In front of Official Yin and the guards, Jingrong held the unconscious Ji Yunshu and boarded the carriage, leaving the East Gate entrance.

Naturally, Ji Wanxin followed as well!

Watching the carriage gradually recede into the distance, Official Yin’s anxious heart could barely settle down.

In the distance, Jing Yi’s gaze also followed that carriage as it gradually moved farther away, brightening considerably. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he had already grasped the banner of victory.

Success was only one step away!

“Jingrong, this prince is waiting for you to obediently leave the capital. For the rest of your life, don’t even think about returning!”

His voice was sinister!

Immediately after, he waved his hand at Dou Quan.

“Return to the manor.”

He lowered the carriage curtain.

Dou Quan acknowledged and drove the horse away from the East Gate.

At Prince Rong’s Manor!

When Ji Yunshu was brought back, her entire body was covered in blood, her face was deathly pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her weak body was also faintly trembling.

Before long, Muruo arrived.

When he saw Ji Yunshu lying on the bed, he was startled for a moment. The woman on the bed was lying face down, her light-colored garments stained with blood, looking like a piece of crushed meat patty.

A moment later, he drew a deep breath, shook his head, and walked to sit by the bedside, ordering someone to fetch a basin of hot water.

Jingrong stood to one side, his gaze fixed tightly on the back of Ji Yunshu’s head.

His expression was grave.

After a long while, he said to Muruo: “She cannot come to harm.”

Muruo glanced at him.

He asked: “If she dies, what about you?”

“I won’t be able to live either.” Without the slightest hesitation.

Muruo wasn’t surprised by his answer, only saying: “Jingrong, sooner or later, either you’ll cause her death, or she’ll cause yours.”

With a hint of reminder, and also a hint of reproach!

Jingrong didn’t speak.

These words were all heard by Ji Wanxin standing to the side. Her ten fingers curved, her fingertips pressing tightly into her palms, the sharp nails pressing into her flesh, as if with just a bit more force, the nails would sink deep inside.

At this moment, she truly hoped Ji Yunshu would never wake up!

Yet on her gentle exterior, she concealed all her thoughts, revealing only deep sympathy, looking at the person on the bed with tearful eyes.

Shortly after, Muruo dismissed everyone from the room, leaving only Shi Zijin and Ji Wanxin.

He spent the time it takes to burn an incense stick applying medicine to Ji Yunshu’s back, then gave her a medicinal pill to swallow. With Ji Wanxin’s help, he finally bandaged the wound and changed her clothes.

Muruo wiped the blood from his hands, straightened his garments, picked up a writing brush and wrote several medicine names on paper, handing it to Shi Zijin.

He instructed: “Go to Yuhua Pavilion and have Xiao Tong prepare several doses according to the list and send them over.”

Shi Zijin grabbed the list and disappeared in an instant!

At this moment, Jingrong sat by the bedside. The hand in his sleeve lifted a few inches, but after a long pause, he lowered it again, clenching it into a fist and keeping it hidden in his sleeve. His profound eyes gazed at Ji Yunshu’s pale face, his gaze fixed for a long while before he finally looked away.

He stood up and walked to Muruo’s side, asking: “How is she?”

Muruo didn’t even look at him: “Her body was already weak, and now she’s suffered this ordeal. In severe cases, she’ll be bedridden for several months; in lighter cases, one month. However, with me here, it won’t be that serious. At most, seven or eight days and she’ll be fine.”

He waved his hand dismissively!

“Mm!” He nodded, saying coldly: “You stay here for now. I’m going out.”

Saying this, he strode out the door.

Muruo chased after him and grabbed him, asking: “You’re going to see Prince Yi?”

It clearly wasn’t a question, but a statement of certainty!

Jingrong wasn’t surprised that Muruo knew about this matter. After all, that young man was extremely well-informed.

So he nodded his head.

Muruo sighed: “This truly is a matter ordained by heaven—no one can change it. Jingrong, oh Jingrong, this is fate!”

Jingrong didn’t say more and left.

By the time Muruo turned back inside, Ji Wanxin was coughing quite severely.

He pulled her over to sit down: “Let me take your pulse.”

“Thank you.”

Muruo placed a handkerchief on Ji Wanxin’s wrist and lightly placed his fingertips on it.

After a short while, he withdrew his hand.

“Miss, your body is deficient and you have a cold constitution. You caught a chill when you were young and never properly recuperated, which is why it left this chronic condition.”

“Master Muruo is indeed a divine physician. My illness is an old ailment that cannot be cured.”

“Illness arises from the heart.” Muruo spoke this sentence, then picked up his brush and wrote another prescription on paper, handing it to her: “After you return, prepare several doses according to this prescription and take them regularly every day. Although it cannot cure the root cause, it will have an alleviating effect.”

He explained everything carefully.

Ji Wanxin took the prescription and thanked him: “Thank you, Master Muruo.”

“No need!” He said indifferently.

“Is Master Muruo close friends with Prince Rong?”

“Mm!”

Ji Wanxin’s eyes lowered slightly, then she casually added: “Prince Rong treats Yunshu very well. I imagine Master Muruo has never seen Prince Rong treat any woman like this before?”

Such strange questions!

Muruo appeared to be a carefree person, but he was actually quite shrewd at heart.

He put down what he was holding and looked at Ji Wanxin with scrutinizing eyes, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly: “Is Second Miss Ji very concerned about Prince Rong?”

Uh!

Muruo was Muruo—straightforward, calling things as they were, too lazy to hide what was on the tip of his tongue.

Ji Wanxin hadn’t expected her little thoughts to be caught. Feeling uneasy, her palms immediately broke out in sweat, yet she pretended to be calm and explained: “Master Muruo has misunderstood. I was just asking casually.”

Muruo smiled and didn’t respond.

At Prince Yi’s Manor!

Jing Yi sat on a cushion in the hall. On the table before him lay a thin sheet of paper. He held a writing brush in one hand, dipped it in ink, grasped his wide sleeve with the other hand, and began writing something on the paper.

With great interest!

On the bamboo mat sat a small incense burner. Fragrance drifted from its small opening, permeating the room and seeping into one’s heart and mind.

In the quiet environment, one could almost hear the sound of the brush moving across the paper.

Until the sound of footsteps broke the current silence—

Jing Yi didn’t raise his head, continuing to write on the paper, while his thin, cold lips that caught the light curved up wickedly.

He knew who had come!

Jingrong walked in with a cold expression, standing before him.

He didn’t call out to him!

And he didn’t acknowledge him either!

Not until Jing Yi’s brush completed the final stroke.

Placing the brush on the ivory brush rest, he looked at the characters he had written and admired them: “Good.”

Shameless!

Then he finally raised his head to look at Jingrong before him, saying with a smile: “The illustrious Prince Rong, what brings you here today with such leisure time? Just now I heard that the exceptionally intelligent Scholar Ji went to beat the imperial drum outside the East Gate. How did it go? Did she endure forty rod strikes and actually get her petition heard? Or…”

Did she die?

For the last two words, Jing Yi showed some restraint.

Jingrong’s expression was impassive. He had no interest in listening to this nonsense, so he asked directly.

“The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review is your man. I believe you’ve also interfered in this case, haven’t you?”

Jing Yi thought carefully, looking puzzled: “A case? What case?”

I don’t know about any case!

An expression of feigned ignorance.