On the way from the Capital Magistrate’s Office to Yuhua Pavilion, Ji Yinshu also stopped to buy a jug of wine, which she handed to Wei Yi to carry carefully.

But today, Yuhua Pavilion seemed much quieter than usual.

No, it was very quiet—not a single patient in sight.

Even the young attendants who were usually busy were now gathered around the stove, chatting and laughing together.

As soon as Wei Yi entered, he quickly squeezed into the group with the wine jug in his arms, still clutching the jar of wine. He obediently crouched in the middle, blinking as he scanned the circle.

He asked the young attendants: “What are you talking about? I want to hear too.”

His face full of curiosity!

Because Wei Yi had squeezed in, everyone’s original positions shifted outward in a circle.

One of them asked: “Little Wei Yi, where did you go yesterday?”

He grinned: “I went to find my Shu’er.”

During Wei Yi’s time at Yuhua Pavilion, he mentioned Ji Yinshu every day. Everyone knew that the person he called “Shu’er” was Mister Ji.

So hearing this now wasn’t surprising.

Instead, they said: “Look at that proud expression—no one’s competing with you for her.”

Wei Yi smiled again, getting to the main point. He nudged the young attendant beside him with his elbow: “What were you all just talking about? Tell me quickly, I want to hear…”

Just like an eager child hungry for knowledge.

Several young attendants smiled meaningfully, pointing upstairs with their hands, and asked Wei Yi: “Do you know who’s here?”

“Who?”

“Prince Rong came, so Master isn’t doing business today—says it’s too noisy.”

Wei Yi suddenly understood!

“Oh, so it’s the punching bag.”

The young attendants didn’t understand what he meant, looking at each other and shrugging their shoulders.

A moment later, a young attendant said: “Our master and Prince Rong have such a good relationship—they grew up together. Could the two of them be…”

He laughed evilly a few times.

The whole group laughed together, while Wei Yi scratched his head, not understanding.

But Ji Yinshu, not far away, understood.

She hadn’t expected people in ancient times to be so open-minded. It seemed she was the outdated one.

She let out a soft breath, glanced up at the pavilion upstairs, then walked over to Wei Yi’s side. She took the wine he was holding in his arms without saying a word and headed upstairs to the pavilion.

Upstairs in the pavilion!

Jingrong and Muruo sat facing each other. Unusually, Muruo was making tea. He tossed a small piece of charcoal into the small stove, placed the teapot on top, and began fanning it with a tiny fan.

The air filled with a faint fragrance of tea.

Refreshing to the heart!

Jingrong watched him amusing himself for quite a while before asking: “Don’t you dislike drinking tea?”

“That’s right!”

“Then why are you making tea? I won’t drink it.”

“I’m not making it for you.”

“…” Jingrong was at a loss for words.

Muruo raised his eyes, seeing his face turn slightly green, and smiled, saying: “Not liking to eat pork doesn’t mean one can’t slaughter pigs.”

Brother, are you naturally this funny?

The corner of Jingrong’s mouth twitched, unable to refute.

Just then, Ji Yinshu came upstairs and heard this remark. She nearly laughed out loud, but fortunately, her self-control was still quite good.

She placed the jar of wine in her hand on the bamboo-woven table and said to Muruo:

“Here, the wine you wanted.”

Jingrong and Muruo’s gazes slowly moved up from those fair, slender fingers, settling on Ji Yinshu’s clean face.

Neither seemed surprised!

“Sit!”

Muruo pulled the wine jar over, using his chin to gesture toward the bamboo chair beside them, indicating she should sit down.

Meanwhile, Jingrong’s burning gaze, like the peach blossoms of February, stared at her intently.

Ji Yinshu said: “No need, I shouldn’t disturb you two.”

“Sit down!” Jingrong spoke up.

Muruo, as if watching a good show, continued making tea.

Ji Yinshu, unusually, obeyed Jingrong’s words and sat down obediently.

“Just came from the Capital Magistrate’s Office?”

“You already know?” she asked.

The corner of Jingrong’s lips curved up with a proud little look in his eyes: “Lang Bo has been following you all along. I know all your movements.” After saying this, he quickly added: “By the way, that person really wasn’t killed by your elder sister?”

Clearly disbelieving!

“I didn’t see it myself. The people who were there also said they didn’t see it, and there were no abnormalities on Miss Liang’s body.”

“Her luck is really good!” Jingrong remarked.

Ji Yinshu was somewhat speechless.

At this moment, Muruo finished making the tea. He poured only one cup for Ji Yinshu, placing it in front of her, and asked: “Miss Ji, guess what we were just discussing?”

“Hm?”

“It shouldn’t be difficult for you, right?”

Difficult!

Who knows what random things you men chat about?

But then, upon further thought, Ji Yinshu seemed to realize something.

She said: “Could it be about His Majesty’s birthday celebration?”

“Indeed clever.” Muruo laughed heartily.

Jingrong’s expression grew more serious as he looked at her and asked: “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Your Highness is asking me?”

“Yes.”

“But Your Highness’s gift seems to have nothing to do with me.”

“You and I are now tied to the same rope—of course it’s related.”

“You are you, I am I.” Ji Yinshu’s tone was very light.

As the two exchanged words, Muruo on the side simply—

Held up the jug of wine Ji Yinshu had brought and turned away to drink.

Quite leisurely!

When Jingrong heard her say “You are you, I am I,” he wasn’t annoyed. Instead, he smiled.

He picked up the cup of tea in front of Ji Yinshu and took a sip.

Only then did he slowly say: “In the future, even if you want to leave the capital, there’s no need for us to draw such clear lines.”

These words sounded quite plain, but Ji Yinshu detected a hint of sourness in them.

She turned her gaze sideways, not answering for a long while.

Jingrong’s peripheral vision remained on her as he asked again: “What do you say—would it be good for this prince to give a writing brush made of purple bamboo?”

Returning to the main topic again.

Ji Yinshu thought for a moment and said seriously: “Your Highness doesn’t want to show off, correct?”

“Yes, this prince prefers to keep a low profile.”

“Then you should send something valuable.”

Something valuable?

Jingrong’s brow furrowed, not understanding: “Didn’t this prince just say I want to keep a low profile?”

“Your Highness should be aware of His Majesty’s suspicious nature, shouldn’t you? The more low-key your gift, the more different from others it becomes. In His Majesty’s eyes, he’ll only think Your Highness is meticulous in your thoughts. It would be better to directly send something more ostentatious, following the crowd—that would actually conceal Your Highness’s edge.”

This explanation was truly enlightening!

The smile at the corner of Jingrong’s lips grew even deeper as he lowered his eyes.

This woman was terrifyingly clever!

“Good, this prince will listen to you.”

How obedient.

Ji Yinshu took a deep breath and stood up, saying: “I should return to Bamboo Creek Garden first. I can’t delay ‘The Linjing Case’ any longer.”

Before Jingrong could even speak, she had already turned and descended from the pavilion.

Just after she went down, Muruo deliberately tapped his fingers on the table.

He asked a question.

“Not going to pursue?”

Jingrong’s brow furrowed.

After a long moment, he suddenly stood up.

“Pursue! Of course I must pursue!”

And so, he chased after Ji Yinshu.