Ji Bozai sneezed unexpectedly.
Across from him, Yan Xiao fanned himself and quipped, “Has your romantic escapade turned into a cold?”
“Bite your tongue,” Ji Bozai retorted irritably. “If I were you, I’d pray nothing happens to me, or this mess will land on your head. Let’s see how you’d handle it.”
Reminded of this, Yan Xiao’s mirth faded, and he sighed helplessly, “What luck I have. Just as I was about to enjoy three days off, two of the three physicians at the Baicao Hall died.”
“Isn’t that perfect for you? With two old doctors dead, you can immediately take their place. Your motive for murder is even stronger than those dancing girls.”
Yan Xiao’s fanning paused. He leaped up to cover Ji Bozai’s mouth, both angry and amused. “Just because that little beauty favored me slightly yesterday, how can you baselessly accuse me like this!”
Ji Bozai brushed him off, giving him a cold look. “Who said she favored you? She’s in my courtyard now.”
“You may keep the person, but not the heart,” Yan Xiao lamented. “I can already imagine how that beauty must be weeping in your courtyard.”
Ji Bozai made to leave.
“Hey, hey, good brother, let’s not talk about that,” Yan Xiao hurriedly pressed him back down. “I’m skilled in medicine, but far less knowledgeable about poisons than you. The judicial officer isn’t asking me to identify the poison. Please, help me out.”
The chopsticks of those who died at last night’s banquet had all been smeared with poison. The poison didn’t dissolve in water, was light purple, and odorless. He had searched through many medical books but found no relevant records.
Ji Bozai lazily took the silver tray from him, glancing at the purple powder. “This is just Wuyou grass.”
Yan Xiao was stunned. “You can tell at a glance?”
“That’s why I call you a quack,” he sneered. “I was identifying poisons when you were still wandering around swindling people.”
With the mystery solved, Yan Xiao didn’t bother arguing over this small victory. He immediately sent someone to inform the judicial officer.
“Wuyou grass is only found in the palace. The culprit must be one of the dancers at the banquet. Only they could move freely among the guests without arousing suspicion,” Yan Xiao mused. “But most dancers are raised by the Grand Secretariat. Why would they use such a method to kill a few powerless old ministers when they could simply order their execution?”
“You’re a physician, not a judge. Why think so much?” Ji Bozai stood up. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back.”
Still, deep in thought, Yan Xiao merely waved his hand.
Cursing him under his breath, Ji Bozai left the inner court alone.
Due to the murder case, both the inner court and the streets were under strict control. Everyone was being questioned, which irritated Ji Bozai, so he returned to his private residence early.
As he entered the room, Ji Bozai raised an eyebrow slightly.
Ming Yi wore a jade-colored gauze skirt, its hem spread gracefully on the couch like a blooming flower. The waistline suddenly tightened, with a lotus-pink silk ribbon accentuating her slender waist. Her upper body was wrapped in a perfectly fitted gauze top, neither too much nor too little.
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Love In The Clouds
Actionfrom Chinese novel, adapted as a drama Jibozai felt that Mingyi was an excellent knife. She was exquisite and sharp, yet devoted to him wholeheartedly. He would use her to eliminate all traitors, then turn her into the brightest badge on his crown...
