Don’t want it?

Jingrong lifted his steps and walked in.

As he spoke, “Do you know why it’s called ‘Za Nan Ji’?”

She shook her head!

“It’s just a chaotic, disorderly, completely lawless waste of a book.” He stated outright.

Ji Yinshu was skeptical.

Jingrong directly reached out and took “Za Nan Ji” from her hands, casually flipping through several pages. With complete disdain and contempt on his face, he said, “You’re right not to understand it. Inside, it’s all things without substance. Though it could be considered an ancient text, the ancients had too many miscellaneous thoughts and different preferences. The contents of ‘Za Nan Ji’ are extremely chaotic. If you read it, not only does it hurt the brain, it also wastes time.”

Having said this, he directly tossed the book onto the table!

Without the slightest trace of cherishing it.

Ji Yinshu was puzzled. Her small, crimson lips parted lightly, “Is that so? But this book was personally given to you by Miss Mujin. She’s learned and erudite, full of knowledge, and the books she’s read have accumulated into mountains. What she gave should be a good book.”

Jingrong said directly: “As long as it’s a book you don’t understand, then it’s a miscellaneous book, nothing more than decoration.”

Those deep eyes were extremely serious.

These words were clearly blind sweet talk!

Ji Yinshu was embarrassed!

Powerless to retort, the words in her throat were forcibly choked back.

She simply averted her gaze, which naturally fell on his bandaged palm. Her eyes tightened.

She pursed her lips and asked, “The injury on your hand—is it better?”

“Much better.”

“I heard from Muruo that it was medicine Miss Mujin brought. That medicine is quite effective.” Her tone was light, revealing no emotion, and she added another sentence, “I just didn’t expect Miss Mujin to understand medicine as well.”

Jingrong secretly curved his lips and sat down on the pear blossom chair nearby, raising his injured palm and turning it over twice in the air.

As he asked, “Did you come specifically to show concern for my hand injury?”

“No!”

Concise and to the point.

She lied, directly pushing that bowl of medicine toward him, “I just happened to pass by to deliver medicine to you. The weather is cool, so quickly drink it while it’s hot. Muruo said that when medicine enters the throat, there’s also heat and timing to consider. Drinking it earlier makes the medicine more effective.”

Jingrong glanced at that bowl of medicine. The smile at the corner of his mouth grew even more unbridled. He had no intention of picking it up to drink, but rather restrained his gaze somewhat.

He said, “The medicine Muruo prescribes is really too bitter. He’s absolutely harboring ill intentions, deliberately prescribing these bitter medicines for me. Even if I drink them, they only nourish the body and do nothing good for the hand injury.”

Thus, he pushed the medicine back.

Ji Yinshu said directly, “Good medicine tastes bitter.”

She pushed the medicine back to him again, not forgetting to add sourly, “Although Miss Mujin has been constantly caring for you these past two days, even with a beauty by your side, you can’t stop taking medicine.”

Pfft—

Jingrong laughed.

This little girl’s heart had been full of vinegar all along.

He didn’t plan to continue teasing her, and directly pointed around, asking, “Look around—is that Miss Mujin here? Since she’s not here, how can there be any talk of caring?”

Indeed, she wasn’t in the room or the courtyard!

But who’s to say she isn’t on her way over?

Ji Yinshu pressed her lips together, not responding to his words.

Jingrong supported himself to stand, explaining, “These past two days, Miss Mujin has indeed come often, but not to be by this prince’s side—rather, she’s been with Lang Bo.”

Hm?

What does that mean?

Ji Yinshu stared at him in confusion.

The smile at the corner of Jingrong’s mouth disappeared, revealing a serious and earnest appearance, “This prince has been busy with yamen affairs, plus matters concerning the assassin attack. In my heart I’m both worried about Wei Yi and concerned about you. Where would I have any leisure time to compose poetry with others? To discuss life philosophy? That young lady has a difficult temperament, but she truly is a good person. She’s kind and could be considered free-spirited, but this prince simply doesn’t go for that. Among a cluster of flowers, no matter how brilliantly they bloom, what of it? If it’s not the one this prince favors, naturally I won’t pluck it. So I had Lang Bo deal with her, not letting her enter this courtyard. It’s been hard on Lang Bo—on one hand having to ward her off for me, while on the other hand listening to that young lady recite piles of poetry and prose. His ears have grown calluses.”

Poor Lang Bo.

His words greatly surprised Ji Yinshu.

She frowned, “But I heard Muruo say…”

Before she could finish speaking.

Jingrong blocked her words, “Didn’t I already say that boy Muruo harbors ill intentions? You actually still believe his words?”

Uh!

Ji Yinshu’s pupils widened slightly as sudden realization dawned in her heart. So just now, Muruo and Tang Si had been performing a double act for her.

And she had actually fallen for it!

Still too young.

Jingrong suddenly grasped her cool hand, lowering his head to meet her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, “Yunshu, what are this prince’s intentions? Over this past half year, I’ve never hidden them. You couldn’t still be confused, could you? In this prince’s life, apart from you, my eyes simply cannot hold any other woman. This is a very clear point before your eyes—not open to your doubt.”

He was extremely serious, and within his affectionate gaze was also an irresistible charm.

She opened her mouth and softly said, “I never doubted you. I know clearly how you treat me.”

“Then why are you still angry with this prince?”

“Am I?”

“It’s written all over your face.”

She felt somewhat guilty.

She had to admit that in truth, her heart was indeed uncomfortable.

Her heart was like the weather these past two days—stuffy.

She turned aside, not responding.

Jingrong looked at her small appearance and smiled broadly, though in an instant, the smile was immediately restrained.

He released her hand, turning his gaze toward the continuous drizzle flowing down from the eaves outside.

Turning his back and walking to the doorway, he slowly exhaled these words, “Actually these past two days, I knew your heart was very pained. Wei Yi had an accident, you blamed yourself terribly, and your heart hurt more than anyone’s. I should have been the first to comfort you, to accompany you and Wei Yi, but I didn’t do that. You can say I’m cold-hearted or call me heartless, but Yunshu, I’m even more afraid than you are, because the one who should feel guilty isn’t you—it should be me. From beginning to end, the person Jing Yi wants to eliminate has only been me. I’m so afraid that when I see Wei Yi lying in bed, I’ll become a second Jing Yi who kills without blinking.”

Uh!

Yes, he truly was afraid!

He was afraid that when he saw Wei Yi lying in bed covered in blood and unconscious, the last bit of mercy in his heart toward Jing Yi would completely vanish, and then he’d ruthlessly develop a murderous intent and kill Jing Yi.

Then wouldn’t he truly have become Jing Yi?

Ji Yinshu was surprised.

Her heart pounded tightly!

Looking at his back, tall and imposing as a mountain!

She opened her mouth but couldn’t say a single word.

Jingrong turned around and continued, “So these past two days, it’s been Muruo bringing me news about Wei Yi. Knowing his condition is good, I’m also at ease. Yunshu, I promised you I wouldn’t become a second Jing Yi. This is my promise to you, so even this time, I still choose to give him one more chance. But I don’t guarantee whether this will be the last time.”

In his eyes was a cold chill.