Burn! Burn!
Dead people can't testify!
However, Ji Yunshu was unwilling to give up. She pondered for a while and suddenly asked the magistrate, "Lord Liu, can you find the residence of Seventh Uncle by today?"
Magistrate Liu rolled his eyes. "There are many people in Jinjiang who call themselves Seventh Uncle. However, we should be able to find him if he worked for the Jiang family. I will order someone to check his address."
Magistrate Liu hastily summoned several yamen runners and gave them a few instructions.
Ji Yunshu's heart sank. She was full of doubts.
'Seventh Uncle suddenly died. Could it be that Madame Jiang really killed him to silence him?'
Jing Rong knew that she was thinking about the case, so he obediently sat on the pear blossom chair and drank a cup of fresh tea.
Ji Yunshu didn't stay idle either. She found someone to fetch some ink and paper. She drew a portrait on the paper and carefully folded it before putting it in her sleeve.
Not long after, Magistrate Liu returned with a piece of paper with an address written on it and handed it to Ji Yunshu.
"It should be here. Yunshu, do you intend to …"
"I want to go there."
"This official will go with you …"
Ji Yunshu interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. "Milord should still stay in the yamen. This trip might not necessarily lead to any clues."
Thinking about it carefully, it made sense.
Jing Rong, who was sitting on the side and sipping his tea, suddenly spoke up. "How about I accompany you?"
Ji Yunshu put away the address in her hand and looked at Jing Rong. "There's no need to trouble Your Highness. This humble one can go there myself."
Jing Rong stood up and walked in front of her. His well-defined face showed a hint of displeasure.
"What? I just said that I trust you, but now you're saying that you don't trust me? Do you want to push me a thousand miles away? "
"This humble one's status is lowly. I'm not worthy of Your Highness's trust!"
"If I say it's worth it, then it's worth it."
At this moment, he really wished that he could pinch her chin and make her look at him. He wanted her to see how serious he was when he said every word!
Unfortunately, he couldn't bear to pinch her delicate face.
Ji Yunshu lowered her eyes, as if she didn't dare to look at him.
"Teacher Ji, this case cannot be dragged on any longer. You know this better than anyone else. Besides, this Prince was the one who gave the order to thoroughly investigate this matter. Otherwise, Madame Jiang would have already taken the skeleton away. If you can't find out the truth, this Prince will lose face. Therefore, this matter is not only about the yamen and you, but also about this Prince."
After saying so much, didn't you just want to follow me?
After going round and round, his head was hurting!
Ji Yunshu could only nod. "Since Your Highness is willing, this lowly one can't refuse. Please follow me."
Having said that, he had already walked out of the court.
Behind her, Jing Rong smirked. His brows relaxed as he followed behind her.
After leaving the yamen, the two of them rushed to where Seventh Uncle was.
Fortunately, Jinjiang was not big, and the surrounding villages were not far away. They arrived in about an hour.
Along the way, Ji Yunshu only cared about walking and didn't pay attention to him.
However, Jing Rong always had a triumphant expression on his face. He watched as Ji Yunshu's petite figure straightened up and walked forward at a moderate pace.
In his eyes, she looked very adorable.
In his mind, Lang Po's report from that night was still echoing.
"Your Highness, I've investigated. Teacher Ji … No, it should be … it should be Miss Ji. She is the third miss of the Ji Mansion."
When he heard those words, Jing Rong was stunned for a long time. Finally, he slammed the table.
"This Prince said that I don't have a homosexual fetish!"
He was overjoyed.
Lang Po continued to report the origin of the whip wound on Ji Yunshu's back.
Jing Rong was furious.
Thus, the next day, he delivered Bai Yunchang's medicinal herbs and taught Ji Shuhan a lesson.
But …
'Did little Yunshu notice it?'
Thinking of this, his footsteps gradually slowed down.
Until Ji Yunshu turned around and said, "If Your Highness is tired, this lowly one can go by myself."
He raised his eyes and saw that Ji Yunshu was only four meters away. She was dressed in a white robe that fluttered in the wind. Standing in the middle of the snow, she was extremely beautiful.
At that moment, Jing Rong was somewhat entranced.
Ji Yunshu pursed her lips. She didn't dare to look at that burning gaze. She lowered her head to hide her eyes and said, "Your Highness, are you going or not?"
Ji Yunshu pursed her lips. She didn't dare to look at that burning gaze.
He firmly replied, "Yes, of course I'll go."
Thus, he hurriedly followed her.
Ji Yunshu's brows were lowered the entire time. Her footsteps were always a few steps faster than his, for fear of meeting that gaze again.
Jing Rong's heart was filled with apprehension.
When they finally arrived at Seventh Uncle's house, the entire courtyard was deserted. No one was in sight.
While Jing Rong was puzzled, an old woman walked out of the house. Her face was haggard and her hair was somewhat white.
When she saw two strangers in her courtyard, she immediately became vigilant.
"Who are you?" The old woman asked.
Ji Yunshu stepped forward and asked in a soft voice, "Old lady, may I ask if this is Seventh Uncle's house?"
Hearing this question, the old woman sighed. "My husband passed away this morning. Why are you looking for him?"
Ji Yunshu took out the portrait she had drawn at the yamen and handed it to the old woman.
"Is this Seventh Uncle?"
Seeing her husband again, the old woman's eyes reddened. Her hands trembled as she held the portrait.
"Yes, this is my husband!" She choked with sobs.
It seemed that the Seventh Uncle Madame Jiang mentioned was really the old man who followed her.
Seeing the old woman's sad appearance, Ji Yunshu felt her heart ache. But she still asked, "Old lady, please restrain your grief and accept fate. I want to ask, is Seventh Uncle's corpse still here?"
"It's been burned. It's been burned since he died."
The old woman sighed again and again.
'Burned?'
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. "He just passed away, how could he …"
Before she could finish her question, the old woman raised her head and answered, "This is our village's custom. When a person dies, they must be burned immediately. They cannot be buried."
"Then, did Seventh Uncle see anyone before he passed away? Did he encounter any problems? "
The old woman thought carefully and shook her head. "No. My husband's health hasn't been good these past two days, so he stayed at home. I didn't expect that this morning … he would pass away."
At this point, the old woman's eyes were glistening with tears.
The only witness had died, and his corpse had been burned.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu was at a loss.
She couldn't bear to see the old woman continue to grieve, so she didn't ask any more questions and left.
On the way back, Jing Rong saw her frown.
Jing Rong saw her furrowed brows and said, "Teacher is really attentive."
'Huh?'
She asked, "Your Highness, why do you say so?"
"You know how to draw a portrait first, then verify whether the deceased Seventh Uncle was the one you saw. You must be worried that the person you saw was not the same Seventh Uncle Madame Jiang mentioned."
That's right. The reason why she drew a portrait was indeed to verify this point.
And it turned out that the person she saw was indeed the old man she saw.
"Since Your Highness knows, the one who is meticulous should be you."
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