It's unclear how much time passed, until the sunlight dimmed and the western sky was dyed red by the sunset, before the two people embracing in the alley slowly got up.

After returning to the mansion.

Only then did the two notice Steward Hu anxiously pacing back and forth at the gate. Seeing Wen Hao return, he went to greet him without hesitation and asked urgently, "Sir, is it true that the real culprit who killed Miss three years ago has been found?"

Heaven has eyes.

In his lifetime, he was able to wait until the real culprit was brought to justice, and at least his young lady did not die in a mysterious way.

Wen Hao frowned slightly, thinking of what had happened in the hall today, and nodded slightly: "Soon." Then, he took Yan Li's hand and was about to enter the mansion.

Butler Hu, oblivious to anything amiss, felt a surge of unease after Wen Hao agreed. He hesitated for a moment, then called out to Wen Hao again as he prepared to leave:

"My lord, is it really... really that... Miss Yan?"

Wen Hao lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Li beside him, saying ambiguously, "Perhaps yes, perhaps no." He could tell that Yan Li had truly believed Yan Menghuai's words today, otherwise she wouldn't have been so calm and joking with him.

Butler Hu's heart, which had just been at ease, jumped up again. He looked at Wen Hao with a slightly shocked expression: What kind of answer is this?

Wen Hao didn't want to explain any further and went straight to the inner courtyard of the mansion, leaving Steward Hu standing in front of the mansion gate wondering what those words meant.

Could it be that she has accomplices?

only,

He was guarding the gate because an uninvited guest had arrived at the mansion.

The night was as still as water, without wind or ripples.

But at that moment, a familiar voice entered their ears again.

It's him again!

Lee Sang-yong.

"Wen Hao, why did you let Yan Menghuai go?" Li Xiangrong never expected that Wen Hao would release the murderer after all the waiting she had been waiting for.

He actually let them go.

Is he an idiot?

How could Yan Menghuai possibly admit to poisoning Yan Li?

This is a capital offense.

He'll be beheaded.

Wen Hao, on the contrary, actually released the person because of her two casual words!

With a brain like his, how did he manage to become the top scholar in the imperial examination back then?

The moment Wen Hao saw Li Xiangrong, his heart tightened. He then looked at Yan Li beside him and saw her staring intently at him.

He couldn't help but squeeze Yan Li's hand tighter again.

I'm afraid she'll get carried away if I'm not careful.

"The people at that pharmacy have all confessed. They said he gave the medicine to Yan Menghuai, and Li'er was also poisoned by that medicine. What other evidence do you need?"

What does he mean?

Are we going to protect a murderer?

Li Xiangrong had been waiting for a long time. He had been waiting at the Yan residence ever since he learned from the servant he had sent out that Yan Menghuai had been released without charge.

He was thinking that when Wen Hao came back, the first thing he would do was grab him by the collar and beat him up.

To Li Xiangrong's surprise, Wen Hao didn't return until after dark.

Li Xiangrong was never one to tolerate things, and the servants in the Yan family could not stop him, nor did they dare to. Even Steward Hu dared not easily offend this man.

He could only wait in front of the mansion, thinking of informing Wen Hao in advance.

At this moment, Wen Hao was completely immersed in the darkness, with the candlelight flickering around him. "Naturally, I'm waiting to see if the real culprit will jump out and be eager to kill this scapegoat."

Li Xiangrong was so angry she laughed.

"What if she is the real culprit?" He looked at Wen Hao, who showed no remorse. "If there is no scapegoat, and Yan Menghuai is the real culprit, won't you avenge Li'er?"

Wen Hao remained silent, simply staring at Li Xiangrong. After a moment, he said, "It's getting late. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

Li Xiangrong was speechless for a moment, feeling as if she had punched cotton, completely helpless against Wen Hao.

"If I didn't know what you did, I would really suspect that you killed her with your own hands back then." After a moment of silence, Li Xiangrong still said it softly.

But Wen Hao's expression changed in an instant.

"You went into the study." His voice turned cold as he looked up at Li Xiangrong and demanded, "What did you do?"

Li Xiangrong hadn't expected Wen Hao to react so strongly, and could only retort angrily, "What can I do? What would I dare to do? Do you think I'm like you, trying to use forbidden techniques to raise her as a little devil by my side?"

He really didn't know what to say about Wen Hao:

"You believe in such baseless, supernatural things without a doubt; now that the real culprit is right under your nose, you think he's just a scapegoat?"

"Li'er has been dead for three years. Can't you be realistic and avenge her so she can rest in peace?"

Lee Sang-yong couldn't understand it.

However, he couldn't bring himself to doubt Wen Hao's feelings for Li'er.

"One month and three days to go." Wen Hao's gaze shifted to the study. "Not three years."

As if worried about damaging the contents, Li Xiangrong reached out and tried to step over the person, looking at the genuinely anxious Wen Hao with a complicated expression. After a long while, she finally spoke:

"...You're really crazy."

Is time the key factor?

Shouldn't he compliment him on his good memory?

No madman would think he is mad.

Wen Hao didn't say anything more, but simply pushed his hand away lightly: "If you have the time to come looking for me, why don't you go and find out who bought that medicine from the pharmacy three years ago, or even earlier?"

Lee Sang-yong froze for a moment.

Seemingly realizing this as well, she stopped Wen Hao, stared at him for a moment, and then ran out.

Yan Li looked at Wen Hao and, noticing the cold sweat on his palms, smiled slightly: "What are you afraid of? He can't see me. Even if he knows you're raising a ghost child, he won't know you've actually succeeded."

Hearing this, Wen Hao still couldn't relax. He looked at Yan Li with a complicated expression, then pulled her a short distance away from others before speaking:

"Aren't you curious why Lee Sang-yong could see into the doorway of my study?"

Yan Li belatedly realized what was happening.

Looking at Wen Hao in front of him, he glanced at the gate of the mansion and fell into deep thought.

Wen Hao, who was leaving, naturally did not notice the look of shock on Butler Hu's face.

He knew that Wen Hao had a tendency to self-harm since the young lady's death, and he also knew that he tinkered with some strange, even somewhat eerie, things in that study.

But he didn't know that Wen Hao was raising a ghost child.

And that brat is their young lady.

The conversation between the two was not private; it was overheard by a few servants on night watch, who also remembered it.

They recalled the strange things that had happened at their residence several times.

I couldn't help but shiver.

Are there really ghosts in this world?