The next day, when Yinzhen and Yintang met, Yintang felt something was off. After looking around, he realized that the attendant who was with Yinzhen that day was half a head shorter than the familiar face from before.

Upon closer inspection, Yinzhen was delighted; wasn't this his nephew Honghui?

The once fair-skinned prince now had a sallow, almost blackish complexion, as if something had been applied to his face. Only when he smiled did his white teeth appear somewhat out of place.

He was dressed as a servant and followed behind Su Peisheng, no wonder Eunuch Su kept looking back today.

"Fourth Brother, is Honghui going to come along?" Even if Yinzhen was unruly, he knew that a place like Wenyunxuan was not a place for a teenager.

"Take him to see the world, so he won't be blinded by others later." After saying this, Yinzhen and his group headed straight for Wenyunxuan.

As he walked, Yinzhen recounted the coroner's examination results he had found the day before: "Yesterday, I listened to my fourth brother and had a coroner examine the body again on my own. The results were indeed different from before."

"The cause of death was the ligature marks on his neck. The coroner said it was a homicide disguised as a suicide. There were many small marks near the ligature marks, all formed by repeated tightening at the same point. As for the marks of torture on his body, they cannot be faked."

"So now, thanks to the efforts of the two of us brothers, the tenth prince has gone from a womanizer to a murderer." Yinzhen raised an eyebrow and looked at Yintang.

Yin Tang was speechless for a moment: "This... my younger brother is incompetent."

"Let's go take a look at Wenyunxuan again." Yinzhen looked at the bustling shop entrance and asked, "Whose property is this?"

Yinzhen leaned closer and extended a finger. Yinzhen understood and was somewhat surprised. The Prince Zhi appeared reckless and upright to outsiders, yet he actually had such businesses under his control.

When Steward Liu saw the two gentlemen arrive again, he cursed his bad luck inwardly. He acted quickly and immediately greeted them with a smile: "Greetings to the Fourth Prince and the Ninth Prince. Would you two like to see Young Master Rong's room? This way, please."

"No, let's get a private room." After Yinzhen finished speaking, Yintang understood and took out some money.

Manager Liu couldn't possibly accept their money, so he immediately tidied up the top-tier room. It had a wide view and offered a clear view of everything happening below, making it a good place for observation.

Honghui leaned on the railing and saw that the first floor was full of elegant places. There were people playing the zither and composing poems. The playboys who used to shout and fight outside had all changed into scholars and spoke softly. For a moment, he thought he had come to a teahouse.

However, a closer look reveals some clues: the guest playing the zither is standing far too close to the young master, whose face is growing increasingly red and whose playing is becoming more and more unsteady. And over there, the guest composing poetry, having no good work, insists on drinking, and it's even a toast between the two of them.

Such intimate and ambiguous contact in public can indeed stimulate hormones, no wonder everyone is so happy about it.

Seeing Honghui staring intently down below, Yintang immediately covered his eyes with his hand: "Don't look at what you shouldn't see, Honghui. You can't have wasted all these years of studying the words of the sages."

“Ninth Uncle, I think that person is a bit strange.” Honghui forcefully pulled down Yinzhen’s big hand. “It’s that one who ordered the cheapest pot of tea but hasn’t drunk it yet, and whose eyes keep looking up.”

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen also looked at the strange guest that Honghui had mentioned. This young master's clothes were out of place with the other playboys around him. His cotton clothes were faded from washing, his hair was fixed on top of his head with a simple hairpin, and he had no ornaments. He looked like he was really poor and didn't seem like someone who had money to spend here.

“This is indeed a bit strange. Men, bring him up to me.” Yinzhen ordered.

The strangely behaving young man was led to the top-tier room, looking extremely flustered and nervous: "Who are you people? What right do you have to arrest me?"

Just as Yinzhen was about to speak, Honghui suddenly asked, "Is your surname Rong?"

The man trembled uncontrollably upon hearing this, clenching his teeth and remaining silent.

"You've also come to investigate the cause of death of the student surnamed Rong, haven't you? What have you found out?"

"What kind of student is he?" Perhaps these two words struck him hard, and the man slumped to the ground. "I didn't know that the money for studying was obtained in this way. If I had known, I wouldn't have spent a single penny!"

“He is my elder brother. He hasn’t been home since the last imperial examination. Suddenly one day, someone brought me a lot of silver, saying that my elder brother was appreciated in the capital and had earned a lot of money. He told me to focus on preparing for the exam and that the two of us brothers would take the exam together in the next one.”

“I believe it. Everything has been peaceful all along. A few days ago, my elder brother sent me a silver note again, this time for a full thousand taels.”

“I’m a little panicked. What kind of business did my brother do that led him to come to the capital ahead of schedule? As soon as he arrived, he heard…heard those filthy things.”

"I don't want to believe it, but everyone's saying it. I came here today just to see for myself..."

The man's expression was one of both shame and pain.

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen asked, "Do you still have the silver notes with you?"

The man looked at Yinzhen with some suspicion.

Yinzhen continued, "The silver is still yours, but the banknotes are all engraved with the issue date and have stubs. You can use these to find out who gave your elder brother these banknotes. This is physical evidence."

Su Peisheng stepped forward, took the silver note from the man's hand, and then took out another one from his pocket and gave it to him.

"Don't come here again. Focus on your studies," Yinzhen advised him. "Give me your address in the capital. Don't leave the capital recently and be ready to be summoned at any time."

After the man left, Yinzhen punched Honghui on the shoulder: "Well, how did you know his surname was Rong?"

“It’s just a guess. Everyone who’s here investigating at this critical juncture is here because of Uncle Shi’s case. Judging from his behavior and clothing, he doesn’t seem to be in disguise. So he’s most likely related to the deceased, probably a direct relative.” Honghui explained, and when he saw Yinzhen look up at him, he immediately smiled shyly. “Of course, this is just my guess, and it shouldn’t be taken seriously.”

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