That night, as darkness fell.
Zhi’er once again dreamt of the shrine from her pleasant dream.
However, this ti, the surroundings seed different, unlike before.
Nonetheless, the person kneeling before the shrine was the sa.
She blinked her big eyes, watching the person murmuring sothing.
"Dear ancestors, dear immortals, it turns out as you previously warned, Marquis Wan might not be the real murderer of the young lad."
Upon hearing Feng Fuce’s na, Zhi’er imdiately perked up her ears.
She blinked her big eyes and looked intently.
Duke Ping opened his eyes, tearfully and sincerely.
"I just ask you to reveal once more, tell if the murderer is an outsider or a family mber!"
A shadow flickered in his eyes.
This was a question that Duke Ping was unwilling to face, yet had to ponder.
Today, Feng Fuce’s words had awakened him.
His youngest son was the only legitimate heir.
His madam was in poor health, fortunate enough to conceive at over forty, yet unexpectedly, their fate with the child was so shallow.
After the youngest son’s death, Duke Ping shifted his focus to his eldest son and second daughter.
Although An Shiyu and An Suzhu were illegitimate, they had always been sensible and considerate.
Before the youngest son’s passing, the three siblings had a very good relationship.
This was also why Duke Ping hadn’t suspected his family previously.
He treated all his children equally, logically, there shouldn’t be any vicious competition.
Duke Ping lit three sticks of incense: "If it was done by an outsider, let this incense go out!"
He finished speaking and placed the incense into the censer.
Zhi’er, following his lead, watched intently the three tiny, burning red dots.
The white mist of sandalwood wafted, producing a pleasant aroma.
Zhi’er liked this scent very much, and she couldn’t help but breathe deeply.
Oh, it’s so fragrant~
Since her tooth swelling, she could only eat at porridge and vegetable porridge every day.
Now she even felt the sandalwood resembled so savory noodles.
Zhi’er slurped her saliva.
But Duke Ping stared at the incense that did not extinguish.
His heart sank, while a cloud shadowed his face.
To confirm, he lit another three sticks of incense.
"If it’s soone from the family, let this incense extinguish completely."
At that mont, Zhi’er felt a tickle in her nose.
Perhaps it was too much smoke from the sandalwood, making her feel choked.
The little one sneezed with an "Achoo!"
In an instant, the fire points of the three incense sticks in the censer went out.
Duke Ping was astonished beyond belief.
Even Zhi’er was stunned.
She hurriedly waved her little hands: "Oh, um... Uncle, let explain, this is a coincidence, light the incense again!"
Of course, Duke Ping couldn’t hear her words.
He only looked at the ancestral tablets with tear-filled eyes.
"Turns out, surrounded by tigers and wolves, hard my dear child without knowing."
Duke Ping bitterly laughed, shaking his head: "Indeed, as Marquis Wan said, I am truly clueless!"
Zhi’er covered both her cheeks: "Oh no, could this cause a misunderstanding!"
She truly didn’t do it intentionally, nor did she know it would so coincidentally extinguish the three incense sticks.
Duke Ping turned and walked out.
The next day.
Bai Xilie held a banquet in the palace, entertaining Duke Ping and his family.
Zhi’er went ahead to the dining hall.
There she ran into Feng Fuce, who was also attending the banquet.
Feng Fuce imdiately grasped her little hand and pulled her beside a pillar, examining her.
Zhi’er’s cheeks were still swollen, but slightly better than yesterday.
Her dark eyes sparkled with liveliness: "What are you doing, are you trying to rob ?"
Feng Fuce sneered: "Why aren’t you taking dicine? Your face is still swollen; don’t you find it uncomfortable?"
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