Everyone stopped crying when they saw Prince Rong and Lord Ji. They covered their mouths and wept quietly.
It was as if they were afraid of disturbing the prince.
Jing Rong stared at the memorial tablet in front of him, then slowly moved to the coffin.
His body trembled.
His heart ached.
But he hid it well.
At this moment, he still couldn't accept the fact that Qin Shiyu was dead.
He still remembered that when he left the capital, that old man was still clamoring to see him off. How could he die so quickly?
How did he end up in the coffin? His brows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were slightly narrowed. Countless scenes of him sipping tea and discussing business with Qin Shiyu flashed through his mind. That old man looked well-behaved, but in fact, he was adorably ugly. He also liked to speak like a scholar. His wrinkled face was somewhat comical. Jing Rong had laughed at him a few times, but he eventually got used to it. Qin Shiyu was also very fond of drinking tea. Every time they chatted, he would finish the whole pot of tea by himself. He even liked to talk about his military exploits when he was young. Every time they talked, it would last for several hours. Due to his injured legs, Qin Shiyu could not help but sigh.
Because his legs were injured, he always walked very slowly. He often mocked himself for being a tortoise that couldn't compare to a fast rabbit.
It made him laugh.
The past was over.
Eventually, it would go with the yellow soil.
Jing Rong withdrew his thoughts and bowed to Ji Yunshu three times.
He said, "Lord Qin, have a safe journey."
His voice sounded steady, but it was choked with emotion.
The time for the funeral had arrived, and the coffin was carried out of the mansion.
Jing Rong walked to the door and stopped.
He looked at them from afar.
Gradually, they went far away.
He composed himself and said to Ji Yunshu with a dignified expression, "You should return to the mansion first."
"Where are you going?"
"To the palace."
He was about to mount his horse, but Ji Yunshu pulled his sleeve.
She looked at him with a pleading gaze. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Can you promise me that no matter what, please trust him this once?"
Jing Rong frowned. "I know what to do."
"Jing Rong …"
"Don't worry."
He pulled his sleeve from her hand, jumped on his horse, and galloped away.
Several guards followed behind him.
Ji Yunshu stood rooted to the ground. Her tears fell uncontrollably, but she hurriedly wiped them away with a handkerchief.
Lang Po hesitated for a long time before asking, "Miss Ji, why don't we return to the Rong Estate first?"
She pondered for a moment, then boarded the carriage.
Rong Estate.
Yu Wei stood anxiously at the door, pacing back and forth, his forehead dripping with sweat.
From time to time, he would look at the carriages passing by outside.
He muttered, "Why isn't he here yet? Wasn't he already in the capital? He should have arrived at the mansion long ago! "
He kept muttering these words to himself.
Lu Jiang knew that he was anxious and said, "Judge Yu, His Highness and Teacher Ji have probably gone to Qin Manor first. Don't worry."
"How can I not be anxious? My father is still locked up in prison, and his life is at stake. "She sobbed.
Lu Jiang said comfortingly, "Your Highness has already returned to the capital. Yu Dali's case will naturally be investigated."
"Sigh!"
Just as he finished sighing, he saw the carriage and horses coming, so he ran towards it.
The carriage stopped.
He cupped his hands in greeting, "Your Highness, Teacher Ji, this lowly official has a request."
Hearing this, Ji Yunshu dismounted.
Although she had never had any dealings with Yu Wei, she recognized him and knew of him.
This person was an upright person who behaved according to the rules, even somewhat rigid. He didn't inherit the sly character of his father.
'Following the script' was probably the best way to describe someone like him.
Ji Yunshu cupped her hands in greeting and returned his greeting.
Yu Wei said, "Lord Ji? Your Highness … "
"Your Highness has entered the palace." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Did Judge Yu come for Yu Dali's case?"
"That's right. My father has been wrongly imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's prison for some time now."
"A white bone case in the wall?"
"Yes." Yu Wei felt as if he had grasped onto a life-saving straw. He bowed again and pleaded with tears in his eyes, "Lord Ji is the head of the Ministry of Justice. This lowly official beseeches Lord Ji to clear my father of the charge of hiding a corpse and give him justice. This lowly official is extremely grateful."
He almost knelt down, but Ji Yunshu stopped him.
She said, "I returned to the capital this time for this case. Even if you didn't come today, I would have investigated it thoroughly. I won't let Yu Dali suffer in vain."
Hearing this, Yu Wei was delighted. "Lord Ji wants to reverse the verdict for my father?"
"Your father's case is still pending. There's no such thing as reversing the verdict. It's fine as long as the truth is found."
"Yes, yes, yes!" He hurriedly bowed in gratitude. "Many thanks, Lord Ji."
His body trembled with excitement.
Ji Yunshu glanced at Lang Po. "Brother Lang, may I trouble you to escort me to the Ministry of Justice?"
Lang Po replied.
Half an hour later.
Ji Yunshu arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Justice. Yu Wei didn't accompany her.
After all, Yu Dali was his father. No matter what, he had to avoid arousing suspicion. Because of this, the case wasn't handled by the Supreme Court. Instead, it was directly sent to the Ministry of Justice to investigate the truth.
Just as she arrived at the entrance, she bumped into the Right Assistant Minister Jiang Lan, Lord Jiang.
He had a document tucked under his arm and was about to leave. Speaking of this person, Ji Yunshu couldn't help but frown. This person didn't come from an official background. In the end, he only knew a few words. However, his handwriting was excellent, even more beautiful than Pan An's. In the past, he copied poems for someone, and the poem was accidentally delivered to the late Emperor. The late Emperor liked it very much.
Qi Zhen Emperor had always been a man of talent, so he made an exception and gave Jiang Lan an official hat. He ordered the Ministry of Revenue to investigate his records to see if he had a clean background. If he did, the Ministry of Personnel would assign him a position. At that time, many officials in the Ministry of Personnel were troubled.
First of all, the Ministry of Personnel wouldn't want him! Assigned to the Ministry of War? No, the Ministry of War was equivalent to a country's Ministry of National Defense. It was related to life and death. If he made a mistake, it would lead to the collapse of the entire military system. Naturally, he couldn't. Assigned to the Ministry of Rites? But that was an educational institution. What they wanted was culture. Naturally, he couldn't be assigned to the Ministry of Revenue.
They had to calculate accounts, verify the country's assets, and collect taxes. Those who weren't accountants were definitely not allowed in. The Ministry of Works was even more out of the question. They worked in construction and engineering. They needed to know how to draw and calculate.
So in the end, only the unlucky Ministry of Justice was left.
Interrogating prisoners and writing dossiers.
Just right!
Thus, the Ministry of Personnel assigned Jiang Lan to the Ministry of Justice. From then on, he became a 'flower vase' writing dossiers.
When Jiang Lan saw Ji Yunshu, his eyes lit up in shock.
He hurriedly came to greet her.
"Lord Ji? You … when did you return to the capital? "
"I just returned."
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I would have come to pick you up."
Ji Yunshu smiled and didn't reply. She noticed the document tucked under his arm.
"This is?"
"Oh, this is the dossier." Assistant Minister Jiang took it out.
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