In the carriage on the way back.
Jing Rong hugged Ji Yunshu and let her rest in his arms, carefully protecting her.
He looked expressionless, but there was a dark cloud on his face that didn't disperse for a long time.
It was even scarier than the sky outside.
This time, Lang Po really didn't dare to say a word. He turned away, not daring to look at Jing Rong.
She wondered what had happened in the palace.
His Highness wouldn't fight with the Emperor, right?
He didn't dare to even breathe loudly.
When they arrived at the mansion, Jing Rong carried Ji Yunshu back to her room and sent everyone out.
Lang Po stood at the door, feeling inexplicably anxious. He looked inside from time to time.
After a while, Lu Jiang came in.
He asked worriedly, "What happened?"
Lang Po shook his head. "I'm not sure. In any case, when Miss Ji was brought back, His Highness was already like this."
Lu Jiang sighed.
"Uncle Lu, do you think His Highness and the Emperor … will they …" He lowered his voice.
He didn't directly state his thoughts.
Lu Jiang immediately glared at him. "Don't make wild guesses."
He shut his mouth.
"You stay outside and don't go anywhere."
"I know."
In the room.
Jing Rong sat on the edge of the bed. His hot hand caressed Ji Yunshu's cold face.
His other hand was holding her hand tightly, refusing to let go.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, he suddenly felt afraid. He was afraid of losing this woman, who was more important than his own life.
That feeling flowed through his chest, painful and sour.
He knew very well that no matter what happened, Wei Yi would always be a worry in Ji Yunshu's heart. No matter what happened, it would never change.
"Yunshu, maybe we really should leave the capital."
… …
The next day.
When Ji Yunshu woke up, the faint light pierced her eyes. She blinked her eyes instinctively, gradually adjusting to it.
What caught her eyes was the thin gauze curtain above her head.
This is … my room?
When she fainted yesterday, she was still in the palace.
She moved her body, feeling a slight headache. Her hand seemed to be grabbed by someone. She glanced sideways and saw that it was Jing Rong.
He was holding her hand, lying on the edge of the bed.
His well-defined side profile welcomed the morning light that shone in through the window. It was like the carving knife in the hands of a craftsman, decorating his face into a "feast for the eyes".
She didn't want to wake him up, so she obediently lay on the bed and didn't move.
However, the small movement still woke him up. He raised his head and met Ji Yunshu's ink-black eyes.
The pair of eyes faced the light. Although it seemed tired, it made people feel pity for it.
Jing Rong reached out his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
She shook her head.
"Let me pour you a glass of water."
Just as he was about to go, Ji Yunshu pulled him back.
He propped himself up from the bed.
"What's wrong?"
Ji Yunshu raised her eyes. "Yesterday … you went to the palace to pick me up?"
Jing Rong paused for a moment. "Seeing that you haven't returned yet, I was worried, so I rushed to the palace to fetch you."
His tone was indifferent.
Ji Yunshu explained, "It was raining heavily yesterday, and the sky was getting dark. Moreover, I haven't seen Wei Yi for a long time, so I agreed to stay."
Her words made the unhappiness in Jing Rong's heart disappear. He smiled. "Why? Are you worried that I'm uncomfortable? "
'Am I not?'
Ji Yunshu stared at him.
Jing Rong sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand.
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"
"Jing Rong …"
"We've been through so much, and it wasn't easy to get to where we are today. Yunshu, I believe in you, and you should also believe in me. There's no such thing between us."
Ji Yunshu's eyes suddenly reddened, and she threw herself into his arms.
Jing Rong hugged her and said, "When the case is over, let's leave the capital."
'Huh?'
She raised her teary eyes to look at him and nodded heavily.
At this moment, Lang Po came in with a bowl of medicine. When he saw this scene, his whole body froze.
'Why do I always bump into this kind of thing?
It seems I need to wash my eyes! '
However, he couldn't go out, nor could he go in. He stood there in a daze for a long time before saying, "Your Highness, Miss Ji's medicine is ready."
'I've disturbed that loving pair of mandarin ducks!'
Jing Rong glanced at him. "Give it to me."
Lang Po handed over the medicine, turned around and left.
Ji Yunshu couldn't help but giggle.
Jing Rong was puzzled and angry. He said, "Sooner or later, I'll skin him alive."
On the same day, Wei Yi sent people from the palace to deliver a lot of tonics.
They filled the entire room.
In the end, Jing Rong sent people to store them in the warehouse.
Ji Yunshu rested for two days, and she felt much more energetic.
Occasionally, some official documents from the Ministry of Justice would be delivered to her. Once or twice was fine, but Jing Rong rejected them and ordered, "Before Lord Ji's body recovers, no one is allowed to disturb her."
Because of this, it was much quieter.
In the courtyard, the early morning sun was exceptionally warm.
Ji Yunshu sat in the courtyard, eating porridge while flipping through the book in her hand.
Jing Rong sat beside her, polishing his black sword.
That sword had been with him for many years. Its surface was mottled with patterns, but it exuded the same coldness as his temperament.
He polished it several times until it was shiny.
Ji Yunshu asked, "Is there any news on this case?"
Jing Rong didn't raise his head. "The murderer hasn't shown himself yet. We can only wait."
She grunted and didn't ask any more questions.
Suddenly …
Lang Po hurried over, his forehead drenched in sweat.
"Your Highness, Miss Ji."
His expression was solemn.
"What's wrong?"
He hesitated for a while.
Jing Rong put down the sword in his hand and coldly looked at him. "Speak!"
"I just received news that … the president of Qiyang Enterprise, Zhao Zhiwen … is dead."
The president of Qiyang Enterprise, Zhao Zhiwen, is dead?
Bang! The spoon in Ji Yunshu's hand fell to the ground.
It broke into two pieces.
Shocking!
"What happened?"
"The corpse was found in an abandoned pond behind Wenlan Pavilion. Like the previous two cases, his face … was wearing a mask."
So … the murderer's third target was Zhao Zhiwen!
The Supreme Court, the capital governor, the patrolling censors, the Ministry of Justice, and Commander Xiao had their eyes on every corner of the capital. They thought that the murderer wouldn't be able to escape even if he had wings, but in the end, the murderer could easily commit the crime under their noses.
It seemed like the salary from the imperial court was indeed wasted!
It also showed that the murderer was truly formidable.
An hour later.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu hurried to the scene of the murder.
There were bailiffs all around, surrounding this place.
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