At this time, Ji Zhou was least lacking in ice and snow. After Chen Jing lost her breath, Jiang Dongling cried for a while, gradually calming down; his first task was to instruct his deputy to collect ice blocks. In just one afternoon, the house they lived in was covered in ice and snow.
All furniture was moved away, and the four walls of the house were rebuilt with ice, the floor laid with ice blocks, and the bed, dressing table, screen, and even the footboard were made of ice. Her body was gently placed on the ice bed, with Jiang Dongling lying sideways next to her, tenderly kissing her lips, holding her waist tightly, and burying his face in her shoulder, falling asleep contentedly. Chen Jing’s soul floated in front of the bed, looking at his lips turned blue and purple from the cold, her gaze complex.
After sleeping like this for a night, Jiang Dongling surprisingly lost his memory the next morning. He came out of the ice house with a pale face, gently closing the door, his expression soft and doting: “Shh… Guo’er was too tired last night, let her sleep more.” “Second Master…” The deputy wanted to speak but was silenced, his face turning white from these words. All of Ji Zhou knew that Second Master Jiang’s beloved Miss Qin had passed away yesterday, with the entire city in mourning, yet Jiang Dongling’s expression and words… And this smile was so chilling it made people shudder. Jiang Dongling’s face turned cold: “Shut up.” He lowered his voice, threatening coldly: “If you wake Guo’er, I’ll skin you alive and feed you to the fish.”
The deputy trembled all over, tightly closing his mouth, not daring to say another word. He felt that the Second Master had gone mad…
Guo’er had been sleeping excessively lately, which deeply worried Jiang Dongling. Soon, all the famous doctors in Ji Zhou were invited to examine her. The doctors, under Jiang Dongling’s increasingly strange gaze, nervously began their reports.
Doctor A: “The deceased should be respected. Miss Qin has been gone for some time. Second Master, please accept your grief and let her be buried.”
Doctor B: “Miss Qin has died from poisoning and cannot be saved. Second Master, please come to terms with it.”
Doctor C: “Miss Qin… Ah!”
