'Who invited this Buddha?
What?
Burn the whip?
That's a reward from the Emperor!
No, no, absolutely not! '
Ji Shuhan stood up and quickly bent down. His face twisted in anger. "Prince Rong, this whip is a reward from the Emperor. You can't burn it!"
"Then this King would like to ask, what is the purpose of this whip bestowed upon you?"
"This …"
'The Emperor didn't say!'
With a nervous expression, Ji Shuhan continued, "I beseech Prince Rong to be magnanimous. If Prince Rong dislikes the smell of blood on this whip, this lowly official will take good care of it. However, I beseech Prince Rong not to burn this whip."
'I like it when you're begging me!'
But now, Jing Rong was burning with rage. His clear and cold eyes were locked onto Ji Shuhan's body. He was extremely ruthless.
He raised his hand and said decisively, "Hurry up and burn it!"
Without the slightest hesitation or sympathy.
Lang Po was very obedient. He took the whip out of the hall and took out a match from his waist. He blew on it and lit it on the whip.
Lang Po didn't know if he wanted to tease Ji Shuhan, but he kept the match at the bottom of the whip for a long time.
It was as if he was waiting for the final order.
Only a 'dong' sound was heard.
Ji Shuhan knelt down.
He propped himself up with both hands and prostrated himself on the ground. "Prince Rong, this lowly official is begging you. Please don't burn the whip. This lowly official is begging you. This whip is a reward from the Emperor. If you burn it, this lowly official can't bear the consequences. I beg you, Prince Rong, you really can't burn it!"
'Isn't he a jackal?
Why did he learn from Magistrate Liu and have the bad habit of kneeling before others? '
Jing Rong's lips curled into a smile. He leisurely picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. He looked at Ji Shuhan who was kneeling on the ground. "Lord Ji, for a whip, you are kneeling before me. It's not worth it. Get up."
However, he lowered his body even more and begged. "Prince Rong, please don't burn this whip. Otherwise, this lowly official will kneel and not get up."
'Kneel and not get up?
Hmm! '
"Fine, then kneel." Jing Rong snapped his fingers at Lang Po. "Why aren't you moving?"
"Yes," Lang Po replied.
The match was moved to the bottom of the whip. First, a few wisps of green smoke came out, emitting a pungent burning smell. Then, it was lit on fire.
Lang Po casually threw the whip on the ground. The whip curled into a ball and was surrounded by the sparks.
As soon as Ji Shuhan smelled it, he raised his head and looked back. His precious whip had caught fire. Its original golden color had turned into a dark black.
Then, with a pained expression, he clenched his fists and hammered the ground with all his might.
My baby!
Looking at the old man's pained expression, Jing Rong did not seem to be satisfied.
He stood up and walked around Ji Shuhan, who was still on the ground. He walked to the eaves and called out, "Lord Ji."
Ji Shuhan hung his head dejectedly. He sighed and answered, "This lowly official is here."
"I've heard that there's a temple in Jinjiang City where the Bodhisattva is very efficacious. I think it's called Qing An Temple, right?"
"Yes."
"Since Lord Ji cares so much about the object bestowed by my Imperial Father, you must be loyal to my Imperial Father, right?"
"Yes." Ji Shuhan sighed.
Jing Rong smiled again. "Very good. I've heard that if one walks to Qing An Temple and kowtows with each step, it will be very efficacious. Is that right?"
"Yes." Ji Shuhan sighed again.
Jing Rong slowly turned around and lowered his head to look at Ji Yunshu. "Very well. My Imperial Father's birthday is just around the corner. I will have to trouble Lord Ji to kowtow every step of the way to Qing An Temple to pray for my Imperial Father. I believe Lord Ji will not refuse."
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, one kowtow with each step!
Even if one walked up, it would take a day, let alone kowtowing.
'Jing Rong, are you sure you're not an evildoer invited by a monkey?'
Ji Shuhan was truly frightened. He had yet to recover from the pain of the whip being burnt. Now, he received an even greater blow. He was unable to breathe and his eyes were wide open.
He almost fainted.
His face was deathly pale.
Seeing that Ji Shuhan did not answer, Jing Rong's eyes burned with anger. His tone became heavier. "What? You don't want to? "
"No, no, this lowly official … this lowly official is willing!"
This lowly official is not willing!
Jing Rong nodded and gave him a gentle smile. "Very good. This Prince will also send someone to follow Lord Ji so that you don't miss a single kowtow. That wouldn't be good."
"Thank … thank you, Prince Rong."
Ji Shuhan trembled violently.
This covert surveillance was truly perverted.
Jing Rong was very satisfied. The anger in his heart was reduced by half.
'Who asked you to bully this Prince's little scholar? Who asked you to hit this Prince's little Yunshu? I should really teach you a lesson!'
In the end, Jing Rong left with Lang Po.
Ji Shuhan was still kneeling on the ground with an ugly expression on his face.
Who was the one who invited that Buddha?
Luan 'er, who had witnessed the entire process, felt inexplicably refreshed.
'That honored guest from the capital is actually Prince Rong!
Moreover, teaching Master a lesson really helped her young miss vent her anger. '
Thus, she happily returned to the West Courtyard and told Ji Yunshu the good news.
Ji Yunshu was in the middle of painting when she heard Luan 'er's report.
"Young Miss, you didn't see Master's face. It turned green and then white. That Prince Rong is really amazing. His words and actions really make people have a whole new level of respect for him."
Luan 'er revealed a love-struck expression, which was extremely adorable.
Ji Yunshu continued to paint with a calm expression. She was not the least bit affected by Luan 'er.
When she finished the last stroke, she washed the brush in the water and put it back into the sandalwood box.
Only then did she raise her eyes and look at Luan 'er. "Did he leave?"
Her tone was indifferent.
"Yes, he just left."
"Mm."
Ji Yunshu indifferently rolled up the painting she had just finished and tied it with a red rope.
Luan 'er was puzzled. "Young Miss, why don't you have any interest? That was Prince Rong. He just taught Master a lesson. "
She heard it. She heard it all. She didn't have to repeat it twice!
"Alright, I understand what you said."
She walked around the table and entered the inner room. When she came out, she had already changed into men's clothes.
"Young Miss, where are you going?" Luan 'er was extremely nervous. Her young miss' back injury had not healed yet, so she had to stop her.
"I'm going to the prison." She added, "You should come with me."
Without waiting for Luan 'er to say anything else, Ji Yunshu took the painting and left the room. Luan' er followed her.
When they arrived at the prison, the jailer who had received three taels of silver from Ji Yunshu came to greet them. "Teacher Ji, why are you here again?"
"Take me to see Lin Duan."
"Alright."
The jailer didn't ask any more questions and led her inside.
The prison was still dark and gloomy, and it was unbearably humid.
Luan 'er covered her nose with her hand and frowned. This was her first time in here.
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