"Smack!"
A crisp sound of shattering porcelain rang out, followed by a deafening barrage of crashes and bangs. Su Qinghe, enraged, abandoned her usual composure and smashed things around the room.
Qin Yunyun stood to the side, not daring to speak. Only after Su Qinghe's emotions had calmed down slightly did she approach him with a forced smile, massaging his shoulders and legs. She whispered in his ear, "Your Highness, why are you so angry? As long as you use my method, you can definitely turn the situation around..."
Su Qinghe's forehead veins throbbed, and he clenched his fists without saying a word, but this silence revealed his hidden attraction.
Qin Yunyun gently blew a breath into Su Qinghe's ear and said seductively, "Your Highness, I heard that the Emperor is going to thoroughly investigate Xiuyi Workshop. The Seventh Prince might use this as an opportunity to retaliate against you. If a bloody case were to occur at this time, wouldn't that be a perfect way to divert attention?"
These words hit Su Qinghe's sore spot.
After all, he had spent a lot at Xiuyi Workshop, and the list submitted to the emperor was drafted by Su Qing; who knew if his name was on it? This fire would eventually spread to everyone.
Su Qinghe's expression darkened, and his voice became hoarse.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
"Your Highness is wise." Qin Yunyun smiled brightly and leaned gently into Su Qinghe's arms.
Su Qinghe gently hugged her and frowned, saying, "However, I cannot guarantee that I can replicate the mummified corpse that appeared in the Yunjiang Village case back then."
“What’s so difficult about that? Your Highness need not worry.” A sharp killing intent flashed in Qin Yunyun’s eyes as she recalled what Fu Ruo had told her before, “Your Highness only needs to send people to kill them all, as for the rest… someone will take care of it.”
When did Qin Yunyun start acting so mysteriously?
Su Qinghe narrowed her eyes slightly, but didn't say anything. The two snuggled together, looking like lovers whispering intimately, but no one knew that they were discussing devilish whispers.
...
Late at night, in an ordinary little village outside the capital.
Su Qinghe's assassins infiltrated the village, and with swift strokes of their knives, innocent villagers lost their lives in their sleep.
In no time, a silent massacre had come to an end, the heavy stench of blood spreading through the village. The assassins quietly withdrew, and the entire village returned to a deathly silence.
"Creak—"
The sound of her footsteps crunching on branches and fallen leaves filled the air as Fu Ruo quietly walked into the village.
She lowered her hood, and a sudden gust of wind swept in, causing her black hair to sway like seaweed in the wind, which contrasted with her dark red eyes, making her look like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.
As dawn broke, several roosters crowed in succession, signaling that someone from the neighboring village had come to the small village to borrow needles and thread.
Upon pushing open a door and seeing the horrific scene inside, the person let out a scream.
"Murder!!"
...
A bloody massacre occurred outside the imperial city; a small village was wiped out overnight. The villagers died horribly, each drained of blood and reduced to mummies, strikingly similar to the Yunjiang Village case from many years ago.
Upon receiving the report, the government took the matter very seriously and immediately reported it to Jiang Fang on the grounds that the case in Yunjiang Village had been repeated.
At that time, Jiang Fang was practicing martial arts with Jiang Lin at home when he heard the messenger from the government office come to report. He smashed the sword in his hand to the ground with a "clang".
"The case from Yunjiang Village has been repeated? Isn't the suspect from that case still locked up in the Ministry of Justice's prison?!"
"The suspect is indeed still in jail, but today's case is similar to the one from back then. We have no choice but to report it to you, General."
The messenger kept his head down, not daring to look at Jiang Fang, who was furious.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fang still refused to believe it and said in a calm voice, "I haven't witnessed this myself, so I can't draw any conclusions yet. Please take me to see for myself."
The messenger dared not refuse and obsequiously agreed, then led Jiang Fang out of the mansion.
Jiang Lin frowned. Seeing Jiang Fang's angry and shocked expression, he was worried and followed him.
The three rushed to the crime scene. Upon entering the village and seeing the gruesome corpses, Jiang Fang felt nauseous.
When he investigated Yunjiang Village many years ago, he didn't feel disgusted, but now that a highly similar case has occurred, the feeling of being surrounded by doubts and unable to control the situation is particularly unpleasant.
"This is exactly the same as Yunjiang Village back then..."
Jiang Fang muttered to himself, a look of dejection on his face, but he quickly put on a serious expression: "Let's go, let's go to the Ministry of Justice prison and ask him!"
The "he" in this context naturally refers to the beggar, a suspect who was never convicted back then. Now, with the Yunjiang Village case resurfacing, the beggar remains the prime suspect.
Jiang Fang and Jiang Lin rushed to the Ministry of Justice prison. Upon entering, Jiang Fang roared, "After all these years, you still refuse to confess?!"
The beggar acted as if he hadn't heard Jiang Fang's voice. He idly picked at his ears, huddled in the corner, wrapped his tattered clothes tighter around himself, and didn't even raise his head. Only a few rats in front of him squeaked defiantly at Jiang Fang.
Jiang was in a hurry and didn't care about the rules. He stepped forward and picked up the beggar.
"I protected you back then because I felt there was more to the story about Yunjiang Village. Why haven't you said anything? Whether you did it or not, you only need to say one thing. Why suffer in jail all this time? Do you know that another bloody incident similar to the one that happened back then has occurred today? You know the inside story, don't you? If you know, tell me now!"
A thunderous voice rang in the beggar's ears. He raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes empty and devoid of any emotion, his pale lips pressed tightly together, as if he had made up his mind not to speak.
Jiang was furious and ran away from the beggar. In a fit of rage, she threw the beggar against the wall.
The beggar landed lightly on the ground, lying down directly on the pile of straw. He rolled over, closed his eyes, and took silence and indifference to the extreme.
Jiang Fang was so angry that his eyes turned red. He was about to step forward and lift the beggar up again when Jiang Lin quickly pulled him back and whispered, "Dad, after all these years, don't you know what kind of temper he has? He definitely won't say what he doesn't want to say. He's still an important person now, so you can't go too far."
"But he has to speak up now!" Jiang Fang was furious, his face extremely sour.
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and said softly, "Since we can't persuade him, let's let someone else try. Miss Su and he have a pretty good relationship..."
"Su Xiaoning? That vixen?" Jiang Fang frowned even more deeply.
Jiang Lin nodded silently.
"I actually have to beg her..."
Jiang Fang grumbled unhappily, his face extremely grim. After hesitating for a long time, he could only nod in agreement for the sake of the case. Led by Jiang Lin, the two hurriedly headed to the Ninth Prince's residence.
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