"A Ruan Xi person?
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a familiar face appeared before Yun Shu.
“Yun Shu, can you sell me a few faces?”
The man said with a faint smile, looking at the unfamiliar face on Yun Shu’s face.
The faces Yun Shu made were not something one could buy just by wanting them.
“Ji Rong? Why are you in the capital?” Jing Heng asked before Yun Shu could inquire.
“Why can’t I be in the capital?” Ji Rong retorted.
In the darkness, Ji Rong, who was sitting in the carriage, alighted.
Beneath his long sleeves, Ji Rong, who was missing an arm, still appeared as elegant and graceful as ever. His moon-white robe fluttered slightly in the wind, accentuating his noble and aloof demeanor.
Yun Shu suppressed her surprise. “Are the matters at your home settled?”
Looking at Ji Rong before her, she recalled a scene from two years ago.
It was snowing heavily then, and she had taken young Jing to climb a snowy mountain, only to encounter a dying Ji Rong. His arm had been severed by someone. Although they found his arm later, and she could perform surgery on him, the muscles had been entirely gnawed away by snow wolves.
Fortunately, Ji Rong had a strong will to survive and lived.
Ji Rong and Ruan Xi had known each other for a long time. Ji Rong's family situation was similar to Ruan Xi's; his family had encountered some troublesome matters.
She hadn't expected Ji Rong to be in the capital at this time.
“Yes, it’s settled. I just came to see you and Jing.” Ji Rong smiled faintly, his gaze distant.
After a few months apart, the woman before him seemed to have changed somewhat.
Perhaps it was the mask she was wearing.
Or perhaps it was the news circulating throughout the capital about her and the Night King, which made him have a preconceived notion that she was different from before.
“Since you’re here, let’s go to the prison together. I have something to do,” Yun Shu said.
Ji Rong smiled and nodded. “I came here precisely to go to the prison with you.”
Those familiar with the Ji family knew that generations of the Ji family were skilled in feng shui and divination.
Ji Rong, however, possessed an ability to see the scene of a person's death three days before they died.
Ji Rong gazed at Yun Shu. He could see the destiny of anyone from their facial features, but he could not see Yun Shu’s.
He had considered one possibility.
But he would help her keep that secret.
Before getting into the carriage, Ji Rong suddenly looked at Jing Heng.
Jing Heng, feeling Ji Rong’s gaze, became somewhat angry. “Just say what you want.”
“Within a year, you will be troubled by love,” Ji Rong declared.
For Ji Rong to make such a pronouncement meant that Jing Heng would inevitably face something related to love within the year.
Jing Heng was taken aback for a moment, then his expression remained cold.
Sometimes, Ji Rong’s words were more annoying than Ruan Xi’s!
“Do you need me to cast a divination for you?” Ji Rong asked.
Jing Heng coldly refused. “No.”
Ji Rong smiled faintly and didn’t press the matter.
Yun Shu, however, paid attention. She had to admit that Ji Rong was very accurate. Given Jing Heng’s temperament, he would likely suffer some hardship in the future.
After boarding the carriage, Ji Rong handed a jade pendant to Yun Shu.
The white jade pendant was as smooth as congealed fat, with an excellent feel to the touch, like the finest silk, smooth and delicate.
It was in the shape of a peace buckle.
Only one character was faintly carved on it: Shu.
“It will keep you safe and ward off misfortune. Keep it,” Ji Rong said gently.
Yun Shu nodded and accepted it directly.
She had to admit that Ji Rong possessed many good things.
The peace buckle he gave was not merely symbolic; after passing through his hands, it could indeed ward off misfortune.
She casually took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to him.
“Fast-acting pain relief.”
Ji Rong’s eyes lit up. “The one you gave me before is just finished.”
Upon hearing this, Yun Shu frowned. “Taking too much is not good.”
Ji Rong’s gaze flickered, and he said nonchalantly, “It’s fine. I forget to drink my medicine, so this helps relieve the pain quickly. I’ll just remember to take my medicine more often.”
“Let me take your pulse,” Yun Shu said, already extending her hand to check Ji Rong’s pulse.
Ji Rong’s eyes deepened. He didn’t extend his hand but looked out the window and said, “We should be arriving at the prison soon. I’m fine anyway, so let’s wait to take my pulse after we leave the prison.”
Hearing this, Yun Shu followed Ji Rong’s gaze and looked outside.
In the deep night, they were indeed approaching the prison.
She also remembered something and didn't insist on taking Ji Rong's pulse. “When I left, Yi Qing said she wanted to find you. Didn’t she come to the capital with you?”
Qin Yi Qing was Ji Rong’s fiancée; their marriage had been decided since childhood.
Shortly after she saved Ji Rong two years ago, Qin Yi Qing had come to him in despair and had taken meticulous care of him.
Ji Rong’s rapid recovery was inseparable from Qin Yi Qing.
Qin Yi Qing was a woman of the martial world. Her family ran a镖局 (biao ju - escort agency), and she often traveled in the Jianghu.
However, she didn’t know what had happened between them. Ji Rong had returned to the Ji family first, and after Qin Yi Qing had stayed with Yun Shu for a while, when Yun Shu decided to return to the capital, Qin Yi Qing had also set off, saying she was going to find Ji Rong.
“She should have gone home,” Ji Rong said, lowering his eyes without saying much more.
Yun Shu’s heart stirred, but she didn’t inquire further.
However, she knew very well that Ji Rong and Qin Yi Qing were mutually in love.
Soon, they arrived at the prison.
Ruan Xi’s driver spoke to the guards at the prison, and they smoothly entered.
Once inside the prison, they were led to the cell where Old Madam Yun and the others were held.
Despite being imprisoned for only two days, Old Madam Yun and the others were already exhausted.
They were huddled in a corner of the cell.
Yun Shu stood a short distance from the cell, observing the scene with cold, expressionless eyes.
Her gaze fell on Madam Yang.
And Wen Shu, who was guarding Madam Yang.
They hadn't noticed anyone standing at the cell door and were sleeping soundly.
Yun Shu curled her lips slightly.
If Yun Yue Yin had died, would Madam Yang be sleeping so peacefully in prison?
And Wen Shu…
Wen Shu, who had been by Yun Yue Yin’s side for many years, was calm and rarely flustered in emergencies, and was loyal to Yun Yue Yin. After Yun Yue Yin was burned to death, Wen Shu appeared to be completely unfazed.
After retracting her gaze, she nodded to the prison warden.
Then, they were led out.
Next, they were taken to a place.
A charred corpse lay in the room.
After two days, the charred corpse had begun to emit an odor.
Yun Shu frowned slightly and examined the corpse.
Based on its build, it was similar to Yun Yue Yin.
However, it was so severely burned that its features were completely unrecognizable.
She looked back at Ji Rong.
Ji Rong approached the charred corpse.
His clear and peerless countenance seemed to be veiled by a wisp of smoke, and his eyes, which seemed capable of capturing souls, looked at the charred corpse.
The surroundings were silent.
The soldiers guarding the door felt a sense of unease at the scene, and the more they looked at Ji Rong, the more they felt a chilling aura seeping into their skin.