"Let’s go." Yang Ruxin walked a few steps but noticed Du Juan was still looking around, so she called out.
"Madam, I haven’t seen Tang Kun and his group today." Du Juan glanced around, frowning, "Actually, I haven’t seen them hovering around our mansion since yesterday."
"If you haven’t seen them, they must have realized Qingge isn’t around and left."
"But could it be..."
"Do you think Changyangzi’s title is fake? Besides, the gold is still on Qingge. Unless Tang Kun is invincible, he can’t even get close to Qingge." Yang Ruxin was not worried at all, "And once we return, with Tang Wanqian around, there’s nothing we need to worry about."
Du Juan nodded and stopped dwelling on the matter.
The three-day deadline Emperor Xuanjing gave Lord Jiang had arrived, but unfortunately, there were no leads at all.
The Emperor reprimanded Lord Jiang and the other three, instructing them to continue the investigation until the murderer was found.
However, everyone knew that finding the killer was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
The weather was unbearably hot. Although there was ice, the cost was too high, and furthermore, the cooling effect of the ice wasn’t good, so Wang Zhengzheng’s corpse couldn’t be preserved for long, and thus had to be buried.
Although the Empress Dowager was quite disappointed with Wang Zhengzheng, she had been by her side for years, sharing many tender monts, so there was still sentint involved. Hence, while the Empress Dowager didn’t co out, she sent the most esteed nanny to pay respects, naturally followed by the Emperor sending soone to offer condolences, and even the Crown Prince personally visited the Wang Family, offering so rewards.
Nonetheless, the Empress Dowager summoned the Lady of Anning into the palace, giving her a stern talking-to, as such superstitious acts like using voodoo dolls are absolutely forbidden.
Lately, the Lady of Anning had been troubled and deeply affected, losing much of her spirit. Being reprimanded by the Empress Dowager made her feel even more agitated, coupled with the loss of her granddaughter, causing her to fall ill upon returning.
Despite the fear surrounding Wang Zhengzheng’s death, she was honestly not well-liked. Those who befriended her either feared her or sought to curry favor with her, lacking true friends.
Thus, after a brief wave of lant, she was quickly forgotten.
In the southwestern part of Beijing, there was a large estate that, despite its size, wasn’t luxurious—in fact, its exterior was quite understated—it was the Palace.
At this mont, in the main hall of the Palace, Family Head Gong Zhi furiously smashed a teacup.
The few people present shivered in fright.
"How could this happen? Didn’t I tell you to take care of this?" Gong Zhi glared at them, "Why is it that after two days, the situation hasn’t been resolved and instead has gotten worse?"
The people all lowered their heads.
"Brother, the problem is that this ti it’s Shen Mi and Han Yun who are involved." Gong Yuan looked conflicted, "These two old n are hard to approach. Can we ask the madam to..."
"How can we let the madam intervene in such matters?" Gong Zhi snapped, "Han Yun and Shen Mi are both key mbers of the Cabinet: one is an Academician of the Shilin Academy, the other of the Wenyuan Pavilion. They hold significant influence, but both are staunch royalists, never taking sides—whichever Emperor reigns, they support. The Cloud King has tried to win them over many tis without success. If this incident causes them to defect or truly abandon the Cloud King, the consequences for us would be dire."
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