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Chapter 780

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Chapter 780 – Intoxication

"Nan Zhuxiang, what's that?"

Mo Ruo explained, "It's the wild bamboo that grows behind the run-down temple in Zhang Family Village. When the Buddha was being built, it was cut down, so it stopped growing. However, after a heavy rain a dozen years ago, perhaps because the soil was plowed, those southern bamboos grew back."

The capital governor slapped the table in realization. "No wonder the strange creatures in Zhang Village disappeared after the Buddha was built. So that's what happened."

Wasn't that right?

Then, everyone toasted each other a few more times and started chatting.

Yu Shaoqing suddenly said, "Now that the Dried Well Case has been solved, His Majesty will reward you according to your contributions during the imperial court session tomorrow." He turned to Ji Yunshu, "Teacher Ji's contribution cannot go unnoticed. You will definitely be rewarded."

"Lord Yu must be joking."

"Teacher, do you know that the position of Prison Supervisor was removed by His Majesty a few years ago?"

"Yes."

"His Majesty has always valued talents. Perhaps tomorrow's reward will be to promote you to a Prison Supervisor position." Yu Shaoqing said resolutely, "In the entire Great Lin, the only person capable of becoming a Prison Supervisor is Teacher Ji."

Ji Yunshu's heart was heavy, but she smiled politely, "This humble one doesn't deserve it."

She really didn't deserve it!

Back then, Old General Li had offered her an olive branch to become a Prison Supervisor, but she didn't accept it. Now that Yu Shaoqing mentioned it, she felt even more conflicted.

Her heart was in a mess.

Would His Majesty really appoint her as a Prison Supervisor?



At the end of the corridor in the backyard, there was a small table with some pastries, a pot of tea, and two cups on it.

Cushions were placed on both sides of the table.

Jing Rong and Qin Shiyu sat cross-legged.

They seemed to have finished discussing the Dried Well Case.

"What does Your Highness plan to do next?" Qin Shiyu asked.

Jing Rong wasn't in a hurry to answer. He picked up the teacup in front of him and sniffed it.

It refreshed his heart!

He took a sip.

"Now that he's lost his footing, he's in a mess. If Imperial Father makes a decision and rewards him tomorrow during the imperial court session, I'm afraid he'll be flustered and exasperated. Moreover, his consort miscarried. This kind of blow is enough to make him cautious."

"What does Your Highness mean?"

"Back then, he was able to incite the Crown Prince to rebel. Today, I will force him to do the same."

"But Prince Yi's strength cannot be underestimated. Almost all the major exits in and out of the capital have been replaced by his men. If we really force Prince Yi into a corner, wouldn't it be easy for him to catch us like a turtle in a jar?" Qin Shiyu was worried.

Jing Rong smiled calmly as if he had already planned this.

Lu Jiang walked over with a thick booklet in his hands.

He handed over the items.

After flipping through a few pages, he nodded in satisfaction and pushed it towards Qin Shiyu. "Lord Qin, after reading this, you will no longer have to worry about catching a turtle in a jar."

What was that?

Qin Shiyu fixed his eyes on it and flipped through it. The booklet was densely packed with records of many weapons entering and exiting.

Type, price, materials, entry and exit address …

It was very detailed.

What?

"Someone is secretly making weapons in the capital?"

Astonishment!

Jing Rong nodded his head and explained, "The charges recorded on this paper are the crimes of the commander of the Yulin Royal Guards, Lord Xiao."

"Commander Xiao?"

"That's right. Lord Qin, think about it. Since Prince Yi was able to so smoothly swap out the guards inside and outside the Imperial Palace with his men, it's obvious that Commander Xiao has long since become his man. Working from the inside and outside, he has almost complete control over all the major entrances and exits of the Imperial Palace. How could this prince not place such an important chess piece in his chess cup?" That's why I sent people to investigate Commander Xiao. After this investigation, I was pleasantly surprised. It turns out that Commander Xiao has been secretly trading weapons with black merchants from all over the world. He must have already made a lot of money. If this was reported to His Majesty, he would definitely die. However … … this prince needs him as a chess piece.

Qin Shiyu was overjoyed. "Now that Your Highness has something on him, he will naturally obediently submit to Your Highness."

Of course!

"Jing Yi no longer has the help of the Ji brothers. Now that we have Commander Xiao as a chess piece, he won't just sit and wait for death."

"It seems that Your Highness already has a plan."

"At the end of the day, Jing Yi and the Crown Prince are the same kind of people. As long as they are forced into a corner, they will do anything."

His thin and cold lips curved into a faint smile. There was a gentle aura between his brows, making it hard for others to see the slightest bit of ruthlessness.

Qin Shiyu, who was sitting opposite him, poured another cup of hot tea. "A toast to Your Highness."

He drank it.

The two chatted for a while more. Seeing that it was getting late, Jing Rong ordered someone to send Qin Shiyu back. After all, that old fellow's legs were inconvenient. It wouldn't be good if he fell.

When Jing Rong returned to the banquet hall, he saw that everyone was still chatting happily, so he sat down and drank a few more cups.

Ji Yunshu felt a little tired, so she went back to her room.

She had just finished washing up and was about to sleep when someone knocked on the door.

"Teacher Ji, are you resting?" Lang Po asked from outside.

Ji Yunshu opened the door and was greeted by the smell of alcohol.

She saw Lang Po supporting the drunken Jing Rong and smiling awkwardly. "Teacher Ji, His Highness insisted on looking for you. I had no choice. How about you take care of him?"

After saying that, he shoved Jing Rong into her hands and quickly left.

Before Ji Yunshu could react, a heavy body pressed against her shoulder, almost spraining her waist.

Jing Rong lowered his head and leaned against her thin shoulders, hugging her tightly. Then, he tilted his head and buried his nose and mouth into her delicate neck.

It was as if he was doing it on purpose.

His warm breath flowed along her neck, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"Jing Rong?" She called out.

"Let me hug you for a while."

As expected, she obediently didn't move, allowing him to hug her tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Rong's heavy body suddenly fell backwards, forcing Ji Yunshu to hug him.

He smiled. "I'm not drunk."

"Go lie down on the bed for a while."

She helped him lie down on the bed.

"I'll go get you some water."

Just as she was about to go, he grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her back.

He used a lot of strength, but he was very careful.

Ji Yunshu's body fell forward, and she fell into Jing Rong's arms, firmly locked in front of his chest.

At the same time, Jing Rong pulled the folded quilt and covered the two of them.

"Stop messing around. I'll ask the kitchen to make some soup to sober you up."

"This Prince is not drunk."

He refused to let go.

Ji Yunshu struggled to no avail.

She could only give up.

Jing Rong closed his eyes and gently rested his chin on the woman's head in his arms. His lips curved into a devilish smile.

She nestled in his arms, the strong smell of alcohol lingering on the tip of her nose. She seemed to be slowly getting used to it and didn't feel choked anymore.

"Your body is really cold." Jing Rong said.

Ji Yunshu didn't reply.

He hugged her even tighter.

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