After pondering on it for a moment, her thoughts went off on another tangent.
She paused for a moment, then rolled up the sketch of the skull and put it aside. Then, she unfolded another sheet of paper.
She rearranged the paint container in the first layer of her box before adding water to the indented slots on the second layer of it. Next, she dipped her brush in the paint and water before starting to paint.
Meanwhile, Luan’er who have received her order had left to spy at the reception hall. She tiptoed quietly, not daring to approach too near. She simply hid herself behind several maidservants and eavesdropped at the occupants inside.
Inside the reception hall, Ji Shuhan was standing still. His posture slightly bent. His usually fiendish and arrogant appearance had become one exuding flattery and fawning, with a deferential smile plastered on his face.
Jing Rong, who was sitting, revealed a faint smile which exuded a feeling making people’s anxious. A deterring impression that kept strangers at bay!
Jing Rong’s sharp and cold eyes sized up Ji Shuhan before he snorted, “Lord Ji, please sit down. This prince doesn’t like looking up at people.” His tone came out overbearing.
Jing Rong referring Ji Shuhan as Lord Ji wasn’t a false act as Ji Shuhan was the assistant minister in the Ministry of Rites in his younger days!
Yet Ji Shuhan didn’t sit, though he did lowered his head for appearance sake and said, “It’s better if this lowly official keeps standing.”
“This prince let you sit, so just sit.”
“Yes, your highness.”
Only then, Ji Shuhan raised the bottom of his robe before sitting next to Jing Rong.
“Prince Rong, today you came with such precious gifts for this lowly official’s family members, I don’t know if… there was any reason for your visit?”
‘What? Did Ji Shuhan really believe that I came here because I had nothing better to do?’
Jing Rong was a grand and magnificent prince. There was no need for him to go find Ji Shuhan.
While a smile, Jing Rong picked up the teacup. He narrowed his eyes and after what may seem like ages, he spoke, “I heard that in your younger days, when Lord Ji was still an official, my imperial father had bestowed upon you a horsewhip with a handle made of golden brocade and jade. Was it true?”
As the mention of the whip, comprehension suddenly dawned on Ji Shuhan’s face. “To be bestowed a reward by the emperor is the blessing of this official’s three lifetimes.”
“Oh? I heard horsewhip was a tribute from Persia, made from golden eagle’s leather. I wonder if I would have the honor to see it?” Jing Rong’s eyebrows tightly knitted.
When he heard Jing Rong, Ji Shuhan hurriedly stated, “If Prince Rong want to see it, I will bring it out.” He then turned to a servant and gave his order. “Go and bring out the horsewhip.”
The servant dashed out and went to take the horsewhip without any delay. A yellow brocade box was brought in, showing how carefully selected it was!
Ji Shuhan took out the whip from the box and respectfully presented it to Jing Rong. “Your Highness, this is the horsewhip bestowed by his majesty the emperor.”
‘I know it’s a bestowed reward. No need to repeat it again and again!’ Jing Rong put down the teacup in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and as he beamed a smile, the smile showed a hint of slyness in it.
He took the whip and examined it. Suddenly, he wrinkled his nose and said, “This whip is very exquisite, but… why does is there a bloody scent on it?”
“This…” Ji Shuhan became flustered.
After the whip was used to flog Ji Yunshu, it was clearly washed and dried properly. Not even a trace of blood could be seen. Not to mention that sandalwood incense was used to purge the bloody scent from it, so how could it still smell like blood? ‘Does Prince Rong have the nose of a dog?’
Seeing that Ji Shuhan was tight-lipped, Jing Rong raised his chin and continued. “Not only does it smell bloody, there’s another smell on the handle. It has the stench of a beast.”
‘Beast?’
Wasn’t Ji Shuhan the one who held the whip before him?
This was pointing at the mulberry tree and cursing the locust tree! If Jing Rong said two, no one would say one.
At this instant, Ji Shuhan’s complexion couldn’t be more blue as he almost choked in his saliva, shaking non-stop from anger. “Prince Rong… How can this whip have such scent? Every day, I perfumed it with sandalwood incense.”
“Lord Ji, you better get the doctor to examine your nose.” His expression was beaming whereas his words stung.
However, Jing Rong didn’t feel like he was completely satisfied, so he raised the whip and asked Lang Po, “Lang Po, smell it. Tell me if my nose doesn’t have a problem.”
“Yes, your Highness!”
Lang Po took the whip and sniffed it before nodding. “Prince, the whip does indeed have a blood scent on it, and the handle really has the stench of a beast.”
“Hmmm!” Jing Rong was very satisfied. His smile vanished and was suddenly replaced by a dark and stern expression.
“Take that whip and burn it!”