Who is the lecher?

"Come on, Adele, eat more. Look how much weight you've lost." Yinluoha put food on Adele's plate.

Deir bowed her head and thanked him, "Thank you, young master."

When they were out together, she simply addressed him as Young Master Yin Luoha. Yin Luoha quite liked this title; it sounded much better than the cold, aloof "Your Highness."

A touch of pink caught his eye. Yin Luoha glanced over and saw a charming girl in a pink dress—it was Shui Hong.

Although Wang Ji was heartless and abandoned her after starting a relationship, he was still the father of the child in her womb. His death still affected her, and she looked somewhat haggard. Her eyes were no longer as alluring as before.

With its head drooping listlessly, it certainly looked like a pitiful and frail creature.

"Miss, may I speak to you in private?" Shui Hong looked up and saw a bewitching face.

Her heart skipped a beat. What kind of luck had she been having lately? How come all the young men she had met these past few days were so handsome?

This young man has a completely different temperament and style from the one last night.

Shui Hong was nervously led to a private room, not understanding what this young master wanted to talk to her about.

"Do you know who those two people you last saw last night were?" Yin Luoha cut straight to the point, and Shui Hong took a moment to realize who he was talking about.

"Young master, you mean the girl in green and the young master in white? They are both outstanding in appearance and have an elegant demeanor. They must be from wealthy families."

“Of course it’s not that simple.” Yin Luoha narrowed his eyes. “They are government officials. If you don’t want to get into trouble, remember what you should and shouldn’t say.”

Shui Hong's eyes widened in shock. Sure enough, the figure she had seen last night was related to them!

Yin Luoha wasn't afraid that she would guess the truth; given her status, even if she knew, it wouldn't change anything.

What they should really be wary of is Shen Wumei and his group.

However, Shen Wumei is no longer as flawless as before; now he has a weakness.

Yinluoha secretly made a plan in his mind, and a smile curved his lips.

He was really looking forward to meeting his good younger brother.

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"Are you kidding me?" Zhu Qinghe almost dropped her jaw in shock after hearing Mo Wu's words. "You mean Shen Wumei and that prince are related?"

Mo Wu nodded. Originally, this matter should have been told to Miss Zhu by the boss himself.

But Miss Zhu is not so easily dealt with; her methods are truly unpredictable.

Mo Wu relaxed his guard for a moment, and she tricked him into revealing that Shen Wumei's mother was Prince Yinluoha's aunt, who was also the eldest princess of the Yinshan tribe.

Zhu Qinghe really didn't expect that they had this kind of relationship. She saw that Shen Wumei disliked the Silver Tenon Clan prince so much, and thought that they had some kind of grudge.

But if they are relatives, why would they act like enemies?

What exactly happened in between?

However, these questions could not be answered by Mo Wu, so they could only try to find an opportunity to probe indirectly.

The Crescent Moon Bridge in Licheng winds its way across the moat; it is the very bridge where Wang Ji perished yesterday.

At this moment, Zhu Qinghe stood by the railing holding a blue oil-paper umbrella, with Chen Wumei standing beside her.

"There's no sun today, why are you using an umbrella?" Shen Wumei looked up at the gloomy sky.

"What do you know? I'm doing this to cover our faces at any time."

Shen Wumei found it strange: "We're here to investigate a case, not to commit crimes, so what are you afraid of?"

"I have a feeling this matter isn't simple; there might be some big conspiracy behind it. It's better to be cautious," Zhu Qinghe said seriously.

Shen Wumei had no choice but to let her be.

Last night was Qixi Festival, and people were coming and going, so it's almost impossible to find any clues on the bridge now. The coroner also said that Wang Ji drowned.

The only remaining avenue for investigation is through eyewitnesses.

Since there were so many people yesterday, surely someone must have seen Wang Ji.

"Where are you planning to ask?" Zhu Qinghe agreed with his idea, but without a specific direction, they couldn't just randomly grab someone on the street and ask them.

"Go to Yuhe Restaurant." Shen Wumei pointed across the street.

Before the two even stepped into the Yuhe Restaurant, a group of young women in brightly colored clothes rushed out of the private rooms, waving handkerchiefs and crying, "Indecent assault—!"

In broad daylight, who would dare to be so arrogant!

Zhu Qinghe immediately felt a surge of righteous indignation and stopped the girl who was running at the very back, asking, "Don't be afraid, young lady, where is that lecherous thief now?"

The girl, tears streaming down her face, pointed in a direction: "He... is still inside."

Shen Wumei was the first to kick open the door to the private room, and everyone inside looked over, causing him to pause.

"Where? Where is the lecherous thief?" Zhu Qinghe pushed his arm aside and peered out.

