After a while, the singing prostitute returned again, carefully taking out a rouge box from her bosom and applying makeup in front of the copper mirror.
The rouge was particularly vivid, yet sohow the singing prostitute’s face was very pale.
A pale face paired with bright rouge, it seed like she was applying Yin makeup, preparing a funerary appearance.
The quiet crow and blackbird just watched on like this.
A mont later, the singing prostitute seed to have finished her makeup, then lay down on the bed, carefully tucked the rouge box under the pillow, and fell asleep.
In the deep of night, the blackbird descended, trying to retrieve the rouge box but lacked the strength.
The crow swooped down, its claws probing sharply, grabbing roughly, directly holding the rouge box from under the pillow.
The singing prostitute woke up in shock, turning to look, but the blackbird had already pulled up the quilt, tumbling it into the air to block her view, then spun and dashed away.
The crow, clutching the rouge box, violently smashed through the window, then... two dark shadows shot out like lightning.
In the air, there was the sound of laughter echoing.
In the study room of Baihua Manor’s inner hall, a little girl giggled in Li Yuan’s arms, her laughter causing Lady Yan beside them to be extrely bewildered, unable to resist asking, "What are you two up to?"
Li Yuan scratched his head.
Playing a little ga with his daughter who was just over a year old was sothing he hadn’t expected.
On the street, the singing prostitute seed to have lost sothing extrely important and was frantically chasing after it, hysterically shouting, "Give it back! Give it back!!!"
But the crow and blackbird flew rrily, disappearing without a trace in no ti.
The singing prostitute hadn’t even seen what had taken her rouge box, now weeping and shouting in the street, "Robbers! Robbers!! Help, soone is robbing!"
Soon, the patrolling miscellaneous task mbers of the Blood Saber Sect heard the commotion and hurried over; upon hearing there were robbers, they beca instantly serious.
Robbers in Silver Creek Square, how could that be tolerated?
Hence, the miscellaneous task mbers were dispatched, starting to help this singing prostitute find the "Flying Thief," but they couldn’t find him no matter what.
In the sky, the crow quietly watched the group of people searching everywhere like headless flies.
Xiaozhao giggled in her father’s arms.
Soon, there was the sound of flapping outside the study, and knocking ca from the window.
Lady Yan went to open the window, where a polite crow was standing on the sill, reached out its claws to hand the rouge box to Lady Yan, and then flew away.
Lady Yan then handed the box to Li Yuan.
Li Yuan raised his hand to gently stroke it, feeling a chill as if touching a block of ice, which reminded him of the wooden puppet in his "Equipnt Bar."
But this box seed not to be an "equipnt," otherwise it should have been able to be directly placed into his equipnt bar when it got into his hands.
He rested his chin in thought, recalling the scene where the singing prostitute had burned incense and bowed to the air.
"Could it be that after putting on makeup, one could see things others cannot?"
Li Yuan lightly tapped his fingers on the table.
"Is this rouge box sothing left by the Fulin Comrce Association?"
"Did the association leave more of these boxes?"
He looked at Silver Creek Square bustling in the midnight hours, watching the miscellaneous task mbers urgently helping to find the thief for the singing prostitute, a smile on his face.
...
...
The singing prostitute nad Dong Xiaolan was sitting anxiously in the main hall of the Governnt Office.
However, seated in the hall wasn’t the County Magistrate, but an Inner Sect Disciple of the Blood Saber Sect.
This Inner Sect Disciple wore a look of annoyance, saying, "The security in our Silver Creek Square has always been good, how could such a thief appear! Truly bold and reckless!! Miss Dong, please recount everything in detail. We will certainly seek justice for you!"
Only then did Dong Xiaolan slowly start to tell her story.
During which, the Inner Sect Disciple led her with many questions, and Dong Xiaolan, eager to find her rouge box, held nothing back.
After a long while, she sadly left, hoping the Blood Saber Sect would help her retrieve the lost item and slay the thief.
When the doors of the Governnt Office closed, and the miscellaneous task mbers left, the disciple sitting at the County Magistrate’s seat got up, walked around to the side screen, and respectfully saluted towards Li Yuan, who sat behind it, asking, "Ancestor, is there anything else you want to do?"
Li Yuan said, "Help her look, make a big show of it. How can our Silver Creek Square harbor thieves?! Unearth all the internal connections, and if possible, find all these rouge boxes for ."
"Yes!" the disciple responded respectfully, hesitantly saying further, "That rouge box was a gift from Qian Da to her, and Qian Da..."
Li Yuan replied, "Ask as usual."
"Yes, Ancestor! I understand!"
...
Subsequently, under the guise of "coming to help," the Blood Saber Sect followed leads and thoroughly searched for the rouge boxes.
After which, they pinpointed locations, and Li Yuan went directly to collect the goods.
As for the thieves, so thieves outside the city were caught as scapegoats, while the rouge boxes were casually discarded by them long ago...
As these few thieves were executed, the matter ca to a close.
The owners of those rouge boxes were extrely helpless, mourning as if lanting the loss of a loved one, but there was no recourse.
The boxes were discarded by those damn thieves.
And those damn thieves were already dead.
What else could be done?
During this ti, Qian Da was also bewildered; he had intended to gift the rouge box to Elder Li that day, but having failed to do so, he used it to curry favor with a singing prostitute at the Celestial Fragrance Building. Upon hearing that the Ancestor himself ordered an investigation, he tried his utmost to cooperate.
Several days later, five rouge boxes were placed on Li Yuan’s desk.
And letters of report ca from outside.
These letters docunted the subsequent conditions of the "rouge box owners."
Initially, they were crazy, disruptive, weeping, then they all fell seriously ill, bedridden, but fortunately showed no imdiate life danger, only appeared as though they had just escaped a spell of madness.
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