When did such a high profile person come to Jinjiang city?
Jing Rong sampled the tea. Jinjiang city was renowned for producing a variety of tea. The tea fragrance assailed his nose with a sweet aroma. Its quality proved its well-deserved reputation.
Jing Rong asked, “Who is this painter?”
“He is called Ji Yunshu, and he is our city’s famous painter,” replied the county magistrate.
“What do you mean by ‘famous’?”
“These years, within our city, there were many rotten and burnt corpses that no one claimed. Ever since Teacher Ji came, it didn’t matter if the corpse had decayed beyond recognition or if it was just a pile of bones, he could still paint the deceased’s former appearance. Not only that, he was also able to help this lowly official shed light on many unsolved cases.”
The county magistrate seemed to glow as he spoke, almost pridefully.
“Such an amazing person? For such a person to reside in a tiny little city like Jinjiang is such a waste of talent.” When Lang Po spoke, he intentionally glanced at his master.
It seemed that there was a deeper reason for this!
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows. “You only have that much information?”
Liu Qingping thought a bit before answering, “Teacher Ji has a bad temper.”
“What do you mean by that?”
The county magistrate stammered, “He… He loathes speaking and is cold by nature.”
‘Cold? How cold?’ Jing Rong poured some more tea into his cup. Soon enough, the yamen runner returned and reported, “Teacher Ji is sleeping at home and said that he will not go to work today.”
The county magistrate’s complexion suddenly turned green, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
But this time he was caught between a rock and a hard place. He didn’t know which side to lean to, since one side was his treasured Ji Yunshu and the other side was the almighty Prince Rong.
He had to carefully pick who to support!