As seen, Lang Bo came riding up on horseback, carrying many scrolls on his body, all tied to his back…

Lang Bo pulled the reins, quickly dismounted, and gave the scrolls he brought to Ji Yinshu.

“Master Ji, I’ve brought all the paintings on your desk. Is this correct?”

Ji Yinshu opened one of the scrolls. On the scroll was an incomplete portrait—one could roughly make out an appearance, but it wasn’t clear.

Jingrong squinted at the scroll: “This is your so-called important thing?”

She nodded!

“This portrait is of that problematic skeleton from last time. I want to bring it along the journey to study slowly.”

Only then did Jingrong understand.

Ji Yinshu had already rolled up the scroll. Glancing at the carriage behind, she said: “I’ll go check on Granny Xie first.”

“This prince will wait for you in the carriage.”

“Mm!”

Ji Yinshu first placed the painting in the carriage, then went to find Granny Xie.

Granny Xie sat inside the carriage, her heart both somewhat excited and somewhat anxious and worried.

Excited that her daughter’s case had finally succeeded in appeal, yet worried that this case would ultimately still yield nothing!

Her emotions were intertwined!

Making her break out in a cold sweat.

When Ji Yinshu lifted the carriage curtain, Granny Xie began crying in gratitude.

Her eyes bloodshot, her body leaning toward the outside of the carriage.

“Master Ji, thank you, truly thank you…”

She almost knelt down inside the carriage!

Ji Yinshu quickly said: “Granny Xie, no need to thank me. This trip to Yufu will take some time on the road. Rest assured, the Court of Judicial Review has already accepted this case. They will certainly give your daughter justice.”

“Mm, then everything will trouble Master Ji.”

“You should also take good care of your health. Don’t catch cold.”

“Mm!” Granny Xie sniffled, her eyes full of tears.

After comforting her for a few moments, Ji Yinshu boarded Jingrong’s carriage.

Jingrong was sitting inside. Without inquiring about Granny Xie’s situation, he just squinted his eyes and instructed Lang Bo outside.

“Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

Lang Bo responded and ordered the group to move.

The carriage slowly left the entrance of Prince Rong’s residence.

For this trip where Jingrong left the capital to investigate the disaster relief silver, aside from Jing Zhaoyin coming by once, not a single official came to inquire. Even Emperor Qizhen only issued an imperial edict and paid no further attention.

When the carriage was almost at the city gate, Jingrong suddenly thought of something and asked Ji Yinshu: “Did you tell Wei Yi about going to Yufu County?”

She shook her head.

“I couldn’t bear to tell him. However, this morning, I already had someone send a letter to Yuhua Pavilion for Muruo, asking him to help me look after Wei Yi, and also requesting he not tell Wei Yi. I’m worried he’ll search everywhere for me.”

“You’ve thought this through quite thoroughly!”

“You’re not unaware of Wei Yi’s temperament!”

As soon as these words came out, Jingrong’s face showed jealousy, yet he forcefully suppressed this jealousy.

His handsome brows inadvertently raised as he said: “Since you can’t bear to part with him, why not bring him along?”

Ji Yinshu could hear the vinegar in his words. Looking at him with smiling eyes, she then said seriously: “Yufu is really too far. Bringing him would be truly inconvenient.”

“What if it were close?”

“I want him to stay by Muruo’s side.”

“For treatment?”

“Mm!”

Ji Yinshu nodded.

Jingrong thought of a question and suddenly asked her: “If one day his illness is cured, if Wei Yi suddenly recovers, have you thought about the future?”

Huh?

Ji Yinshu didn’t quite understand his meaning.

“Why suddenly ask this?”

Jingrong said: “Technically speaking, you’re still Wei Yi’s unbetrothed wife.”

Bringing up exactly what shouldn’t be mentioned!

But this was indeed an issue that should be considered. After all, Master Wei and Madam Wei had already passed away, and the marriage engagement hadn’t been officially called off. Now, Ji Yinshu was still Wei Yi’s fiancée.

Ji Yinshu didn’t really want to discuss this matter. She only said: “Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei died because of me through a twist of fate. What I owe Wei Yi, I can never repay in a lifetime. Apart from apology, I can only do my best to care for him. But I cannot marry him. I don’t want to deceive him or myself because of a marriage decided by the previous generation.”

The meaning was clear!

Jingrong fell silent, understanding in his heart. He squinted his eyes, leaned back, and said softly: “Mm, this prince understands.”

Then, there was no more movement.

At this moment, the carriage had already exited the city gate!

After traveling a stretch of road, they got onto the official road. The weather improved, the sun blazed overhead, and the tree shade was inviting. Though the official road into the capital carried a hint of coolness that dispelled the heat!

Suddenly—

The carriage stopped!

Sensing the carriage wasn’t moving, Jingrong frowned and asked: “What’s wrong?”

Lang Bo’s voice came from outside: “Your Highness, there’s a carriage blocking the center up ahead. This section of road is narrow—we can’t get past!”

“Oh?”

Which blind fool has no manners!

Jingrong and Ji Yinshu both leaned out their bodies together.

Right in front of their carriage, an ink-colored simple carriage was parked squarely in the center. By the looks of it, it wasn’t from an official household, nor from a wealthy family!

Just as Jingrong was about to send Lang Bo over—

From the front carriage, a foot dangled out, swaying for quite a while. Then half a body and one hand emerged.

In that wide sleeve, a jug of wine was being carried.

A few drops of wine were flowing from the jug’s mouth, sliding down the body of the jug, dripping onto the parched earth. Carried by the wind, it scattered a faint wine fragrance.

That wine fragrance—wasn’t that the wine Prince Xian brewed!

So the person sitting in the front carriage was none other than Muruo!

Just as Jingrong and Ji Yinshu had figured this out, Muruo had already jumped down from the carriage, carrying wine, his robes fluttering as he walked over, squinting his wine-drunk eyes.

Then, he gave Jingrong and Ji Yinshu a “silly grin.”

He shouted: “Why so late? This blazing sun—I’ve been waiting so long I’m about to die of heat, and the wine I brought is almost finished!”

That appearance!

Truly comical enough.

Jingrong jumped down from the carriage, looked him up and down, and asked: “Why are you here?”

“Of course to go to Yufu with you! I heard that place is quite beautiful. How could I miss beautiful scenery? Besides, with you not in the capital, there’s nothing interesting for me to do there, so I’ve been waiting here for you for quite a while.”

Just as he finished speaking, his body became unsteady, so he simply leaned against the carriage…

Ji Yinshu also came down from the carriage and asked worriedly: “What about Wei Yi?”

“Wei Yi?” Muruo’s eyeballs rolled upward, and his mouth began muttering: “Wei Yi? Where did he go?”

Brother, you can’t be serious!

Ji Yinshu’s heart tightened at his muttered words.

But Muruo’s eyes suddenly brightened—

His finger pointed toward the front carriage.

“Look! That foolish boy is sleeping in the front carriage. I just gave him a mouthful of wine and he collapsed. His alcohol tolerance is terrible, yet he was clamoring to taste something fresh!”

So did you force the wine on him?

Or did Wei Yi want to taste something fresh?