Ji Yunshu had not slept the entire night. Standing beneath the eaves, she had been watching the icicles forming on the roof tiles all along.

They were truly crystal clear and translucent!

Jingrong pushed open his door and came out, just in time to see her standing in a linen robe and white gown, her hair bound up properly yet falling loosely to her waist. She tilted her head upward with ink-wash-like eyes gazing intently. The bright white snow reflected upon her petite figure, making it appear especially upright. Accompanied by the vivid cold wind, her long-sleeved robe fluttered and flapped, several strands of dark hair repeatedly dancing across her delicate face.

Such beautiful scenery was rarely seen!

In a moment of realization, Jingrong became somewhat entranced. His thin lips curved slightly as he walked to her side. Gazing at the snow filling the sky, he extended his palm to catch a few snowflakes.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been watching the snow all night?”

Ji Yunshu didn’t respond.

“Frozen? Lost your voice?” Jingrong asked.

She shook her head. Her gaze withdrew from the eaves and she glanced at him lightly, asking in return, “I wonder if Prince Rong slept well on the Zhou residence’s rosewood bed?”

“Not well.”

“Oh? To me, it looks like you slept quite well.”

At this, Jingrong’s interest intensified. He raised his long brows. “Then why don’t you tell me how this prince could have slept well on such a cold winter night?”

Ji Yunshu’s expression remained calm. She looked him up and down, then said with confidence, “I remember that last night, Your Highness’s jade pendant at your waist was worn incorrectly, positioned one inch forward from the waist. Now it’s neither too far forward nor back—properly positioned exactly three inches forward from the waist. Furthermore, Your Highness’s clothing is neat with traces of deliberate arrangement. All this is sufficient to show that Your Highness’s mind is very clear and that you slept well. Moreover, Your Highness’s cheekbones are slightly raised, causing some swelling above the eye sockets. This phenomenon only appears when a person enters good quality sleep.”

Having completed her analysis point by point.

“I wonder if my analysis is correct?” she asked.

Jingrong was slightly surprised. He had encountered many extraordinary people throughout the realm, but this young scholar was perhaps a bit too clever.

He couldn’t help but sigh and shake his head. “What a pity.”

“Why does Your Highness say that?”

“A small Jinjiang City will likely be unable to contain you.”

Having spoken, the corner of Jingrong’s mouth concealed a mysterious smile.

Ji Yunshu looked at him. Never mind, she didn’t ask further.

At this moment, a Zhou family maid ran in through the snowflakes. Walking up to the two of them, she said, “Master Ji, the madam sent this servant to ask whether you’ve found the murderer?”

With her own daughter killed by someone, it was natural for the mother to be anxious.

Ji Yunshu straightened her expression. “Please trouble this miss to ask your master and madam to go to the mourning hall.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now. Additionally, please have everyone in the household, high and low, go there as well.”

The maid looked confused, but still braved the biting cold wind, hugging her arms as she went to deliver the message.

Jingrong frowned. “Why not go after eating breakfast?”

Ji Yunshu shot him a cold, scorching glance and couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. “If Prince Rong had properly eaten last night, you wouldn’t be concerned about this morning’s breakfast.”

That’s what you get for not eating last night. Serves you right!

Without waiting for Jingrong to refute, she had already set off in the direction of the mourning hall.

This was the first time Jingrong had been left speechless by someone’s retort. His sharp, piercing eyes fixed on Ji Yunshu’s straight back, anger concealed beneath an unchanged expression.

In the end, he still followed her without any backbone!

This man’s sour face needed to be dealt with by Ji Yunshu!

**Mourning Hall**

The twenty-some members of the Zhou household, high and low, had all arrived.

Master Zhou’s expression was grave, his brows slightly lowered, his forehead deeply furrowed.

Madam Zhou at his side was no longer weeping and wailing. Her complexion had improved considerably. Only when looking at her daughter’s coffin would her eyes still redden slightly.

“Master Ji, my daughter has already passed the proper time for burial. If we don’t bury her today, I’m worried about my daughter’s body…” Master Zhou’s words trailed off as he sighed.

Ordinary corpses would begin to smell after being left for several days, not to mention Miss Zhou’s body which had been smashed to pieces, the flesh burst open. Even in the coldest month of winter, it already reeked terribly of death.