"Have you heard of the young lady who tragically passed away just now? She came from a prominent family in the capital, and her status was far above yours, but what became of her?"

"She had also revealed her noble status to the outside world, and Luo's mother even sent someone to Beijing to try to get her family to redeem her at a high price. Unfortunately, her family claimed that the girl was already bedridden and on the verge of death. I'm afraid that her family has already held a funeral for her by now."

The girl's words carried a hint of coldness. "Just as Mother Luo said, the more illustrious a family is, the more they care about their reputation. How could they possibly accept a daughter whose reputation has been tarnished?"

After saying this, she knelt down in despair and burst into tears.

Zheng Huiyi couldn't help but burst into tears, overwhelmed with sorrow.

...

In Prince Duan's Mansion.

Jiang Ye's face remained as heavy as lead: "We still have no clues. We have searched every inn in the city, and even conducted a secret investigation of the brokers under the pretense of buying people, but there is still no trace of the young lady."

Gu Qinlan's face was equally gloomy: "Today is the third day of our search, and all the search paths have yielded nothing. So there is only one most worrying possibility left."

brothel.

This was Gu Qinlan's most worrying idea, but current signs indicated that it might be the most likely hiding place.

Jiang Ye's expression grew increasingly grim. "A place like this is extremely difficult to investigate thoroughly. Every brothel is backed by a complex web of intertwined forces. If the young master were here, perhaps there would be some way, but now we can only rely on ourselves..."

The chances of success are almost zero.