Jingrong stood opposite her, looking at that seemingly casual smile at the corner of her lips.

For a moment, he became somewhat lost in thought, actually forgetting they were in the middle of a conversation.

Being stared at with such eyes was truly rather uncomfortable.

Ji Yunshu turned her head away. “Your Highness’s habit of staring at people—why haven’t you corrected it yet?”

“Can’t correct it!”

“Hm?”

Jingrong’s brow furrowed, tinged with faint tenderness.

“Yunshu.” He called her name softly. The hand at his side slowly lifted, but then dropped down again without resolve.

He only said gently, “I truly wish I could just keep looking at you like this forever.”

If this man were placed in modern times, he’d definitely be a smooth-talking playboy—sweet words just rolled off his tongue.

Ji Yunshu had gotten used to it. She no longer secretly rolled her eyes, nor did she feel as embarrassed as before.

Pressing those small, pink-tender red lips together, she retreated a step backward.

But just as her body should have moved backward with her steps, her wrist was grasped by Jingrong. This forced her retreating steps to move forward instead.

She was just a hair’s breadth away from colliding into Jingrong’s embrace again.

He gazed down at her, wanting to say something.

But just as the words reached his lips…

“Not good, Your Highness! The Princess, she…” Someone cried out from outside the hall.

Jingrong looked over with displeasure. His hand loosened, and Ji Yunshu instantly pulled back, standing far away.

The person outside said, “The Princess is smashing things in the eastern courtyard.”

Smashing things?

The eastern courtyard was Ji Yunshu’s residence. Without paying attention to Jingrong, she quickly headed over.

It could also be considered escaping from Jingrong’s gentle cage!

Jingrong, who had followed closely behind her, stopped his steps at the doorway, not following to the eastern courtyard.

His eyes were somewhat somber.

Actually, his intentions were very clear—no need to hide them.

Yet no matter whether he was gentle or firm, Ji Yunshu was just “impervious to both persuasion and coercion,” blocking him outside the gates of her heart.

However, Jingrong’s nature was inherently persistent. That wall in Ji Yunshu’s heart—even if he had to dig with his bare hands, he would dig out a hole inch by inch so he could burrow through.

Lang Bo approached with small steps. His own prince had become a love-struck fool—this fact, from Jinjiang to the capital along the way, he had also worked hard to adapt to.

“Your Highness!” He called out.

Jingrong didn’t speak, his gaze still looking in the direction Ji Yunshu had left.

Lang Bo then said, “Muruo sent word saying he’s currently in Beiyang City, and that there’s… some song and dance festival there. For the time being, he can’t come.”

“Can’t come?” Jingrong’s tone mixed with anger, his cold eyes darkening. “Tell him that within three days, if he doesn’t appear in the capital, this prince will tear down his Yuhua Pavilion.”

Of course, this wasn’t just talk!

Because it wouldn’t be the first time.

Lang Bo repeatedly acknowledged and quickly went to write a letter to send to Muruo by carrier pigeon.

Jingrong was so urgent for a reason. Muruo was a renowned physician. At a young age, he had received the true teachings of his divine physician father. As long as there was still one breath left, he could bring someone back to life.

Therefore, Jingrong wanted to urgently summon him back to the capital to heal the injuries on Ji Yunshu’s face!

Speaking of Jingrong and him, the two had actually grown up together since childhood and could be said to be closer than brothers.

To put it more intimately, the two had grown up wearing the same underpants.

By rights, their temperaments should also be similar. Yet while Jingrong’s nature was somewhat restrained and subtle, Muruo was…

A wild child!

He loved roaming the world. Wherever there was excitement, that’s where he’d burrow in. He carried a wine flask with him all day, and when drunk would sleep anywhere, whether on the main street or deep in mountain forests.

If one hadn’t personally witnessed him treating people, one would never believe that such a seemingly idle young gentleman could be a divine physician.

Honestly, even Muruo’s deceased father didn’t believe it. When Muruo was small, his father truly felt he’d failed to make steel from iron, constantly complaining to others that he’d sired a worthless child, a little wastrel who only knew how to play in mud.

Who could have known that Muruo not only inherited all his medical skills but surpassed his master?

In short, people his father couldn’t save, he could save!

Poisons his father couldn’t overcome, he could overcome!

Thus, Muruo’s father finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was precisely with this sigh of relief that he drank some wine, swayed unsteadily, fell into the water, and died!

Jingrong originally didn’t want to disturb that kid Muruo’s leisure, but regarding Ji Yunshu’s face, even if he had to use his princely authority, he would have him tied back.

At this moment.

Ji Yunshu had already reached the eastern courtyard. Before even entering, she could hear crackling sounds coming from inside.

Not looking would have been better—one look shocked Ji Yunshu.

All the flowers and plants in the entire courtyard had been smashed to smithereens. Jing Xuan’s face was flushed with anger as she continued smashing. Maids stood all around, but not one dared step forward to stop her.

This scene seemed to return to when Ji Yuanchi had smashed her courtyard—just as hateful!

At this time, Wei Yi was crouched at the corner by the doorway, holding his head tightly, burying it forcefully into his knees, not daring to raise his head even once.

Ji Yunshu immediately rushed before him, crouched down, and embraced his trembling shoulders with both arms.

She said softly in his ear, “Don’t be afraid, Wei Yi. I’m here.”

Hearing Ji Yunshu’s voice, Wei Yi quickly raised his head. His eyes were red, filled with utter panic. He quickly extended his hands to tightly embrace Ji Yunshu’s waist.

“Shu’er, I’m scared. This sister is so fierce.”

“It’s alright, don’t be afraid.” She gently stroked his back.

After Wei Yi calmed down, she led him back into the room.

“Sit here. No matter what happens, don’t come out.” She instructed.

Wei Yi nodded, his hands tightly rubbing his sleeves.

After Ji Yunshu went out, she gently closed the door.

At this time, Jing Xuan was still vigorously smashing the potted plants in the courtyard.

“All useless things! This Princess will smash every single one today.” As she spoke angrily, she smashed two more pots.

Just as she was preparing to lift the next pot, her left hand was gripped by Ji Yunshu. Her fingertips used just a bit of force, causing Jing Xuan pain that brought tears to her eyes.

“It hurts!” She twisted her body, her brow furrowing.

Ji Yunshu’s face was cold, showing no expression, yet it made one shiver with cold.

“You know it hurts, but are these potted plants dead things?”

“What are you doing? Let me go! I’m a princess.”

“So what if you’re a princess? Is smashing courtyards a common ailment among you people?” Her tone carried an oppressive pressure.

Jing Xuan’s body trembled, but her haughty manner didn’t diminish. She exerted force and vigorously shook off Ji Yunshu.

Shouting several times, “These flowers and plants in your courtyard, especially these plum blossoms—this Princess will tear them all out in a bit.”

“Your reason?”

“Because…” Jing Xuan bit her lip, so angry she clenched her fists tightly, saying huffily, “Who told that fool to say I’m not as pretty as these flowers and plants? Where is this Princess inferior to these wretched things?”

Good heavens!

Did all imperial princesses have this kind of inexplicable ailment?

Just because of such a statement, she wanted to smash all the flowers and plants?

Bizarre!

However, Ji Yunshu had no mind to care about these things. Her slender dark brows were like needles, becoming sharp.

She moved a step closer to Jing Xuan.

“Wei Yi is not a fool. From now on, I also won’t allow you to call him that.”

“Uh!”