No background?

Yet he still has a group of subordinates willing to risk their lives for him—who would believe that?

However, it also proved that this person was far from simple!

Jingrong didn’t want to make things worse, and besides, Wei Yi had only been frightened and would be fine after resting for two days!

That brat should also taste the consequences of losing his temper recklessly.

Fang Mingsan bowed and said, “Your Highness, should this official…”

Go and punish Yun Tongyang!

Before he could finish speaking, Jingrong raised his hand to interrupt!

“You just need to order people to guard this courtyard well and take good care of Young Master Wei. Don’t let him run around again.”

“Yes!”

Jingrong turned sideways, leaned close to Ji Yunshu, and whispered in her ear, “This prince has already sent people to the Chang and Li residences—consider it repayment for warming this prince’s bed previously.”

Ji Yunshu: “…”

She glared at him fiercely!

“You’ve also been exhausted for two days. Hurry back to your courtyard and rest properly. If you collapse from exhaustion, even if we give you another ten days to half a month, you still won’t be able to investigate the truth of this case.”

Without waiting for Ji Yunshu to respond, he directly pushed her toward Shi Zijin and ordered, “Take your master back to rest properly. Guard the door, and if she dares to come out, use that sword in your hand to break her legs!”

Uh!

You’re too cold and cruel!

Yet—

Shi Zijin actually replied, “Yes!”

Yes, my foot!

Ji Yunshu’s face turned livid.

And in the end, she was forcibly dragged away by Shi Zijin.

Afterward, Jingrong also dismissed Fang Mingsan and the others, only calling Shi Ziran aside.

He asked in a low voice, “How are things in the capital?”

Shi Ziran’s expression became serious. “Just as Your Highness expected, before Zijin and I even entered the city gates, we had already detected Prince Yi’s troops surrounding the area outside the city gates. It wasn’t blatant, but it seems Prince Yi had made preparations early on. If Your Highness were to return to the capital, they would definitely intercept you along the way, doing everything possible to prevent Your Highness from returning to the capital.”

Just as expected!

Jingrong’s brow furrowed several times, and his expression hardened. “That Jing Yi would do this is within expectations, but…”

“What does Your Highness suspect?”

“This prince only just left the capital, yet he has already deployed his own secret guards outside the city—isn’t that worrying unnecessarily?”

“Could Prince Yi have other plans?” Shi Ziran wondered.

Jingrong’s eyes deepened. “When the Crown Prince surrounded the palace to commit regicide, the Eastern Palace troops surrounded the entire Fuyang Hall. If we say Jing Yi wants to follow suit step by step, it’s not impossible.”

“That can’t be, Your Highness. Prince Yi doesn’t have such audacity.”

“Even the Crown Prince had such audacity—why wouldn’t Jing Yi? Moreover, his deployment of secret guards outside the capital gates must be precautionary measures. If one day the Emperor’s decision is not within the scope of what he can accept, perhaps the palace siege and regicide at Fuyang Hall will ultimately evolve into a siege of the capital to seize the throne.”

Siege of the capital to seize the throne!

How shocking!

Even Shi Ziran, who had seen much of the world, felt a chill in his heart.

Jingrong couldn’t understand what Jing Yi was so afraid of.

The Crown Prince being incompetent was a fact. No matter how much the Emperor doted on him, the person who ultimately ascended to the throne could not possibly be Jing Hua. And Jing Yi could clearly just be a proper Prince Yi, waiting for the Crown Prince to be deposed, waiting for the court officials to defect to his side, and then be elevated to Crown Prince.

Wouldn’t that be good?

Couldn’t he wait even a few years?

Yet he was so ruthless that he would rather mercilessly kill several of his own brothers than keep his conscience to arrange a backup plan for himself!

So in the end, the Crown Prince died, and Jingrong was forced onto a path where he had no choice but to compete.

Now, it was a new path, a new situation.

Today’s entire situation was created by Jing Yi’s so-called “unnecessary worrying,” his so-called “precautionary measures.”

Thinking of this, he actually let out a deep sigh.

He said nothing.

Shi Ziran then said, “I only left the capital to eat vegetarian food at a temple for half a year—how did the entire capital change so much? It’s really quite lively.”

Holding the sword in his hands!

Jingrong swept a glance at him and said, “Alright, in any case, you return to the capital every few days to gather information, and also see if Jing Yi’s secret guards have any further movements. Report at any time.”

“Understood.”

“Also, tell Lu Jiang to stop watching Prince Yi’s residence to avoid Jing Yi detecting it. As for later arrangements, wait for this prince’s notification.”

“Yes.”

While the two were talking together, Muruo was in Wei Yi’s room.

He sat by the bedside, staring eagerly at the person on the bed.

Muttering to himself, “You boy, you truly have the fortune accumulated over eight lifetimes! Miss Ji treats you so well. If in this life one encounters such a person, if you don’t marry her, you should marry into her family.”

Saying this, he sighed regretfully again. “It’s a pity you foolish boy, even if the beauty is a dove, it’s not occupying your nest.”

What a pity, what a pity!

Although Wei Yi was sleeping on the bed, he looked like a lazy person in deep sleep, twisting his body and nuzzling the blanket in his arms.

Very adorable.

Muruo tucked the blanket around him, stood up, opened the door, closed the door, and went out.

Just as Jingrong finished talking with Shi Ziran!

“When did you master and servant start having secrets? Huddled together whispering.”

Muruo teased!

Not forgetting to wear an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, he squinted at them, then sat down on the long bench in the outer corridor, crossing his legs and revealing a lazy posture.

Jingrong waved his hand, dismissing Shi Ziran, then walked over and kicked at the leg Muruo had propped up.

Muruo nearly tumbled sideways!

“What kind of medicine did you take?”

He patted his robe, glaring at him.

Jingrong looked indifferent and asked, “How is Wei Yi really? Tell the truth.”

“What truth? Didn’t I already say? He was just severely frightened and will be fine after resting for two days.”

“I want the truth!”

“That is the truth!”

Jingrong’s expression turned cold, becoming serious. “Muruo, we grew up together. Whether or not you’re lying, others may not know, but I do.”

This feeling of being exposed was truly unpleasant!

So—

Muruo took a deep breath.

Shrugging his shoulders, “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth.” He sat up properly, looking directly at Jingrong, and asked, “Do you know why Miss Ji sent Wei Yi to my Yuhua Pavilion?”

“To treat his illness.”

“Exactly.”

“So?”

“Wei Yi’s condition was originally very poor. Over these several months that I’ve been administering acupuncture to him, his condition has improved to the point that even I’m surprised. Remember that time before when he said his head hurt? I discovered that his condition was slowly getting better. This incident is not much different from the last time, but it also proves that he is indeed slowly recovering.”

Jingrong listened carefully!

He glanced at the tightly closed door. “So, what you’re saying is, he’s no longer foolish?”

Muruo shook his head. “The boundary between foolish and not foolish isn’t actually clear. It’s just the difference between understanding and not understanding, which cannot be determined by the naked eye. It can also be explained in two other ways: either he has already recovered but hasn’t realized it himself, or he’s pretending to be foolish, but the possibility of pretending is not very high.”

“How can you tell?”

Muruo smiled, with undisguised mockery. “I say, great Prince, if you’re clearly intelligent but deliberately pretend to be foolish and confused, wouldn’t that seem too ignorant?”

Jingrong’s expression soured.

The next moment, he retorted, “Sometimes, intelligent people don’t necessarily live long. Be a little foolish, and live a century.”

Damn it!

So you’re saying someone with high IQ like me—a top student, postdoctoral scholar, overseas elite—will die early?