Jing Rong’s gaze was hard and cold, “According to the Great Lin’s laws, since Secretary Ji committed the act of murder, he should be sentenced to death. His own cowardly suicide was what he deserved.”
“Does Your Highness really believe her? Do you really believe that my Big Brother was a murderer?”
“Yes, this Prince believes whatever Teacher Ji says.”
Ji Huan clenched his teeth and fists, glaring at Ji Yunshu, “Don’t think that just because you have Prince Rong’s backing that I will let you off. You know that Big Brother would not kill that person, so why would you lie?” Ji Huan was almost interrogative.
Ji Yunshu walked towards him, “Don’t worry, Second Brother. I will never malign anyone, nor let the real killer get away scot-free; whomever it may be, he or she will pay the price in the end.”
“It wasn’t Big Brother.” All Ji Huan could do was to repeat those words.
Ji Yunshu was calm but reluctant to speak any further.
Ji Huan was quick to anger, but his anger dissipated just as quickly. When he calmed down, Jing Rong removed the sword from his neck then turned it around, offering it hilt-first to Ji Huan.
Ji Huan stood for some time before receiving his sword and stormed off.
Jing Rong took a look at the injured Shi Zijin, then said, “Go and get your wounds treated.” Shi Zijin nodded, leaped up the roof, and left.
Next, he pulled Ji Yunshu into the house and ordered several servant girls to fetch the first aid kit.
The servants brought the kit hurriedly. Jing Rong lifted Ji Yunshu’s chin while opening the box, saying gently, “This will hurt a bit. Don’t move.” Ji Yunshu remained still, almost like a wooden doll.
Jing Rong carefully applied some medicine to her neck. It was a long while before he spoke, “Ji Li’s death was not your fault.”
Ji Yunshu did not respond.
“He killed someone – he should pay the price.”
The medicine on her neck was so cold it almost stung, and Ji Yunshu could not help but flinch backward. Jing Rong grabbed her wrist sternly, “Didn’t I say to remain still? The wound needs to be treated.” All she could do was to sit quietly once more.
Jing Rong was extremely delicate and gentle. His furrowed brows only relaxing once he finished dressing her wound. “Sit still, I will get Mo Ruo to have a look.”
“There’s no need. It’s just a small cut.”
“I will be more reassured if he sees it.”
Jing Rong packed up the first aid kit and had the servants take it back outside. He turned towards Ji Yunshu and asked, “Do you want to see your Big Brother? His corpse is still at the Ministry.”
She shook her head.
“Then rest well. I will get someone to inform Mo Ruo later.” Ji Yunshu nodded.
Just before he left, Ji Yunshu called out his name, “Jing Rong!”
Jing Rong turned back, “What’s wrong?”
She paused, then shook her head again, “It’s nothing.”
If this were the usual Jing Rong, he would have pressed on with more questions until he received a satisfactory answer. But today, all he did was walk away.