The unexpected turn of events occurred suddenly.

Both the human and the ghost instantly became alert.

When Laifu shot into the sky like a rocket and then landed hard on his bottom, it almost smashed his buttocks.

The pain brought tears to Laifu's eyes.

Fortunately, he was a ghost, so he wasn't really smashed to pieces. His buttocks weren't broken, but they hurt terribly.

"Ouch, that hurts so much... This wall is weird, it feels like it's on fire as soon as I touch it!" Laifu rubbed his eyes and pointed to the seemingly ordinary wall next to him.

Then, the moment his fingers touched it, that familiar, sharp burning pain returned.

Laifu quickly withdrew his finger.

The pain subsided instantly.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Lin Wanyue reached out and touched the vermilion wall herself.

The walls were slightly cool, taking away some of the summer heat, and there were also some rough marks on them.

I felt nothing else.

"Huh?" As for the burning pain, Lin Wanyue didn't feel it at all. She looked at Laifu and the other ghosts and said, "I didn't feel it. Why don't you try it first?"

"I'll give it a try!" Lin Xiangwu and Master Cui said in unison.

The two ghosts were extremely anxious, one worried about his grandson and the other about his beloved student.

Laifu curled his lip, thinking that these two ghosts were really not afraid.

I wasn't faking it. The fact that the eldest prince's house has things to ward off ghosts means there must be something ghostly going on!

Lin Xiangwu and Master Cui exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. Both ghosts extended a finger and cautiously probed the wall.

Sure enough, they both felt the burning pain at the same time and were so frightened that they quickly withdrew their hands.

Needless to say, Lin Wanyue could tell from the expressions on their two ghost faces that there was indeed something wrong with the wall.

Lin Wanyue reached out her finger and scratched the wall twice, scraping off a little red powder.

"Hey!" The two old women guarding the door glanced at Lin Wanyue again and cursed, "Get lost, you little beggar! This is the Prince's Mansion! If you dare to damage the walls of our mansion, you won't be able to pay for it with your life. Get lost, get lost, get far away!"

Helpless, Lin Wanyue could only walk to the side and secretly put the powder stuck to her hand in front of her nose to smell it. A fragrance that masked the stench immediately wafted out.

She had smelled that stench before!

Moreover, anyone who has smelled it will never forget it.

It's the smell of a corpse.

Lin Wanyue felt as if her brain had been washed with ice, instantly becoming clear-headed.

She quickly went to a corner, took a pack of alcohol wipes from inside the villa, and washed the red powder off her hands.

However, when you bring your finger to your nose to smell it, you can still detect that nauseating, cloying odor. The normal smell of a corpse is what emanates after a person dies. Moreover, fresh blood after death wouldn't be such a bright red powdery color, nor would it have such a strong, sweet fragrance to mask it.

Lin Wanyue suspected that the red color contained not only human tissue, but also other things that could be added to make it so that it could maintain its bright red color and mask the smell of a corpse.

"This eldest prince usually seems quite upright and honorable, I never expected him to do such a thing! Was he the one who infested the eldest son and caused trouble for His Majesty?" Lin Xiangwu clenched his fists angrily.

Laifu chimed in, "I reckon it is. I don't think he's a good person just by looking at that pretty boy. If he were really a good person, he wouldn't be so hypocritical. I've seen a lot of people in all these years since I died, and I often see these hypocritical and disgusting guys."

Master Cui glanced at his two ghost brothers beside him, deciding they weren't very reliable. He then turned to Lin Wanyue, "Wanwan, do you have any ideas? We've noticed something's wrong with the First Prince around us; we can't just stand by and watch, can we?"

"I'll go back and see if my dad can help!" Lin Wanyue wasn't impulsive; instead, she wanted to seek help from Lin Yanping.

Although she was also worried about her older brother's health, fearing that if things continued to be delayed, other unforeseen events might occur.

However, it is clear that she has no direct evidence to prove it. Even if Qi Yuan and Qi Sichen believe her, it is not enough to convince the public.

She needs to find evidence.

…

Lin Wanyue slowly walked to the road. Just as she saw Zizai's door, she heard a voice beside her say, "This little girl looks quite like my daughter, and her clothes are similar too, but look at her pitiful appearance... Hey, hey, daughter! What are you doing here? Why are you wearing such tattered clothes?"

Lin Weiming's relationships with most of his colleagues in the court were just so-so, except for his younger brother Bai Shitao, who was exceptionally sensible and helped him a lot.

It's hard for a person to dislike someone who treats them so well.

Even Lin Weiming couldn't do that.

Just as the two were leaving court, they arranged to have a drink at a restaurant. Unexpectedly, on the way, they saw their daughter looking so miserable and pitiful.

Lin Weiming immediately sobered up, hugged Lin Wanyue in his arms, pinched her left and right, confirming that this was indeed his cute and soft little girl.

"Girl, where have you been? Why are your clothes so tattered?" Lin Weiming asked with concern.

Lin Wanyue's clothes weren't exactly dirty, but the clothes she had specifically chosen to disguise herself were covered in patches, with patches even on top of patches. It was clear that these were clothes worn by a child from a poor family.

Back in the countryside, people weren't particular about clothes. Patches were nothing; a few holes were considered enough. Even Lin Wanyue dressed quite elegantly.

But things are different now. The things bestowed upon them by the Regent and the palace include not only gold and silver jewelry, but also a lot of fine fabrics. Fine fabrics will spoil if they are always kept in boxes, so even though Liu Junlan and Xue Fu were reluctant, they had no choice but to take them out and make clothes for them.

Therefore, since Lin Wanyue came to the capital, she has rarely worn coarse linen clothes. Now, she is wearing such tattered clothes that are too short, which makes Lin Weiming feel sorry for her.

"Dad, it's nothing. I'm going to see my grandpa. Can you take me there?" Lin Wanyue looked at Lin Weiming with a smile.

Lin Weiming: "..."

Lin Weiming frowned unhappily: "Why are you looking for him? If you have anything to do, just ask your father. I'm younger than him, and the old prime minister is getting on in years. If he can help you, why can't I?"