Chapter 9
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Scared Out of His Wits
Magistrate Liu was still resting. He had been busy the entire night in the eastern suburbs. He had barely closed his eyes for an hour when a yamen runner knocked on his door.
"Milord, someone is beating the drum."
Magistrate Liu turned over and didn't move again.
"Milord, someone is beating the drum."
Magistrate Liu reluctantly got up from his bed, put on his official robes and boots, and slowly walked to the hall. Before he even opened his eyes, he slammed the gavel.
"Who is beating the drum?"
Two men dressed in luxurious robes stood in front of the hall, one behind the other. The former's eyebrows exuded the heroic spirit of nobility, while the latter wore a long sword, exuding courage.
Jing Rong looked around the hall, but the young scholar from yesterday was nowhere to be seen.
Magistrate Liu rubbed his eyes with his thumb for a long time before he opened his eyes and saw who it was.
'Isn't that the young master who came with Ji Shuhan from the eastern suburbs last night?'
"Who are you? Why are you beating the drum? "Magistrate Liu followed the rules and asked.
"Milord, my young master came today to look for that painter. I'll have to trouble you to call him out." Lang Po stated his purpose.
"He's looking for Yunshu?" Magistrate Liu muttered softly. He fiddled with his abacus and raised his eyes. "Teacher Ji isn't in office today. Come back another day."
"Where is he?" Jing Rong asked.
"How would I know where he is? If there's nothing else, hurry up and leave. The drum outside the yamen can't be casually beaten." Magistrate Liu didn't sleep well, so he naturally became impatient.
Jing Rong was expressionless. He glanced at Lang Po, who understood. He took out a token from his waist and showed it to Magistrate Liu.
"Liu Qingping, open your eyes wide."
'Oh my! He actually dared to directly call me by my name!'
Magistrate Liu was enraged. He stood up and was about to hit the drum when he suddenly saw the words on the token.
The gavel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He immediately picked up his official robes and walked down the hall with a bow. His legs trembled as he knelt down with a plop.
"Rong … Prince Rong, this lowly official was blind. I didn't know it was … Prince Rong, please forgive me for my negligence."
Jing Rong glanced at him. This little fellow's expression changed quite quickly.
"Those who do not know are innocent. This King does not wish to alarm too many people, so there's no need to bow. Get up."
"Thank … Rong … Prince Rong."
Magistrate Liu was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat. His legs trembled violently. It took him a while to stand up, but he couldn't straighten his body.
"May I know why Prince Rong has come?"
The corners of Lang Po's mouth curled up as he spoke for Jing Rong.
"Didn't I just say it? I'm here today to look for the painter from yesterday. Ask her to come out immediately. "
"This …"
"What are you talking about? Don't tell me that a mere painter is putting on airs?"
Magistrate Liu hurriedly waved his hand. "No, no, no. This lowly official will send someone to bring her here." He turned his head towards the yamen runner. "Hurry up and bring Teacher Ji here."
"Yes."
The yamen runner ran off.
The magistrate was afraid of neglecting this great Buddha, so he bowed and smiled obsequiously as he invited Jing Rong and Lang Po to the backyard to rest. He brewed a pot of top-notch tea and stood to the side. He was still trembling as he raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
'When did such an important person come to Jinjiang City?!'
Jing Rong took a sip of tea. Jinjiang was rich in tea. The tea's fragrance assailed his nostrils and it was sweet as soon as it entered his mouth.
"Who is that painter?" Jing Rong asked.
"Her name is Ji Yunshu. She's a famous painter in our Jinjiang City." Magistrate Liu answered.
"How famous?"
"In the past few years, there have been many rotting corpses and charred corpses in our county. No one has claimed them. Ever since Teacher Ji came, regardless of whether they are rotting corpses or bones, she can definitely paint the deceased's appearance when they were alive. Not only that, but she has also helped me solve many cases."
Magistrate Liu's face seemed to have been gilded with gold. He was very proud of himself.
"Such a strange person? It's a waste of her talent to stay in this small Jinjiang City. "As Lang Po spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at his master.
It seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows. "Is that all?"
Magistrate Liu thought for a moment. "Teacher Ji's temperament is not good."
"How is it not good?"
Magistrate Liu stammered. "No … He likes to talk. His temperament is a bit cold."
'Cold? How cold? '
Jing Rong picked up his cup and took another sip of tea.
Not long after, a yamen runner came in to report.
"Teacher Ji is sleeping in his room. He said that he won't be working today."
Magistrate Liu's face suddenly turned green. He broke out in a cold sweat.
On one side was Ji Yunshu, whom he regarded as a treasure. On the other side was the powerful Prince Rong. He was in a difficult position.
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