“Go make a pot.”
“Yes.” Lang Po left promptly to collect the tea and soon returned with a large pot.
Just as he was about to pour it out…
The minute Mo Ruo got a whiff of the tea, he abruptly straightened his back and his formerly sluggish behaviour disappeared without a trace. He immediately covered the teapot and asked sternly, “What is this?”
“Warming tea.”
“From who?”
“This…” Lang Po glanced at his Prince with concern hesitated briefly before he spoke. “This is… the gift from Miss Mu Jin earlier.”
Hearing Lang Po’s words, Jing Rong narrowed his eyes. Ji Yunshu had overheard the conversation as well, but she continued poking at the fire as if she didn’t notice anything
A ‘clink’ sound rang across the hall suddenly! Mo Ruo shockingly swept the teapot to the floor. Everyone was dumbfounded. “The tea is poisoned,” Mo Ruo said.
“What do you mean?” Jing Rong asked.
“The tea contains a type of poison named Abbot’s Incense. The poison acts slowly enough where you will not notice any effect in a short period of time. The signs and symptoms will only be seen a month later.”
Interesting! A month later?
“Slow-acting poison?”
Jing Rong questioned Lang Po, his tone curt. “This tea? This is really from Miss Mu Jin?”
“Indeed, this is from Miss Mu Jin. She told this humble one that this was warming tea, hence, this humble one…”
“Send someone back to Anfu to find out the truth.” Jing Rong’s face was stern and cold, but his eyes deepened as stared right into the fire.
Lang Po had no choice but to accept the order. “Yes!”
Ji Yunshu was surprised too. Miss Mu Jin poisoned the tea?
As everyone was still recovering from shock when loud knocks landed on the main door. “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Fu Bo came out from the small room and limped out to open the door. The door was forcefully shoved inward the minute he started opening it. The sudden movement knocked Fu Bo onto the ground. The umbrella in his hand dropped on the floor and the heavy raindrops attacked his thin body mercilessly.
Around five or six fierce-looking men in yamen uniform charged into the house with their weapons. Their leader ordered, “Arrest the suspect.” A few yamen runners promptly grabbed Fu Bo. Ji Yunshu recognised the uniform of the Jinjiang County Yamen at a glance.
Even though she had worked in that yamen for five years, she could not recall any of these faces. Had that fool LIu Qingping changed all his subordinates after she left Jinjiang?
Seeing that Fu Bo was being taken away, she immediately chased after them and shouted, “Wait!”
The yamen runners only then realised that there were other people in the memorial hall. The leader of the yamen runners stood in the rain as he sized Ji Yunshu up and pointed his knife at her before asking, “Who are you?”
“This one is but a passerby. This one is curious, what crime did this old man commit?”
“What does this have to do with you?” The leader shouted as he ordered the other runners, “Take him away.”
When they were leaving…
“Is this the way Lord Liu taught you all to solve cases?” Ji Yunshu’s tone was colder than before.
Huh? The leader raised his cunning brows as he repeatedly inspected Ji Yunshu from head to toe. “Who exactly are you? You have the guts to question the way our Lord Liu solves cases.”
Ji Yunshu quit being polite and asked with her furrowed brows, “I’ll ask you one last time. What crime did Fu Bo commit?”
“Murder and illegal burial.”