To prepare for a rainy day
Execute Ji Yunshu?
Qin Shiyu was surprised, and his already wrinkled forehead scrunched together.
Impossible!
"Although Lord Ji is guilty of deceiving the Emperor, his crime is not punishable by death. No matter what, this official must see His Majesty."
He had only taken two steps forward when two armed guards stopped him.
Concubine Xiao said, "Lord Qin, His Majesty has already said that he won't see anyone. If you force your way in, it will be considered a defiance of the imperial edict. At that time, you may also be thrown into the Ministry of Justice's prison and punished together."
Qin Shiyu: "…"
Sure enough, just as Concubine Xiao said, the verbal edict had already reached the Ministry of Justice. When Minister Li received the edict, he was greatly shocked.
Ji Yunshu was guilty, but … her merits outweighed her faults. She didn't deserve to die!
But who would dare to falsify the Emperor's oral order?
After hesitating for a long time, he had no choice but to write down the decree on the paper. 'At noon the day after tomorrow, the guilty subject Ji Yunshu shall be executed!'
The news also reached Prince Rong's estate.
However, Jing Rong acted as if nothing had happened and did not take any action.
It was extremely quiet!
He dismissed the others and went alone to the room where Ji Yunshu had lived. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back in front of several exquisite paintings on the wall, admiring them.
These paintings were all done by Ji Yunshu in her spare time.
Mangosteen, flowers, water, scenery, people … everything was there.
He stood there from noon to night.
When Mo Ruo and Tang Si heard that Ji Yunshu was going to be executed, they had already arrived. However, Lang Po blocked their way and prevented them from seeing their master.
When night fell, he became anxious!
"Has he thought of anything yet?" Mo Ruo asked Lang Po.
Lang Po replied, "Young Master Mo, His Highness has his own plans."
"You have your own plans? Was he just going to sit and wait for death? Should he wait until he was taken to the execution ground before thinking of a solution? What is that blockhead of his thinking? "
Ugh!
"His Highness said …"
"Get out of the way, I'll find him myself."
"Young Master Mo …" Lang Po couldn't stop him.
However, when Mo Ruo went there, he pushed Tang Si aside and did not let her follow, lest she got in the way.
He hurried over and saw Jing Rong standing in front of the paintings in the room, seemingly lost in thought.
Motionless.
"What on earth are you thinking?" he asked as he walked in.
Jing Rong pretended not to hear her.
"Don't tell me that you plan to stand in front of these paintings forever? Mo Ruo nudged him with his elbow.
"…"
"Are you deaf or mute? The Emperor has already given the order to execute Teacher Ji at noon the day after tomorrow. Why are you still acting as if nothing has happened? Are you saying that the flowers on your stone have bloomed for nothing? "
Brother, can your mouth not be so sharp?
Jing Rong furrowed his brows. He seemed a little displeased that his mood had been disturbed. He glanced sideways at him before returning his gaze to the painting. He took a deep breath and said, "She's more important than my life. If she dies, I'll follow her to the afterlife."
His tone was warm and deep!
It was cold.
Mo Ruo replied, "Then aren't you going to think of something now?"
He lowered his gaze, smiled, and teased, "Your medical skills are amazing, and everyone says that you are a divine doctor, but when it comes to matters of the court, you are just like your father, a boorish fellow."
"You …" Mo Ruo was embarrassed, and he was unable to refute.
"Before Yunshu entered the palace, she repeatedly warned me not to enter the palace to save her. Even if she was imprisoned, she didn't want me to act blindly without thinking. But I almost threw away those words and rushed into the palace to save her. Fortunately, after calming down, I gradually understood the reason."
"Reason?"
He nodded, and said seriously, "If you want to defeat the enemy, you must first know what the enemy wants!"
Mo Ruo replied, "The more you say, the more I don't understand."
"Let me ask you, what does Jing Yi want the most?"
Mo Ruo thought about it, and his eyes lit up. "The throne!"
"That's right, the throne. From the moment the Ministry of Personnel submitted a memorial to me for interfering with the transfer of officials, he already knew that he was in a disadvantageous position. Now that he has suffered a setback and his ambition has been forced out, he naturally won't sit still and wait for death. So, if he wants to turn the tables, he must first start with Yunshu."
"But … since he already knew that Teacher Ji is a woman, why didn't he expose her earlier? Why did he wait until now? "
"Because he is nurturing his chess pieces. He needs to wait until the crucial moment to make a move!"
Mo Ruo was dumbfounded.
Jing Rong walked to the door, and with a solemn expression, he continued, "He knows how important Yunshu is to me. So, if there comes a day when he wants to rebel, he will use this chess piece to restrain me." After a short pause, he continued, "Now that the time is ripe, and His Majesty just happened to confer Yunshu the position of the prison supervisor, it would be perfect if he chose this time to expose her as a woman. This way, I will do everything in my power to think of a way to rescue her. Naturally, I won't have any spare energy to guard against or prevent him from besieging the palace. If his plan is lucky, I might enter the palace to plead for leniency. At that time, he will incite the court officials to suppress me, and I will also be charged with the crime of deceiving my superiors. Even if His Majesty wants to protect me, I will still be imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's prison. Then, no one will be able to stop him from besieging the palace. He might even … kill me in prison."
The struggles of the imperial court were like the bottom of a deep sea, unfathomable and unfathomable.
No wonder Jing Yi kept Yunshu's identity as a woman until now. It turned out that he was preparing for a rainy day, paving the way for him to besiege the palace.
"So that's how it is!" Mo Ruo suddenly understood. He pondered, "But if you don't think of a way to rescue her, Teacher Ji's life …"
"I have my own plans!" Jing Yi said, his eyes darkening. "Didn't Jing Yi's schemes all along to see me being restrained by him, helpless and at a loss for what to do? Very well, I will satisfy him! "
Mo Ruo looked at Jing Rong's back, as if he could vaguely see a huge storm brewing …
But …
Mo Ruo had a concern. He stepped forward and said, "There's one more thing. The news of Teacher Ji's identity as a woman has already spread throughout the capital. I'm afraid that Zhao Huai and Wen Xian, who followed her all the way from Yufu to the capital, will also know. Then, they will also know …"
Ji Yunshu is not the Little Heir!
Speak of the devil, and he will appear!
Suddenly, two figures flashed into the courtyard.
They stood side by side.
Wen Xian was holding a flute, while Zhao Huai was holding a sharp sword.
Their gazes were filled with murderous intent!
At the same time, the Rong Estate's imperial guards raised their swords and surrounded them. The archers on the rooftops also peeked out.
As long as they gave the order, they would be able to pierce their hearts with a thousand arrows!
But …
Jing Rong ordered, "Stand down."
The imperial guards looked at each other.
"Stand down!"
Everyone obeyed and retreated.
"Where exactly is the real Little Heir?" Zhao Huai roared as he met Jing Rong's gaze. His thick and dark brows were like two sharp blades, resting on his fiendish eyes.
Compared to him, Wen Xian was much calmer.
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