The phrase “calculated everything” was filled with his hatred toward Jingrong!

Yet though he hated to the bone with piercing pain, his entire person was like a deflated ball.

“Completely lifeless.”

Facing his accusation, Jingrong slowly lowered the imperial edict raised in his hand. The severity in his eyes diminished somewhat as he said: “The reason I kept this edict wasn’t because I didn’t trust you, but because this is the late Emperor’s testament—it cannot be destroyed, cannot be burned. And after I entrusted this testament to Eunuch Zhang, I never thought of taking it back. If you hadn’t been so stubbornly deluded, forcing me to this point, how would I have brought out the testament?”

“…”

“Wei Yi, you must understand—this testament was never your death warrant from beginning to end. It’s only your warning bell! It’s your mirror! I hope you can wake up and stop continuing down this wrong path. Yunshu and I don’t want to see you become what you are now. If you still turn a deaf ear and refuse to turn back, I will implement the contents of this testament!” Jingrong’s tone carried both persuasion and warning.

Wei Yi’s complexion was now pale.

Perhaps Jingrong’s words had an effect—a flash of awakening seemed to truly cross his eyes.

Then—

He tilted his head back, looking at the magnificent gilded ceiling of the hall, and laughed.

Laughing with extreme bitterness.

His Adam’s apple rolled for a long moment—

“I’ve lost, lost completely and utterly!”

He swept his wide-sleeved robes to the sides, his entire body lying down on the stone steps behind him.

A long sigh!

His desire for power also gradually dissipated bit by bit.

Jingrong looked at him and finally said seriously: “The realm of Great Lin needs a good emperor!”

“The realm of Great Lin needs a good emperor!”

Leaving these words behind, Jingrong departed.

When he left Fuyang Hall, no one dared to stop him.

Several eunuchs exchanged glances.

Not understanding.

Thinking that the Emperor had probably released Prince Rong.

And in the vast hall, only Wei Yi remained alone.

He lay there like a “corpse”!

Those calm, waveless eyes held tears.

After a long while—

He called out: “Someone come.”

Hearing this, two eunuchs outside immediately entered.

When they saw Wei Yi lying there, both were very shocked. Then seeing those two swords on the ground, with one sword still stained with blood.

It made their hearts tremble even more.

They imagined an extremely intense “battle” had just occurred here.

Looking at the scene before them, it appeared the Emperor had lost.

This wasn’t surprising—Prince Rong’s martial arts skills were no joke.

“Your Majesty? What happened to you?”

Wei Yi was silent for quite a while before saying: “Convey my edict…”

…

That night.

Shuiyue Residence.

Ji Yunshu sat blankly in the hall, her hands tightly wringing together.

Her vacant eyes stared ahead.

No movement whatsoever.

Not saying a word.

From last night until now, she had been like this, completely like someone who had lost their soul.

And she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything!

The palace servants in the hall had been worried the whole time. If Miss Ji continued not eating or drinking, when the Emperor blamed them, their heads would probably be in danger again.

“Miss Ji, you should eat something. If you continue like this, your body won’t be able to endure it.”

Another palace servant also urged: “If you continue like this, we slaves will be in big trouble. Miss, please eat something.”

One by one, they began pleading with her.

Ji Yunshu neither acknowledged nor responded.

Not a trace of change on her face.

Her mind was filled with what Wei Yi had done to her last night, scenes flashing through her mind.

An indescribable pain!

Her chest felt like a huge stone was pressing on it, almost suffocating her.

Worse than death!

Just then—

A palace servant hurried in from outside, bowing and saying: “Miss Ji, by the Emperor’s command, we’re to send you back to Prince Rong’s manor.”

Huh?

Had she heard wrong?

Wei Yi was releasing her?

Ji Yunshu’s eyes flickered slightly, her scattered gaze gradually gaining focus as she looked at the palace servant who had hurried in.

After a long moment, she asked softly: “What… did you say?”

The palace servant repeated: “By the Emperor’s command, we’re to send Miss Ji back to Prince Rong’s manor.”

She slowly rose: “Are you certain?”

“It’s the Emperor’s command. This slave wouldn’t dare falsely transmit an edict.”

“What about Prince Rong?”

“Prince Rong is at his manor now.”

“The Emperor released him?”

“Yes!”

Ugh!

Ji Yunshu was surprised. Why would Wei Yi suddenly do this?

However, several threads of relief arose in her heart.

Seeing her long silence without response, the palace servant said: “Miss Ji, the sedan chair awaits outside. Please proceed. We slaves are waiting to send you back.”

Making a gesture of “please”!

Ji Yunshu came to her senses and nodded.

Leaving the hall, she boarded the sedan.

The palace servants carried the sedan chair toward the palace gate.

And right behind the sedan chair, Wei Yi stood there.

His fervent yet guilt-ridden gaze continuously followed that sedan chair.

Watching as the sedan chair grew more and more distant.

The person in the sedan seemed to sense a gaze from behind. She lifted the curtain to look back.

But behind was pitch black!

Nothing there.

So she lowered the curtain.

Behind.

“Shu’er, I’m sorry.”

…

Ji Yunshu returned to Prince Rong’s manor. Just as she descended from the sedan, she saw Jingrong standing at the entrance to greet her.

In that moment, she couldn’t care that they were in public and directly threw herself into Jingrong’s embrace, holding him tightly.

Her eyes moistened.

Jingrong also held her tightly, his large hand stroking her smooth hair, extremely heartbroken.

Though it had only been a few short days, it felt like a lifetime apart.

“Let me look at you.” Jingrong pulled her back, examining her carefully, his hands cupping her cold face.

She said: “I’m fine.”

Jingrong suddenly noticed the wound on her neck. His finger lightly touched it: “What happened here?”

“It’s just a small wound.” She pushed his hand away.

But accidentally touched his injured arm.

“Ugh!” Jingrong murmured.

“What’s wrong?” Ji Yunshu’s nerves tensed as she immediately looked at his injured arm.

“A small wound.” Jingrong said.

But Lang Bo at the side spoke up: “Miss Ji, don’t listen to the Prince. The injury is clearly very serious. Just now the physician…”

“Shut up. If you don’t speak, no one will take you for a mute.” Jingrong rebuked him.

Lang Bo shut his mouth!

Ji Yunshu knew his nature—he always liked to act tough.

So she pulled him to quickly go inside and apply medicine.

The two were alone in the room. Jingrong had removed half his clothing, exposing his solid left shoulder and left arm.

Although the physician had applied medicine to his wound, the wound had split open again. Blood seeped out bit by bit, a sight that made one’s heart ache.

Ji Yunshu carefully applied medicine for him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Jingrong stared at her fixedly.

Watching as she cleaned his wound, applied medicine, wrapped the bandage…

Finally, he pulled her into his embrace.

Ji Yunshu: “Your wound…”

“It’s not important anymore.”

“Jingrong?”

He held her tightly, his entire face buried in her hair, saying: “Everything will clear up after the rain.”