We are destined to work for the King of Hell. Our left hand holds the life of the murderer, our right hand holds the life of the deceased. If we relax for even a moment, we ourselves will surely die.

Her words rang out forcefully!

The lingering sound was gradually covered by the heavy rain.

But Wen Shisan heard it clearly.

Those words—he had never forgotten them, not for a single moment.

His hands clenched tightly within his robe, then slowly loosened. His eyes carried a dark disdain as he said, “I’ve never forgotten what you said. Master’s teachings are my life motto. Every word, every sentence is branded into my very bones.”

“Yet your actions are those of demons and monsters, claiming people’s lives.”

“But I, Wen Shisan, would rather be a demon than have my hands bound. As long as I can solve cases, I’ll spare no cost. I don’t need to be as timid and hesitant as you, looking ahead and behind.”

Speaking with conviction!

This person was nearly at the edge of madness!

Ji Yunshu shook her head, her voice lowering. “If you still have even a shred of conscience, stop doing wrong things. Stop harming the lives of the innocent.”

“You don’t need to lecture me about these so-called sage principles. Actually, you and I are different. You solve cases while keeping so-called justice on your lips, but I’m different. As long as I can find the real culprit, anyone is worth sacrificing, and they die a worthy death.”

His fierce and terrifying gaze gradually revealed itself, completely covering over his originally gentle demeanor.

Simply put, Wen Shisan could eliminate anyone who stood in his way for the sake of fame and profit.

Human lives in his eyes were nothing more than steps to help him climb higher!

Ji Yunshu: “You truly are beyond redemption.”

Wen Shisan: “You can say whatever you want. In any case, this time with the dry well case, I will definitely solve it before you. When that happens, that renowned Master Ji of the capital will merely become my defeated subordinate, while my name, Wen Shisan, will become a household name. However…” He smiled. “I won’t let you lose too badly. After all, you are my master. You taught me, so I must be grateful. I can’t let you lose completely. But in other words, when the student surpasses the master, that’s also to your credit. You should be happy for this disciple of yours.”

His tone was strange and sarcastic!

Mm!

Should be happy for you.

Should I burn incense for you during holidays too while I’m at it?

Shameless!

Ji Yunshu smiled bitterly. “I was truly blind back then to keep you by my side.”

“You don’t need to speak of yourself that way.” Wen Shisan’s expression turned stern as he continued. “To tell you the truth, this time I came to the capital to help Prince Yi investigate the case, it’s not just to overshadow you. Prince Yi promised that as long as I can help him solve this dry well case before Prince Rong, he’ll give me the position of Director of the Criminal Justice Bureau at the Ministry of Justice.”

His eyes were greedy.

Director of the Criminal Justice Bureau at the Ministry of Justice!

Laughable.

“For those in our profession, the highest position is nothing more than the criminal justice director. If Prince Yi can give it to me, I’ll follow his lead.”

A lapdog!

Ji Yunshu felt it was utterly ridiculous. “Do you think… Prince Yi is trustworthy?”

“Of course he is!”

Ha.

Anyway, she had said everything she could say, but this man remained obstinately stubborn and confused!

She said, “Fine. Then I’ll just have to see if you actually get to sit in that criminal justice director’s position.”

The two faced off!

At this moment—

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked over from the distance.

Because of the thick dark clouds and the pouring rain, their faces couldn’t be seen clearly.

But judging from the silhouettes, it seemed one person was sitting in a wheelchair with someone pushing from behind.

They gradually approached.

Ji Yunshu and Wen Shisan also ended their passionate exchange from moments ago.

Both looked toward the people entering the Zhang Family ancestral hall.

They could see that tall figure with one hand pushing the wheelchair and the other holding an umbrella, but the umbrella was positioned forward, covering the person sitting in the wheelchair, causing his own back to be completely soaked. Rain water dripped from his hair, flowing down from top to bottom on his dark-skinned face. Looking carefully, one could even see knife scars on his face—not particularly long, but several of them. Perhaps because they hadn’t been properly treated, the scars hadn’t healed well and looked like centipedes crawling on his face.

The person sitting in the wheelchair had a head full of white hair, but combed very neatly. By appearance, he was over sixty years old. His gaze was somewhat vacant, his expression gloomy, and in his hands he held a lantern with a candle flame flickering inside, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

When the two reached the entrance, the young man pushing the wheelchair closed the umbrella, leaned it against a pillar, and shook off the rain water from his body.

Probably because Wen Shisan and Ji Yunshu were standing in a relatively dark area, they didn’t attract attention.

The young man then pushed the wheelchair inside.

Something suddenly reflected light—that spot of light, square and direct, flashed sharply before Ji Yunshu’s eyes.

It blinded her so she couldn’t open her eyes for that instant.

Instinctively she turned her head away.

By the time she adjusted, those two people had already gone inside.

Inside the room.

When the two entered, the wheelchair made creaking and squeaking sounds, somewhat grating.

The commotion was quite loud.

Everyone looked over.

One person, as if his soul had departed, sat in the wheelchair holding a lantern, his gaze vacant.

One person, like a drowned rat, though his face was covered in scars, his behavior seemed honest—he didn’t look like a villain.

Seeing this, Village Chief Zhang quickly came forward and slapped the young man, reminding him, “Zhang Daqi, what are you doing? Don’t you see the two princes are here?”

The person called Zhang Daqi seemed somewhat timid. His gaze swept over the two princes one by one, revealing a panicked expression. His hands clumsily clasped together and he bowed forward, speaking in a thick, vigorous voice, “This lowly one didn’t mean to disturb the two princes. Please spare my life.”

His mouth wasn’t stupid though!

Jingrong was just about to say “It’s fine.”

But Jing Yi spoke first. “Don’t be afraid. We’re not some extremely vicious villains—how would we casually punish people?”

At this moment, shouldn’t someone also throw those words “how hypocritical” at him?

Slap slap slap in the face!

Zhang Daqi breathed a sigh of relief, his body shrinking to the side.

Then the village chief asked him, “Why aren’t you staying at home with your father? What are you doing here?”

“Village Chief, just now the flood also reached our home, so we had no choice but to come here.”

“How could this happen?”

“We couldn’t move many things out of the house in time. I don’t know what to do.”

“As long as people are fine. You and your father can stay at the ancestral hall for now. When the water recedes, we’ll figure things out.”

“That’s all we can do.”

Zhang Daqi then pushed his father to the side, huddling together with the village people.

Jingrong looked at the sky outside that seemed to have truly developed a gaping hole, then looked at Village Chief Zhang’s worried face and comforted him. “Village Chief, you don’t need to worry too much. Although this heavy rain destroyed many dwellings and forced you all to flee everywhere, this prince will definitely report to the court, hoping to compensate everyone’s losses as soon as possible.”

This meant he would allocate disaster relief funds?