‘Of course not, if you go with common sense.’
“Stubborn!” Ji Yunshu rolled her eyes. She turned her head and looked at Lang Po. “Your master might not want to help, but you’re an able-bodied man, why don’t you give a hand?”
Lang Po nodded. “You are right, Miss Ji.” He stood up and was about to beckon a few other bodyguards to help.
The next second, Jing Rong threw a cold glance at him. “Do you have nothing to do?”
Lang Po’s gesture froze in mid-air. He gulped down a mouthful of saliva and looked at Ji Yunshu with awkwardness. Jing Rong was his master after all, so his orders had to come first. He was about to sit back down when Jing Rong spoke again. “Go!”
Lang Po made a grimace. ‘Is that a yes or a no?’ He voiced his hesitation, “My Prince, should I help them or not?”
“What are you hesitating for? Go!”
“Yes.” Lang Po called over a few guards and carried out the order.
Ji Yunshu looked at Jing Rong. ‘The dissonance between your words and your actions is noticeable, my Prince.’
Thud-!
A sudden loud thud was heard from the outside. Wei Yi was quite frightened by the noise, and he shrank towards Ji Yunshu, who patted his back rather mindlessly to reassure him. Jing Rong noticed her gesture and felt a sudden urge to split the two up by sitting down between them. However, his attention shifted when he noticed what had happened outside; Lang Po and his men had yet to leave the temple when the coffin fell out of the basket of ropes restraining it and smashed into the ground with a loud thud.
The coffin tilted over and its cover fell off. The corpse rolled out of it violently, along with items which were to be buried with it: jewelry, silver and golden tableware, and even bronze mirrors. From its contents, it became less surprising that the coffin was heavy enough to break the ropes. The luxury of the ornaments was obvious, and by the looks of it, the tomb would match their grandeur.
“Is it a pregnant woman?” Ji Yunshu exclaimed with some surprise when she saw the corpse being tossed out. Her eyes remained fixated on the belly of the woman and she furrowed her brows. No one seemed to have noticed the thoughts which ran through her head furiously.
“Wife!” The man who led the party cried out and ran toward the corpse against the rain, weeping loudly.
“What are you people doing? Quickly, bring Madame’s corpse inside, you useless servants!” The man who followed him kicked a few of the servants next to him in the behind.
Lang Po hurried to help them with a few of the guards. They returned the corpse to the coffin and sealed the lid. It was fortunate that the coffin remained inclined the whole time, since the angle prevented the rain from falling into it directly, and the interior remained relatively dry. The coffin was quickly brought into the temple while a few followers remained outside to collect the scattered burial items.
By the time this happened, Ji Yunshu had already opened her sandalwood box. She picked out a scalpel which had a wider blade and moved it above the fire, rotating it slowly as it was being baked. She then handed the item over to Wei Yi. “Heat this thing for a while on the fire.”
Wei Yi hesitated a little bit and finally picked up the scalpel with trembling hands. He asked her in a low voice, “Shu’er, are you going to kill me?”
‘Pfffft, little child, do you have some kind of persecution mania?’
Ji Yunshu shook her head, “Oh, no. We’ll be eating meat soon!”
“Yay, there’s meat!” Wei Yi paid much more attention to his task after hearing what Ji Yunshu said. He drooled at the thought of being able to enjoy meat soon.
Ji Yunshu opened her box again and brought out a long needle and some thread. She pushed the thread through the eye of the needle.
‘Since when do you need needles and thread for cooking meat?’ Jing Rong looked at her, perplexed. He asked casually, “What are you going to do?”
“Cut her abdomen and extract the baby!” answered Ji Yunshu in an impassive voice.