he ordered me to secretly bring the Little Heir and Third Madam out of the capital. The Third Madam died of illness on the way, and the Little Heir was not even a month old. I headed north and arrived at Jinjiang. At that time, I happened to meet Lord Wei and Madam Wei. After careful consideration, I handed the Little Heir over to them and stopped contacting the Imperial Duke's residence.
However, six years later, the Imperial Duke's residence suddenly caught on fire and my son died. After I returned to the capital, I dug around Lin Mountain for a day and night, and finally found a charred corpse wearing my son's silver necklace. I knew it was my son. It was such a painful way to bury one's son. Later, I secretly investigated for a long time in the capital, but I couldn't find any clues about the Imperial Duke's residence that night. It was as if someone had purposely erased all traces of the incident. Other than the current Emperor, who else would have the ability to do so? The Imperial Duke must have guessed the outcome, so he spared the Little Heir from being buried in the sea of fire. "
His tone was bitter.
"Then, among the seventy-three people, who was the one who went missing?"
"That year, I stayed in the capital for several days to search for him, but I couldn't find any news." He paused for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Teacher Ji, I know that you've accepted the 'Lin Capital Case'. Can you promise me that you will uncover the truth of that year and bring justice to the Imperial Duke's residence?"
Ji Yunshu silently nodded. "I've already accepted the 'Lin Capital Case'. This case, sooner or later, the truth will be revealed."
She was resolute!
Seventy-two people, seventy-two lives, were buried in a sea of fire in a single night. One could imagine how the Imperial Duke's residence felt that night, as if it was trapped in the raging flames of hell.
Screams, cries for help, cries …
Just by closing her eyes, Ji Yunshu felt as if she could see the scene of that night flashing before her eyes.
It made her chest feel extremely stifled.
Fu Bo remained silent and wiped away his tears.
Ji Yunshu calmed her emotions and handed the scroll of painting she had brought with her to Fu Bo.
She stood up and said, "You can keep this painting. Just treat it as a memento."
She prepared to leave.
However, Fu Bo stopped her. "Teacher Ji, I have one more favor to ask of you. It's about the Little Heir. I hope …"
Before he could finish …
She turned her back to him. "Don't worry. Since I've told you this secret behind closed doors, I'll naturally be frank with you. I promise that before the 'Lin Capital Case' is solved, no one will know about Wei Yi's identity, let alone that the Little Heir of the Imperial Duke is still alive. Moreover … I don't want Wei Yi to know all of this. That kind of identity and past is not something he can bear. I'd rather he stay like this forever."
Perhaps, when she returned from Yufu, she would not come back to take him to the capital.
Instead, she would make him stay in Jinjiang for the rest of his life!
In other words, she was destined to break her promise to Wei Yi.
She tightened her neck and took a deep breath. Then, she pushed open the door and left, closing it again.
Inside the room, the flickering candlelight shone on Fu Bo's weathered face. With trembling hands, it took him a long time to unfold the painting in front of him bit by bit, revealing the portrait that bore some resemblance to his own. He caressed the portrait's face, his eyes brimming with tears. He was so choked with sobs that he couldn't speak.
At this moment, outside the door.
Not far away, behind a pillar, there was a figure hidden.
Wei Yi stood there in a daze. His gaze followed Ji Yunshu's figure as she left the room.
Her eyes, which were always clean and limpid, were so calm that not a single trace of emotion could be seen.
However, her hands, which were hanging by her sides, were gripping her robe so tightly that her fingertips turned white.
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