Wait, isn't that the handsome young man in the middle the same one in red from yesterday's bridge? And isn't that the girl next to him, Shui Hong?

How did they get together?

Shen Wumei frowned: "Are you a lecher?"

Yinluoha was furious: "You're the lecher!"

"It's been years, and Your Highness hasn't improved at all," Shen Wumei mocked.

“You’ve improved,” Yinluoha stood up abruptly. “You’ve been demoted from the capital to this godforsaken place, how much have you improved?”

Zhu Qinghe's gaze lingered between the two, her expression strange. The way these two were arguing was so childish.

“Well,” she interjected, “why don’t we discuss the important matter first?”

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds came from next door. Zhu Qinghe was standing by the door. She turned her head and saw a shirtless man running out with his pants up.

The door, which he had violently slammed open, bounced back sharply and swayed against the door frame.

"It's him!" Zhu Qinghe exclaimed in a flash of inspiration and chased after him.

Shen Wumei followed without a word, and Yin Luoha was about to go over when Shui Hong stopped him: "Young Master, we..."

"Alright," Yinluoha waved his hand, "Whatever, we've already met them, so say whatever you want."

"And what about my reward?" Shui Hong asked tentatively.

Yinluoha threw down a bag of money, turned around and left, taking it as a gift on behalf of Wang Ji.

The lecherous thief ran to the entrance of Yuhe Restaurant, but before he could even step over the steps, a knife flew from behind him. He felt a flash in his thigh, and the blade pierced through his pants and stuck into the door.

He was stuck in the doorway and couldn't move.

Zhu Qinghe chased after him to the door and smiled when she saw him clearly. It had to be Lord Shen! His swordsmanship was truly superb.

Shen Wumei strolled over leisurely and sneered, "Still trying to run?"

The lecherous thief, feeling guilty and terrified, began to struggle. With a "rip," his pants tore from his buttocks all the way to his knees.

Zhu Qinghe only felt a blur before her eyes as Shen Wumei quickly covered them.

"Do not look at what is improper," Shen Wumei said softly in her ear.

Tsk.

He didn't have so many excuses when he took her to see the corpse; men are so fickle.

Yinluoha chased after him and saw this disgusting scene. He frowned in disgust: "What's wrong with this person? Running around naked."

The people at Yuhelou were scared away by the group of whimpering women, and only a few guests sat in a corner watching the show.

The lecherous thief was furious. He turned around and glared at them, saying, "Where did these little punks come from, interfering in my business?"

"Put me down right now!"

Shen Wumei crossed her arms and stared at him coldly without moving, while Yin Luoha got angry.

He kicked the man in the backside: "You still have the nerve to ask us to put you down? I almost had to take the blame for you."

Go to hell.

His kick was so powerful that it sent the man sprawling into the street, his pants completely torn, leaving him only in a pitiful pair of underpants clinging to his body.

The main gate of Yuhe Tower crashed down with a bang, kicking up a few specks of dust.

Not far from where he landed, a pair of black boots hesitated and stopped, unsure of what was going on.

As soon as Yinluoha looked up, he saw the girl in black at the door. Because she was on a mission, she was wearing a silver mask. At this moment, she seemed to be taking a few steps closer.

He immediately called out to her, "Adele, close your eyes!"

Although Adele was confused, she obediently closed her eyes.

Yinluoha walked over, took Adele's hand, and led her back.

When they returned to the station, they heard Shen Wumei say, "It's rare to see Your Highness so considerate."

Yinluoha glanced at him meaningfully: "What right do you have to talk to me? Where did you put your hands?"

Covering their eyes is so cheesy.

The guests who had been watching the spectacle turned away in disgust. How boring! Qixi Festival is over, why does the whole street smell like the sour stench of romance?

After escorting the lecherous thief back to the government office, Shen Wumei called out to Yin Luoha, who was about to leave.

"A statement hasn't been taken yet."

Yinluoha scoffed, "I was just doing a good deed today, and I haven't even held you accountable for barging in and cursing at me back then. Don't push your luck."

“But a statement still needs to be taken.” Shen Wumei remained unmoved.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, Zhu Qinghe stepped in to smooth things over: "Your Highness, this is the rule of the government office. Please give us face and cooperate. Besides, Your Highness's bravery today should be known to everyone."

Yinluoha's expression softened: "Alright, I've always been chivalrous and never refuse a lady's request."

“Unlike some people.” Yin Luoha watched with satisfaction as Shen Wumei’s expression grew increasingly grim, then turned to take a statement.

Zhu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her head and met Shen Wumei's gaze.

"..." Okay, she said the wrong thing again.

You have to comfort yourself for the mistakes you made.