"Madam Cen, Brother Cen, we'll be leaving now."

Ren Donghui and Mo Zijun were both shrewd people, and they tactfully took their leave.

"I'll go outside for a walk too." Su Murong followed her out.

Yang Cui said, "There's no one else in the house now, so tell me, what exactly happened?"

Yang Juan thought for a moment, then said weakly, "Old Master Hu was buried the day before yesterday. I heard that he was buried with a lot of good things, so Duobao was thinking..."

An Dafu panicked: "That son of a bitch Jin Duobao dug up someone's grave?"

“It wasn’t Duobao who did it! When Duobao went there, Old Master Hu’s grave had already been dug up!” Yang Juan cried uncontrollably. “It’s all Duobao’s bad luck. When he came back with his hoe at night, he ran into Hu Laosan at the foot of the hill. The Hu family assumed it was Duobao who did it, and now they’ve beaten him up badly and are demanding compensation from us—thirty taels of silver! Where are we going to get so much money? Waaah…”

"If Jin Duobao hadn't dug up other people's graves, would he have gotten himself into this mess?" An Dafu was furious. "He does nothing but steal and do all sorts of petty things! He's even capable of digging up other people's graves, isn't he afraid..." The last few words were definitely not nice, so An Dafu shut up at the right moment.

"Uncle, my son Duobao really didn't dig the grave! He was just a scapegoat!"

Yang Cui scolded, "Isn't it Jin Duobao's own fault? If he hadn't had such bad intentions and hadn't gone to someone's grave with a hoe, would this have happened? He should reflect on himself after this incident! Flies don't land on eggs without cracks."

"Sister, look how rich you are now, please help us! If you don't help us, Duobao will definitely die, sob sob sob. His parents are already biased, and when Duobao got injured, his parents and brothers refused to spend a single penny on his medical treatment. If he dies, how will Dandan and I live? Sob sob sob..."

“Isn’t grave robbing supposed to be done at night?” Cen Xiao asked at this moment.

“We went at night, around 7 PM,” Yang Juan said. “What’s the point of asking this now?”

Cen Xiao: "That's interesting."

Yang Juan didn't react at all and looked completely bewildered.

Yang Cui finally realized what was going on, and she had to admit that her husband's perspective was spot on.

It was 8 PM, which is winter now. It gets dark early, and there are no lights. Villagers usually go to bed before 7 PM. So late and so cold, who would be wandering around outside? And how could they happen to wander to the grave of their own relative?

There's definitely something fishy going on here!