Yu Mubai still maintained a serious expression, and then began to ask about a series of details that had happened since the family reunited.

Wen Zhu carefully recounted all possible relevant circumstances, hoping to provide more help in finding the person.

Finally, Yu Mubai carefully took out a small piece of cloth from his sleeve, held it in front of Wen Zhu and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone wearing clothes like this?"

This is a kind of silk fabric with dark brown as the base color and patterns carefully embroidered in light brown tones on it, which looks very special and exquisite.

"It looks like the kind of uniform a servant in a household might wear."

Wen Zhu pondered for a moment and then said, "I feel like I've accidentally caught a glimpse of this kind of dress once or twice when I was somewhere else."

She pressed her fingers gently against her temples, trying hard to recall more specific details, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't determine when and where she had seen such clothes.

Seeing Wen Zhu so confused, Yu Mubai seemed to have lost interest in asking further questions. He stood up and said coldly, "Let's stop here for today."

Having said that, he walked straight out the door.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wen Zhu quickly grabbed a can of aged Pu'er tea from the shelf next to him, caught up with him a few steps, and said to his back, "Thank you, Lord Yu, for your willingness to help me. This little bit of tea is a small token of my gratitude. Please don't despise it, Lord."

Hearing this, Yu Mubai stopped and turned his head slightly to glance at the can of tea in his hand, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This tea is indeed very precious, but I think Miss Wen Zhu should keep it for herself."

After saying that, without waiting for Wen Zhu to react, he walked away without looking back.

About a quarter of an hour later, Fu Yu finally returned to the room.

"It seems that the prince has some prejudice against me."

Wen Zhu sighed in a low voice, with a hint of disappointment and frustration in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly, looking a little helpless.

"What makes you think that?"

Fu Yu asked in confusion, with doubt in his eyes. It was obvious that he was very surprised by this conclusion.

Wen Zhu slowly raised his head and told everything that had happened before.

It turned out that she had wanted to pour the other party a cup of tea as a sign of politeness and respect, but was ruthlessly rejected, and since then, the other party's attitude seemed even more indifferent.

She was worried that if this continued, he might not sincerely help them solve their problems.

After hearing all this, Fu Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly to comfort her, "You're really worrying too much. My cousin is usually quite straightforward and aloof. He's not very good at interpersonal communication and is rather blunt in expressing his emotions. But that doesn't mean he won't try his best to help. On the contrary, he's very good at investigating cases, and almost all the cases he's handled have been successfully concluded. That's why I specifically asked him to come and assist us."

After listening to his explanation, Wen Zhu suddenly realized that the man who seemed unapproachable and hurried here in official uniform was not a guest who came here accidentally, but an important helper specially invited by Fu Yu to support and solve the problem.

“Come to think of it, it is.”

Wen Zhu muttered to himself, "After all, capable people tend to have some unique personality traits. As long as I can clear up the mystery before me as quickly as possible, even if I have to be a little humble, what's the harm?"

Thinking of this, her mood suddenly became much more relaxed, and her tone became much gentler.

Then, Fu Yu carefully took out an exquisite peach wood pendant from his sleeve and handed it over, "This is something the master just made and gave it to me for safekeeping."

He then explained, "It's said this type of jewelry has been on the market for a long time, at least over a decade. Plus, its design isn't particularly unusual, so finding the owner or the shop that made it based on that fact might be difficult."

"Then let's try it out and see how it works. Let me wear it and take a walk around to see if those with hidden concerns will show any abnormalities when they see this object."

As Wen Zhu spoke of his plan, a glimmer of anticipation and alertness flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Fu Yu thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with her proposal, deciding to do as she said.

Two days passed quickly. After learning that the capital had issued a notice allowing the remains of Song and Xue Liu to be brought back to their hometown for burial, Fu Yu immediately arranged for people to purchase coffins of appropriate size and quickly brought the two deceased back to Xu's house to prepare for subsequent matters.

Afterwards, Wen Zhu changed into the simplest and most low-key white clothes, and went straight to the main courtyard to report to the Duke's wife and the young lady for leave, requesting to go back to deal with the funeral affairs at home.

"It's truly a rare blessing that I'm still able to take time off to attend to a relative's funeral at this very moment."

Zhao Manxiang, the personal maid of the Duke's wife, who was in seclusion chanting scriptures to pray for her own safety, was overwhelmed with emotion when she saw Wen Zhu suddenly come to ask for an audience. "Okay, you can take three days off. But remember not to wear those unlucky clothes when you come back, so as not to offend the masters of the mansion."

After saying this, an expression of both sympathy and a little distance appeared on her face.

"I understand. Thank you, Madam."

Wen Zhu bowed respectfully and expressed his gratitude with his head bowed.

Zhao Manxiang glanced at Wen Zhu's slightly bulging belly and felt unhappy.

I don’t know what’s going on. After going through so many storms and turmoil, the child is still firmly in her belly.

"What's that on your neck?!"

Zhao Manxiang frowned, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

"It's a little mahogany trinket. Please have a look, young lady."

Wen Zhu hurriedly took a few steps forward and showed off the pendant around his neck.

"Why isn't it gold, silver, or jewelry? Why are you wearing this? It's as if we've wronged you."

Zhao Manxiang rolled her eyes, her tone full of sarcasm.

"It is said that peach wood can ward off evil and harm."

Wen Zhu looked at her and said this without any fear in his eyes.

"Then you shouldn't wear something so conspicuous. Okay, you can go now."

Zhao Manxiang waved her hand irritably, signaling Wen Zhu to leave.

Wen Zhu bowed again and slowly left the room.

After walking out, she lowered her head and thought for a while, carefully observing Zhao Manxiang's expression, and did not seem to see any signs of panic.

Is it really nothing to do with her?

When he returned home by car, he saw two coffins placed in the yard as soon as he entered the door. Wen Zhu couldn't help but rush over and lie down beside the coffins, crying bitterly.

"Sister, sister..." Hong Sheng, the younger brother beside her, gently pulled her clothes.

After stopping his tears, Wen Zhu looked back at his brother, his eyes filled with endless sadness.

Hong Sheng handed over a handkerchief and whispered, "Please take care of the baby in your belly and don't be too sad. Otherwise, if your tears fall on the coffin, our mother may not be willing to leave."