Chapter 103

"Why weren't you among those who raided the Wen family's home after that?"

Pei Lingjun had always been puzzled by this matter. He had been to the dungeon where the Wen family members were imprisoned, but Hanxiang was not among them.

"That's because...because..." Hanxiang hesitated, the man opposite her was not her cousin from the Song family. She stammered and shrank her neck, "On the eve of her wedding, the young lady gave me the slave contract and told me to leave the Wen family. But who would have thought that the young lady would return to the Wen family before getting married, so I have never left."

"She gave you the slave contract?" The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, a thought flashing through his mind, but he didn't grasp it. He then asked, "Before going to Guangfu Temple, did she do anything unusual?"

Hanxiang thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up, "Yes!"

"That day, the young lady suddenly started packing up her jewelry, saying she needed to exchange it for money. She also asked me to place a letter under the candlestick at the local temple. The next day, the manor said they had found the young master's blood-stained clothes at the bottom of the cliff..."

Pei Lingjun could no longer hear what Hanxiang was rambling on about. He gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the dagger trembling involuntarily. "What message did she send?"

Hanxiang noticed his pale face and shook her head, "This servant doesn't know either."

Zhou Yun died of illness, and Wen Ji fell off a cliff after being possessed by an evil spirit. Wen Shu gave the slave contract to her personal maid and told her to leave the Wen residence. Then she disappeared.

If the Wen family hadn't been raided, these events would have been understandable, and outsiders would have simply remarked that the Wen family was unlucky.

But the Wen family was in trouble, and all their relatives were taken to Jijing for questioning.

But at this crucial moment, Wen Shu and the others all disappeared.

One event can be a coincidence, but when two or three events come together, each and every one of them reveals something strange.

A strange thought flashed through the young man's mind, and his eyes narrowed. Could it be that she also had memories?

That's why I try my best to avoid all the causes and effects from my past life.

The thought in his mind was magnified infinitely, and the young man was overjoyed. He would rather Wen Shu lie to him and hate him than accept the news of her death.

Hanxiang glanced at his face. Why did she feel that this Song... Pei Weishi seemed like a completely different person after he returned?

Unpredictable weather.

"Go to the local temple, and lead the way through the back door."

When Cui Pei did not see Pei Lingjun return for a long time, he went to the Wen residence and, sure enough, saw Zhu Zijin at the back gate.

The two waited at the back door for a while and saw Pei Lingjun bring out a woman, who was none other than Hanxiang.

The local temple is located in the west of the city; it takes a while to walk there.

Hanxiang led the person to the empty candlestick and pointed to the spot beneath it. "The letter was placed here back then."

The ground looked abandoned for many years, the temple was covered with cobwebs, and there were faint traces of fire on the ground.

Cui Peili checked the place thoroughly and then said to Pei Lingjun, "Boss, there are no clues here."

The letter was left here and then taken away. But who was Wen Shu sending the letter to that needed to be placed in the local temple? Wasn't she afraid someone else would take it?

Unless the person taking the letter is close enough.

The young man surveyed the area; the pine and cypress trees outside the temple were lush and green, and there were only a few scattered courtyards nearby.

Pei Lingjun gestured and summoned Zhu Zijin, "Go and ask these households if any strangers have entered or left this area recently."

The questioning should be left to Zhu Zijin, after all, who would refuse a young man with a gentle and handsome smile?

The other three waited silently inside the temple. In the dim light, no one saw that Pei Lingjun's face was as pale as paper.

The throbbing pain in his chest became more and more intense. He gritted his teeth and endured it, cold sweat seeping through his skin and gradually gathering on his jaw.

Unable to suppress it, the young man felt a metallic taste in his throat, and the next moment, a violent coughing sound accompanied by a gush of blood spurted out.