Chapter 23 – Sour Face (2/2)

At this moment, a maidservant braved the snowy weather and ran into the reception hall. When she arrived in front of them, she said, “Teacher Ji, Madame sent this servant here to inquire if you have found the murderer?”

Your own daughter was apparently killed by someone. As a mother, being anxious about it was quite normal.

Ji Yunshu was resolute. “I will have to trouble you to invite Lord Zhou and Madame Zhou to the mourning hall.”

“Right now?”

“Correct. I want to invite them right now. In addition, summon everyone else in the mansion.”

The maidservant displayed a bewildered expression, but she wrapped her arms around herself and faced the whistling cold wind again to go inform everyone.

Jing Rong knitted his eyebrows. “Isn’t better if we eat breakfast before going?”

If it could’ve, Ji Yunshu’s glare would have simultaneously burned and frozen him. Then, she spoke to him in a mocking tone, “If your Highness properly ate last night’s supper, you would be unlikely to care about this morning’s breakfast.”

‘Who told you not to eat yesterday, serves you right!’

Without waiting for Jing Rong to refute her, she started walking towards the mourning hall.

This was the first time Jing Rong was rendered truly speechless by someone. His bright and stern eyes were bored into Ji Yunshu’s straight back. His expression was cool, seemingly without anger.

In the end, he still had to bury his vexation, and follow behind!

Thus, a man with a sour face thought long and hard about punishing Ji Yunshu.

……….

The mourning hall.

Top to bottom, the more than 20 people in the mansion were already present.

Lord Zhou’s expression was grave. His face was slightly drooping, and his forehead had acquired new wrinkles.

Beside him, Madame Zhou no longer wailed nor wept endlessly. Her complexion was also much better. However, her eyes continued to redden every time she looked at the coffin containing her daughter.

“Teacher Ji, the proper time to bury my daughter has passed. If we don’t bury her today, I worry that my daughter’s body will…” Lord Zhou didn’t finish his words, as a sigh replaced what was left unsaid.

A corpse left alone for a few days would begin to exude a putrid smell. What’s more, Miss Zhou’s corpse had smashed into the ground, leaving most parts broken and her flesh burst open. Even if it was January, the corpse’s stench was becoming quite overpowering.