Following behind the mother and child, Ye Zi’an slipped the mont he heard those words. Could he say that he didn’t want his son’s company?
"Handso daddy!" Just as the thought crossed Ye Zi’an’s mind, his sharp-eyed son caught sight of him and called out excitedly.
The boy wriggled free from Yang Chuxia’s grasp and toddled towards Ye Zi’an as if they hadn’t seen each other for many years.
"Handso daddy, I missed you so much."
Ye Zi’an shook his head with a wry smile at these words, "You little rascal, missing is fine, but let’s skip the ’miss you to death’ part."
Yang Xiayun and Luo Linyu, holding hands at the side, chid in, "Yangyang has been talking about his brother-in-law since last night; he’s been going on all night."
"Back so early? Is the interrogation over?" Yang Chuxia had thought it would take at least until noon.
"It can’t be that quick; there are so many people."
As soon as they sat down inside the house, soone ca to report Ming Yu’s death.
Yang Chuxia showed little reaction upon hearing the news, "Find a place to bury her. Her master wanted her dead; we couldn’t have stopped it."
After a pause, he continued, "Luckily, I had sent the two boys and Linyu out in advance. Otherwise, it would have been us in chaos today."
The mastermind would know sothing went wrong with Ming Yu; it was tantamount to betrayal, and they would surely return to silence her eventually.
"But I feel like sothing’s off with the timing of our investigation?" Yang Chuxia said while arranging for breakfast, passing a wrung-out wet towel to Ye Zi’an.
"What do you an?"
Ye Zi’an took the towel and wiped his face.
"Look, the imperial decree just arrived, and we found the results the sa night. Wouldn’t that make people think we weren’t diligent in our investigation before? Or might they suspect that we frad Fancy Red Pavilion because of the decree?"
"Framing isn’t quite the right word, since those hidden passages are real, and framing them wouldn’t be feasible. As for whether we were diligent or not, so people would indeed talk. But what can we do when the imperial decree’s arrival is such a coincidence?"
Ye Zi’an wasn’t worried about these things. He was more concerned about whether they could reveal the big fish behind it all. Soone knew his mother had taken sothing all those years ago, and he couldn’t help but ponder deeply.
"Let’s rest a bit after breakfast. We can talk about it later."
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Overwheld with nurous matters, Ye Zi’an didn’t sleep much before he got up, and his movent awakened Yang Chuxia too.
"You sleep a bit more. I’ll go and check on things at the office."
"I might as well get up too; I can’t sleep anymore."
Dressing quickly and carelessly coiling her hair into a bun, securing it with a hairpin, she deed it good enough; there were no important guests to see anyway.
"Later, we must focus our interrogation on that old madam. She has seen her master and should know who they are," Yang Chuxia said as they left the bedroom. "I suspect the person I followed last night is the master of Fancy Red Pavilion."
"Hmm, I’ve already had Ye Yi start the interrogation," Ye Zi’an replied.
What Ye Zi’an didn’t expect was that the old madam would commit suicide—by swallowing a blade no less. So would hide pills in their teeth, others dicine packets, but she had a blade the size of a tooth.
With the old madam’s death, nobody else knew who the other party was.
As for the old man who watched the house, he knew nothing.
However, through the mouths of Fancy Red Pavilion’s thugs, they learned of another house and found the remaining three girls.
As for the rest, all were dead. It was said that those taken to Fancy Red Pavilion were beaten to death for disobedience. Their bodies were dismbered and transported through the hidden passages to the inn, from where inn workers moved the remains to boats. The boats would dispose of the bodies along the way, and upon reaching the next dock, the boat would be left there, taking another to return.
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