Winning didn't necessarily mean that he had won!
He stopped in his tracks.
"Where is the Little Heir?" Zhao Huai continued to ask.
Mo Ruo wanted to rush forward to 'fight' but was stopped by Jing Rong's outstretched hand.
Jing Rong gestured for him not to be rash.
Jing Rong said, "Zhao Huai, if you kill this Prince, don't even think about knowing who the real Little Heir is! And the two of you … will die here. "
Zhao Huai was furious. "If you don't tell me, I'll kill you right now."
He exerted strength in his wrist and raised the sword a few inches.
Jing Rong was forced to lift his chin.
The sharp sword could easily slit a person's throat with just a light stroke.
But …
The next moment, Wen Xian grabbed Zhao Huai's wrist. "Put down the sword!"
"What did you say?"
"If you kill him, we won't know where the Little Heir is." Wen Xian was still clear-headed.
Zhao Huai gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his sword. Although he had lost an arm, his hostility did not diminish. However, although he was a rough man, he was not a reckless person. After contemplating the consequences, he withdrew his sword and glared at Jing Rong. He reprimanded, "You deceived us from Yufu until now. If it wasn't for the Little Heir, it wouldn't be enough for you to die a thousand times."
Jing Rong listened coldly.
Wen Xian said, "We don't want your life, but we want to know where the real Little Heir is now."
"I can tell you."
"Speak."
"But … I'm not the one who knows where the Little Heir is."
"Who?"
"Teacher Ji."
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai looked at each other.
Jing Rong continued, "If you want to know, why don't you ask her yourself? She will tell you everything."
However, Zhao Huai immediately said, "Your Great Lin Emperor has ordered her execution. We can't even enter the Ministry of Justice's prison. You still want to lie to us? It was because of that piece of jade that Teacher Ji lied to all of us from Yufu to the capital. If it wasn't for that, you would have lost your life in Yufu long ago. "
Haha!
Jing Rong did not make a fuss over his words. "You also know that we can't enter the Ministry of Justice's prison. If she dies, you will never know anything about the Little Heir."
A threat!
A blatant threat!
Wen Xian: "What do you mean?"
"If you want to know the truth, you have to cooperate with me now."
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai were skeptical.
"Will she really tell us the truth?"
"Do you think you have any other choice but to believe?"
No!
There was no choice.
The two of them pondered for a long time.
Finally, he nodded. "Alright, tell me."
Jing Rong took a deep breath and glanced at Mo Ruo behind him.
He recounted everything that had happened.
…
On the other side, Jing Yi went to the Ministry of Justice's prison.
Although the Emperor had ordered that no one was allowed to see him, the Minister of Justice did not dare to stop him.
Who didn't know that he was a scourge?
At this moment, Ji Yunshu was sitting cross-legged in the cell with her back against the ice-cold wall.
Because when the silver buckle was taken off, it fell into the Emperor's Fuyang Hall. Now, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders.
She held a long straw in her hand and swept it across the ground with interest.
He knew that he was going to be executed, but he wasn't worried at all!
Jing Yi came forward and knocked on the wooden pillar.
Hearing this, she raised her head and stared at Jing Yi's eyes, which were full of desire for power.
Then, she noticed the person beside Jing Yi – Lin Shu.
This was the first time she saw him since they parted at Mingshan Academy.
She had to admit that after becoming an official, he looked much more spirited after taking off his scholarly robes and donning a set of fine brocade.
Following beside the arrogant Jing Yi, it could be said that he was awe-inspiring!
Lin Shu seemed to be a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so he simply looked away.
Ji Yunshu snickered to herself.
Jing Yi happened to catch her smile. He smirked and ordered the jailer to open the cell door.
He walked in and looked at Ji Yunshu condescendingly.
"I didn't expect Teacher Ji … Oh, that's not right, I should call you Miss Ji!"
"As long as Prince Yi likes it."
"The famous Teacher Ji in the capital is now a prisoner. What a joke."
She smiled. "Prince Yi, you didn't come here just to see me, did you?"
"Not just that." Jing Yi's lips curled into a sinister smile. He slowly bent down and pinched her chin. He clicked his tongue a few times and said, "Teacher Ji's face is really beautiful! It's just that … it's a pity. Look at you. Now you're a prisoner. Your former glory is gone, and your so-called life-saving straw, Prince Rong, didn't do anything. He watched you go to prison and then watched helplessly as you were about to be executed. If you hadn't followed the wrong master, this wouldn't have happened. "
Bah!
Ji Yunshu was disdainful. "I'm not a servant, nor am I a slave. Why would I follow the wrong master? Moreover, life and death are fated. Why should I worry? "
"How can you say such things now?!"
"I'm already a dead man. Why does Prince Yi have to sow discord in front of me?"
"This prince isn't trying to drive a wedge between you and me. I just want you to see the truth. If you had kept your promise and stayed by this prince's side, the person in prison today … wouldn't be you." Jing Yi exerted force with his fingertips and flicked her chin.
She tilted her head and lowered her gaze. She continued to poke at the filthy floor with interest.
An unreadable smile slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Actually … winning doesn't necessarily mean winning!"
Jing Yi straightened his body. "Now, we only have one day left. Whether Jing Rong can come to save us is still unknown. No matter what, the winner is this Prince."
Ji Yunshu ignored him and continued to play with her things.
Jing Yi angrily put on a look of victory. He waved his sleeves and prepared to leave.
Just as he stepped out of the cell …
Ji Yunshu suddenly called out to him. "Prince Yi."
"What? Have you thought things through and asked this Prince to spare your life? "
"Prince Yi misunderstands. However, I do have a request."
"Speak."
"Since I'm about to die, can I leave a few last words?"
"Regret?" Jing Yi was amused.
Ji Yunshu replied, "Can't Prince Yi even fulfill this request of mine?"
"Of course."
She glanced at Lin Shu and smiled. "This must be Lord Lin, the Hanlin Academy's writer, right? You're the top scholar and your literary talent is outstanding. Your handwriting must be very neat, right? I wonder if there's a chance for Lord Lin to write a will for me before I die? "
Lin Shu looked at Jing Yi with a questioning look.
Jing Yi thought for a moment and nodded at him. "Since Miss Ji has a request before she dies, then Lord Lin, please help her."
"Yes!" Lin Shu accepted the order.
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