After searching for a long time without success and no reply from the guards, the leading servant was afraid that the murderer had escaped with the ministers. He stamped his feet and hurried to Anle Hou who was accompanying the emperor.

After hearing the servant's words, the smile on Anle Hou's face froze instantly. His brows furrowed, his face turned blue, and his eyes widened with anger: "Go find it now. If you can't find it, I'll chop off all of your heads!"

Everyone knew that Marquis Anle treated his two sons like treasures. Considering Marquis Anle's anxiety, the emperor did not get angry. He just ordered the guards to cordon off the hunting ground and no one else was allowed to pass.

Seeing the emperor like this, Anle Hou knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty, this old minister was anxious for a moment, please forgive me."

"My dear, what are you saying? As a parent, it's natural to be anxious when your child is missing. What's wrong with that? Get up quickly."

After hearing this, Marquis Anle stood up.

All the ministers and their families were waiting at the door. When they heard that Master Lu II was missing, they couldn't help but sweat.

If this is related to someone's family, then he will definitely become an enemy of Marquis Anle.

Lu Daizong was a playboy by nature, and he relied on his family's power to bully the young masters of other families. For a while, in addition to being worried, everyone also felt a little happy.

They were all colleagues, and they should have come forward to offer their condolences in such a serious matter as their son's disappearance. As soon as Jiang Zhaorong left, Jiang Sulan heard Jiang Zhiyu chuckle in his heart.

[It's just a finger cut off, it won't kill you, it's just that the location is a little hard to find.]

Jiang Sulan:!!!

Her heart beat faster and she looked at her cute sister holding the rabbit in shock.

She must have heard it wrong!

How could a weak woman cut off the fingers of Mr. Lu Er under the supervision of the guards?

Although her mind told her that this was impossible, Jiang Sulan knew in her heart that it was probably true.

She was panicking. What should she do? Was anyone else witnessing Zhiyu's actions? If they were discovered, how would the Xiangfu handle the situation?

The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Jiang Sulan even prayed in her heart that the Second Young Master Lu would die in a corner.

Unaware of her worries, Jiang Zhiyu continued to complain:

[I just pulled some grass from the field and covered it there, but I still haven't found it? Are its eyes on top of its head?]

As the day wore on, and everyone began to grow impatient, they heard the servants' excited cries in the distance: "We've found it! We've found it!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but just when they were halfway relieved, they breathed a sigh of relief again after seeing who the guards were supporting.

Lu Daizong's entire face was swollen like a pig's head, and his clothes were stained with blood. What was even more serious was that his right hand clearly had only four fingers!

Marquis Anle's eyes turned dark and he almost fell down.

Lu Yaozu had never expected that his brother would become like this in just a few hours. His eyes were bloodshot: "Who! Who did this?"

He pushed the guards aside, supported his brother, and held his right hand with a broken finger, his eyes red with anger.

"A Zong, A Zong, tell me who it is! Who did it?"

Song Daizong was barely breathing, but when he heard his brother's cry, he forced himself to open his mouth and said, "Jiang..."

"What?" Song Yaozu didn't hear clearly, so he put his ear close to the target. "What?"

Everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath. Song Daizong still had blood foam in his mouth. He tightly closed his eyes, spat softly, and said, "Jiang, Jiang Zhi...fish!"

"Jiang Zhiyu?" Song Yaozu repeated, his tone full of disbelief, his eagle-like eyes fixed on Jiang Zhiyu.

The whole audience was in an uproar. Jiang Sulan only felt a "buzzing" sound, as if someone had hit her hard on the head. She had to support herself with the help of the maid to barely stand steady.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the girl carrying the cage. At just one glance, almost everyone rejected the answer in their hearts.

Jiang Zhiyu's bright eyes were filled with confusion. Facing the gazes of so many people, she seemed very scared and her body was trembling slightly.

Others thought she was trembling from fear, but only Jiang Sulan knew that she was trembling from trying to hold back laughter.

[Hahahahaha, this is so funny! How many people must have stepped on this swollen face? How could it feel so fat and soft when someone stepped on it? And why did you search for it for so long?]

Jiang Zhaorong immediately knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please understand. I am only twelve years old and live in seclusion. How could I possibly harm the Second Young Master Lu or even hurt him?"

The emperor looked at him calmly without saying a word.

Marquis Anle also didn't believe that such a little girl could hurt his son who had been practicing martial arts for many years, but this name came out of his son's mouth...

"Jiang...Zhiyu? Come forward."

Marquis Anle waved his hand, and Jiang Zhiyu handed the rabbit cage in his hand to Jiang Sulan and walked over as he was told.

She stood in the center, staring straight at Marquis Anle with a very frank expression. When Lu Daizong saw her, he ignored his own injuries and struggled to reach out to grab her.

Marquis Anle knew very well what kind of person his son was. Since he was so obsessed with Jiang Zhiyu, he must have his own reasons.

Marquis Anle said in a deep voice, "Do you have anything to refute?"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled faintly, the dimples at the corners of her mouth making her look particularly well-behaved. "I don't know why the Second Young Master wanted to identify me. I'm not in good health, how can I subdue the Second Young Master Lu?"

Lu Daizong's face suddenly turned grim, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Nonsense, nonsense, I heard it clearly!"

The accompanying imperial physician also arrived at this time and hurriedly treated Lu Daizong's wound. When he saw his finger, he exclaimed.

"How is Doctor Lu? My brother..."

"Don't worry, eldest son. Second son is not in danger of death. Herbal medicine has been applied to the severed finger to prevent him from bleeding to death. However..."

Doctor Lu stopped talking and looked at Marquis Anle with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, doctor."

"... Young Master's finger... I'm afraid it won't grow back in this lifetime."

[That's right, the secret recipe is real. This old man has quite a good eye.]

Jiang Sulan's eyes rolled back, and Jiang Zhaorong was also stunned. Was he hallucinating just now?

Marquis Anle gritted his teeth, his lips trembling and unable to speak, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable anger.

The same thing happened to Lü Daizong. After a simple bandage by the imperial physician, he was no longer struggling to speak as before.

He briefly described the scene of his murder, looked at Jiang Zhiyu angrily and said, "I'm sure that before I passed out, I heard her voice!"

Everyone's gazes, some suspicious and some inquiring, fell on Jiang Zhiyu. Jiang Zhiyu was very calm: "Let's not talk about how I subdued the Second Young Master, but would the person who did it really reveal his identity?"

Lu Daizong was stunned.