That appearance made Jingrong unable to suppress a smile.

So adorable!

Ji Yunshu said, “We should hurry back. I’m worried about Fu Bo’s injuries.”

“You’ve already left him to Muruo. With him there, what’s there to worry about?”

“I…”

Indeed, she couldn’t refute that. Though Fu Bo had been beaten into serious injury, Muruo’s medical skills were miraculous enough to heal him completely without leaving any lasting harm.

Jingrong said, “You’ve finally returned to Jinjiang—you can’t just stay cooped up in the Wei residence all day, can you? Come, I’ll take you somewhere.”

“Where to?”

A curious expression!

“This prince is hungry.”

Then let’s go home to eat!

She had already been pulled over by Jingrong and forcibly dragged away.

After the torrential rain, the entire Jinjiang streets were permeated with a fresh scent of grass and trees, very refreshing.

The consecutive days of heavy rain had made all the northern regions gloomy and overcast. Now that the rain had finally stopped, the common people had come out to do business, or to walk around and stretch their muscles, and incidentally, to purchase necessary daily necessities and other items.

For a time, the main street was quite lively!

Soon, Jingrong brought her to a roadside noodle stall to sit down.

If she remembered correctly, she had come here with Jingrong before. That fellow had sat down and ordered two bowls of noodles, even instructing the owner on the steps for making them.

So amusing!

Jingrong took out a pair of clean chopsticks from the holder and tapped the table—which had been washed very clean by the rainwater—twice with the top end.

Tap tap…

“This place, do you remember it?”

Ji Yunshu nodded and replied lightly, “I remember!”

“Good that you remember.”

His face bore a smile, no longer bearing that usual cold severity.

Ji Yunshu’s brow furrowed slightly. Too lazy to pay him attention, she touched her own flat stomach, and combined with smelling the fragrant aroma of noodles, suddenly felt hungry.

Her stomach rumbled twice!

Just perfectly heard by Jingrong across from her!

He smiled secretly and called out, “Boss, hurry and bring two bowls of noodles, as fast as possible.”

“Right away.”

The noodle stall owner had only opened for business after the heavy rain stopped. At this moment, he was over there working with steaming hot noodles, sweating profusely!

Soon, he brought out two bowls of noodles.

Jingrong pushed one bowl to her, not forgetting to add a sentence, “This is really nice.”

“Hm?”

“If only I could live with you in this peaceful little county town, that would be wonderful.”

His eyes reflected a deep affection.

She also rarely responded to him with a smile, then began eating.

But Jingrong’s gaze seemed to be glued to her, not moving his chopsticks to stir the noodles before him, which seemed about to congeal into a lump in a moment.

As soon as she raised her head, she met that gaze.

She reached up to touch her face. “Is there something dirty?”

“Don’t move.”

Hm?

Before she could react, Jingrong had already reached his hand toward her, lightly touching the corner of her mouth. His thumb seemed like a thin sheet of paper sliding across the corner of her lips, the movement very gentle and very intimate.

In that instant when their eyes met, sparks flew.

Everything around them seemed to be gradually blurring away…

Ji Yunshu’s heart pounded wildly. Knowing full well it was that man’s routine, and though she had long been immune to it, she still couldn’t help being moved.

She also felt incomparably happy, especially when meeting those deep, bottomless eyes—she would often involuntarily fall in, ultimately unable to extricate herself.

But—

She still shrank back.

So much so that Jingrong’s hand was left hanging in mid-air. After a long while, he withdrew it.

His tone carried ambiguous teasing, “What are you nervous about? Given our relationship, what do you have to be shy about?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” She shot him a glare.

“Little enchantress, you’re always like this.”

She lowered her brow. “Hurry up and eat. Stop with the nonsense.”

She began eating her noodles with gusto.

Seeing this woman’s shy and evasive appearance, Jingrong’s heart bloomed with joy.

Before long—

A small child passed by them, with two little braids tied up, bouncing along, holding a spinning pinwheel in hand, running while blowing on it with all her might.

So adorable!

Jingrong glanced over and his gaze inadvertently caught sight of the spinning pinwheel—it seemed as if he saw many crescent-shaped forms combined together, spinning wildly.

His eyes narrowed, as if he vaguely thought of something.

He called out, “Yunshu.”

Ji Yunshu raised her head. “What is it?”

Getting no response from him, she followed his gaze.

A small child?

Seeing his brow tightly furrowed, Ji Yunshu asked curiously, “Why are you staring at that child?”

“Not staring at that child, but at the pinwheel in her hand.”

“The pinwheel? Is there something strange about that pinwheel?”

Jingrong’s expression was grave as he looked at her. “Do you still remember what I told you before about the crescent-shaped pattern on the jade belonging to Wei Yi’s father? I said I seemed to have seen it somewhere.”

The topic suddenly became serious.

Ji Yunshu froze for a moment, put down her chopsticks, and nodded. “So what about it?”

“Just now when I saw the pinwheel in that child’s hand, I remembered a bit—I saw it when I was young.” He paused. “When I was still at the Eighth Prince’s residence, once when Father Emperor was playing chess with Duke Yuguo, I accidentally knocked over the tea beside them. The water splashed onto Duke Yuguo, and just happened to wet a piece of jade at his waist. He was extremely anxious at the time, standing up to wipe that jade pendant. In that brief moment, I seemed to see a crescent-shaped pattern on that jade, and on the front of that jade, there was also a tiger head seal mark—very similar to the one belonging to Wei Yi’s father.”

The more he spoke, the more uneasy his heart became!

He pondered further, “But if that jade belonged to Duke Yuguo, why would it be with Wei Yi’s father? This doesn’t make sense at all.”

Indeed, it didn’t make sense at all!

Duke Yuguo was a member of the imperial family and had never had any friendship or dealings whatsoever with Wei Yi’s father.

How could he have that jade?

This was exactly what Ji Yunshu found strange.

She simply took out the jade and handed it to Jingrong, saying, “Look at it carefully again. Is it really this piece or not?”

He took it, running his hand over it while thinking carefully.

He shook his head slightly, his brow tightly furrowed. “At that time, I was only three or four years old. It’s been so long—I really can’t say for certain. It’s also possible that the two jades are just too similar.”

Too similar!

Having said that, he returned the jade to Ji Yunshu.

Her fingers rubbed back and forth over the uneven jade surface as she said, “At that time, Zhao Huai also mentioned this jade. He seemed very anxious about whether I was the owner of this jade or not. Plus, he’s been following us this whole way. I have reason to believe this jade is definitely not simple. And now that you’ve said this, I’m even more convinced that this jade must have some secret, and moreover, it may be related to the Wei family, to Wei Yi, or perhaps even to Duke Yuguo.”

Once these words were spoken, it was like an invisible bomb.

Though it seemed like an empty shell, its power was immense!

Jingrong only saw those slender, curved brows of hers knit together, her face full of worry.

He somewhat agreed with her words.

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a commotion.

Looking toward the sound, it was coming from a silk and satin shop!

They could hear a woman making a loud fuss and scolding. Before long, the entrance was surrounded by people, all gossiping and pointing fingers.

They had thought it was an idle matter, no need to pay attention.

Who would have known—

From inside came Ji Wanxin’s voice, soft and gentle.