Muruo had at some point walked over and sat down in the corridor, leaning against the red lacquered pillar behind him, one foot propped up, lazily.

Surprisingly, he no longer had wine in his hand!

He also looked at the heavy rain outside, muttering to himself, “June, a rainy season. Rain after rain—who knows when it will stop?”

Jingrong turned his head. The light from the lantern happened to fall on his face.

Casting an orange-red glow.

He asked Muruo, “Where’s Wei Yi?”

“He’s telling his little companions stories about what happened in the capital. When I came out, he seemed to be talking about something involving… bells. It was all jumbled up and I couldn’t understand it well, so I came out.”

“How is he doing now?”

“You mean Wei Yi?”

“Mm.”

Muruo was silent for a moment, then shook his head in puzzlement. “I took his pulse. Based on the pulse reading, it seems he’s gradually getting better, and given his unusual behavior these past days, he indeed resembles a normal person’s performance. But… I don’t know, I really don’t know. What about you? What are your thoughts?”

Jingrong remained silent for a long while before saying, “If he’s recovered, it’s a good thing. Yunshu’s heart can also be at ease.”

“But I see you’re not very happy.”

“I have a concern in my heart.”

His eyes deepened.

Muruo’s lips moved. “I know what you’re worried about. Master Ji told me—it’s about… the truth of Wei Yi’s parents’ deaths.”

Yes, Muruo understood him well.

Jingrong didn’t plan to hide it. He nodded and spoke directly, “That’s right. What I’m most worried about is that after Wei Yi becomes lucid, when he learns that his parents died from poison because of his unintentional actions, he will definitely blame himself. Moreover, I also don’t want him to hate Yunshu because of this.”

“Aren’t your concerns perhaps unnecessary?”

“Perhaps!”

A heavy tone!

The topic ended there as well.

A short while later!

Lang Bo hurried over to report, “Your Highness, Ji Shuhan has arrived. He’s seeking an audience at the gate. With the heavy rain outside, I had no choice but to lead him to the front hall.”

“Ji Shuhan?”

Interesting!

That old fellow’s ears were quite sharp—he found out so quickly that he’d come to Jinjiang.

He smiled. “Go brew him a cup of hot tea to warm him up, and then… let him wait.”

Wait?

Lang Bo paused. “Yes.”

And he left.

Muruo laughed. “Ji Shuhan? Master Ji’s father?”

“Mm, an old jackal.”

“This person seems to have served as Vice Minister of Rites in the court.”

“Your memory is quite good.”

“Not bad.” Muruo wasn’t modest at all. He continued, “His son Ji Yuanzhi died, and the old lady of the Ji family also died. I don’t know whether to sympathize or say they got what they deserved.”

Jingrong smiled without speaking.

Afterward, after waiting about half an hour, Jingrong slowly went over.

In the hall, Ji Shuhan stood respectfully.

Seeing Jingrong arrive, he immediately cupped his hands in greeting.

“Enough, Minister Ji need not be so courteous.” He sat down and pointed his hand at the chair beside him. “You sit too. At your age, don’t stand until your legs give out.”

Ji Shuhan’s expression turned sour.

He had no choice but to sit!

Jingrong glanced outside. “With such heavy rain, Minister Ji still made a special trip here. Is there something? Or?”

Ji Shuhan said respectfully, “Knowing that Your Highness had arrived, I dared not be negligent, so I hurried over to pay my respects to Your Highness.”

“I accept your greetings.” He smiled.

The atmosphere in the room became extremely cold and heavy.

The two hadn’t chatted more than a few sentences when, coincidentally at this moment, Ji Yunshu had already returned from the Liu residence. That thin, frail figure gradually walked over from the entrance.

Ji Shuhan looked over. Those pupils gradually contracted, staring fixedly at this daughter whom he had expelled from the family register.

In his eyes, filled with hatred and murderous intent. The hand inside his robe clenched into a fist, veins bulging on his forehead. But because Jingrong was beside him, he restrained himself somewhat. Otherwise, he would definitely have stepped forward to kill this unfilial daughter.

This little beast who caused her own brother’s death, angered her grandmother to death, and burned down the family home!

Ji Yunshu slowly walked to the outside of the main hall, shook off the rainwater from her umbrella, folded it up, and placed it by the doorframe outside before entering.

Seeing Ji Shuhan there, she wasn’t surprised at all. Her entire demeanor was extremely cold and indifferent, as if this man who shared the same blood flowing through his veins was a transparent person.

She even more brazenly sat down, poured herself a cup of hot tea on her own, and drank two sips.

She complained, “The weather outside is really cold.”

Jingrong secretly laughed!

Indeed, Ji Shuhan was an old jackal, and Ji Yunshu was a young jackal, specially treating all kinds of insubordination!

The atmosphere in the hall became cold to the extreme, like the weather in January, frozen like ice.

Ji Shuhan just sat silently, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart.

After Ji Yunshu finished that cup of hot tea, she said to Jingrong, “Your Highness, could you allow me to speak some words with my father?”

“Of course.”

Jingrong answered readily. With a hint of a smile, he stood up and said to Ji Shuhan, “Minister Ji, I’ll be right outside. You father and daughter should have a good reunion.”

The implication: I’ll be right outside. If you dare make a move, I’ll show you what’s what.

Ji Shuhan could only nod in response.

After Jingrong left, the two people in the hall remained silent for about a quarter of an hour.

After Ji Yunshu finished another cup of hot tea, she was the first to speak. “Your health has never been good, and the weather has been variable lately. You should pay more attention to your body. With today’s weather, you didn’t need to come see Prince Rong. Whether you come or not, he won’t care.”

Who knew, Ji Shuhan’s brow furrowed fiercely.

“This is proper etiquette and cannot be omitted. You’ve forgotten everything I taught you since childhood.”

The look of disappointment that iron cannot become steel!

Ji Yunshu wasn’t annoyed either. She coldly replied, “How could I forget what Father taught me? It’s just that some things needn’t be displayed on the surface, otherwise they seem too deliberate. I remember—this is also what Father said.”

“I’m not your father. You’re no longer part of the Ji family.”

“Yes, I’m no longer part of the Ji family. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten.”

Her tone was always bland and watery!

Precisely because of this, Ji Shuhan became even more furious.

That face twisted together as he pointed at her. “How could my Ji family have a daughter like you? You caused Yuanzhi’s death. If you hadn’t insisted on investigating, he wouldn’t have died. At that time, Luan’er had already taken the blame, yet you still had to come out and investigate. The result was that your grandmother was also angered to death by you. What sins did I, Ji Shuhan, commit to make you the sinner of my Ji family?”

“Sinner?” She laughed coldly twice, her eyes turning severe. “Ji Yuanzhi got what he deserved. His death isn’t worth anyone’s sympathy or anyone’s guilt. I did it not only for Luan’er but also for the truth. He killed someone and must pay the price.”

Her words were cold and severe!

The corners of Ji Shuhan’s mouth twitched for a long while, unable to produce half a word.

Ji Yunshu continued, “I know you hate me, think I’m the shame of the Ji family, wish you could beat me to death like you beat Ji Pei to death back then. But even so, the one you should hate is me, not using your own power and influence to submit petitions to the court, relying on your and Big Brother and Second Brother’s power to pressure the Ministry of Personnel, getting Magistrate Liu’s official position revoked. He handled Ji Yuanzhi’s case impartially—he did nothing wrong!”

Eh!

So the person who caused Liu Qingping to lose his official position was Ji Shuhan.

The purpose was revenge!