When Qin Ye saw him, the most striking thing was his pale and weak face. He wanted to help him, but his hands were stained with blood.

"Aren't you recuperating at home? Why did you come to Shuntian Mansion?"

Zong Zhengli came over worriedly, "How can I sit still after hearing this news? How is the examination going? Are there any results? I heard that Prince Feng and Prince Chen had a quarrel in the palace, and I don't know how they are doing now."

There will definitely be a quarrel, first because of the sadness of losing the child, and second because she can use this as an excuse to deal with King Chen.

She had a hunch that King Feng would hold King Chen hostage and would not let go, and the matter would not be easily resolved until the real murderer was found.

She took the hot towel handed to her by the Shuntian prefect and wiped her hands.

"I checked carefully and only found the broken piece of fabric."

"What material is it?"

"Silk, look."

Zong Zhengli took it. The white silk was torn apart by the strong pull. It was broken and wrinkled, with tentacles left on each broken silk strand.

"Ordinary people can't afford to wear such material," he said.

"Yes, so I have asked Shuntian Prefecture to check all the major clothing stores to see who the silk is generally supplied to. I have also asked people to check Zuimenglou to see who has been in and out in the past two days."

But finding the result is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Zong Zhengli looked at it for a while and said, "Let me help you."

"I spent a few months in the patrol camp before. Although I'm not here now, they still listen to me. They patrol the imperial capital day and night without stopping. Maybe someone has seen something and has some clues."

Qin Ye was slightly delighted when he heard this.

She had forgotten that no one in the patrol camp would relax for a moment in protecting the safety of the imperial capital, and would patrol everywhere every day to check for safety hazards.

The patrol camp's eyes are spread all over the imperial capital. With the help of the patrol camp, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

But when she thought of Wei's death outside Prince Chen's mansion, she felt inexplicably guilty...

"Prince Li, I was unable to help Madam Wei on her death night. I'm sorry. Now I still need your help..."

"What are you talking about?" Zong Zhengli put his hand on her shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "My mother died accidentally. Just like you said, life and death are determined. Even though I am sad, I have to admit this fact."

"I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. I had a bad argument with Prince Chen that day. After I calmed down and thought about it, I realized that I was too impulsive and too rash. Please don't take what happened that day to heart."

"But, Qin Ye, don't let this matter affect our friendship, okay? I have nothing now, you are my only friend, let me help you."

He looked at her and spoke every word with great seriousness, especially the words "only friend", which he pronounced particularly clearly and solemnly.

He valued her more than anyone or anything else.

Qin Ye pursed his lips, and the guilt in his heart deepened.

He was clearly experiencing misfortune and had always been misfortune, but he never complained or felt tired. Instead, he thought of others, hid his own wounds and licked them silently, leaving the good side to others.

He is such a person that makes people feel particularly distressed.

"Thanks……"

Zong Zhengli laughed, "You still treat me as an outsider. Why are you thanking me? As long as I can help you, I will be satisfied. We are best friends, aren't we?"

"Thank you, King Li, thank you so much."