Chapter 817: The Prince Believed It?
Thinking of Liu Goudan's shifty face, Song Yanxi couldn't tell whether she was happy or felt more sympathy.
But as a doctor, she knew very well that for a person like Liu Goudan who had been hungry and cold for a long time, even just a few broken ribs would be enough to take half his life.
If Zhuang Shihan is willing to receive treatment carefully, take good medicine and take good care of herself for a year or two, there will be no sequelae in the future.
But if he is even slightly careless, endless pain will be waiting for Liu Goudan in the future.
But this time, Song Yanxi will not rescue him again.
Some people only have one chance in their lifetime.
Liu Goudan had already used it up that time when he was at the Royal Post Station.
As for the future, that is his fate and he cannot blame anyone else.
Thinking that Mo Jinchuan would not bring anything over for no reason, Song Yanxi picked up the sachet, only to feel that it was so light in her hand that it seemed weightless.
But she could feel that there was something inside.
Generally, wealthy families would put some prepared spices in the sachets, perhaps medicinal herbs to prevent mosquitoes.
Poorer families often use tea stems as fillings, which can make the sachets round and full, and can also emit a faint tea fragrance when hung at the head of the bed or on the body.
But this purse seems to contain some rags?
Thinking about how much Li Zhuang valued this sachet, Song Yanxi found a pair of small scissors and carefully found the knot and cut it open.
The moment it was opened, the blood-stained coarse cloth inside came into view.
However, the color of the dried blood stain was clearly a little yellow, and it didn't look like it was applied last night, but rather like it had been there for some time.
Could it be that...
Song Yanxi quickly took it out and unfolded it. The five big words "Poison killed me" written in dried blood were shocking.
When the last word was written, the strokes were already sloppy and the shape of the character could only be barely distinguished. It was obvious that the person who wrote it had run out of strength at this point.
He Chunhua is the daughter of the village private school teacher, it is impossible that she only knows those few words.
The only explanation is that she no longer had the strength to lift a pen at the time, so she could only choose this most extreme yet quickest method to write down her great grievances.
Song Yanxi looked at the four words, and her thoughts were in turmoil.
Even though she had guessed this would be the result, when she faced the truth, she still couldn't help but feel sorry for He Chunhua.
If she had been a little more selfish and kept all the food and supplies for herself, her body would not have been worn down by long-term hunger and illness.
There would not have been a situation where she was seriously ill and unable to get out of bed, and Li Zhi had no choice but to come to Zhuang Shihan for help.
Song Yanxi sighed softly and said with emotion: "Before Sister Chunhua left, she must have specifically told Li Zhuang not to hand over this sachet easily."
Mo Jinchuan: “Not necessarily.”
Thinking about what He Chunhua had asked her to promise to bring Li Zhuang to the Yan family, Song Yanxi vaguely understood something.
Perhaps it was not her special instruction, but Li Zhuang never believed her, so even though he had moved into the Yan family, he was unwilling to hand over the things to her as He Chunhua had asked him to do.
It's a good thing to be vigilant. After all, he has lost his parents and only has an uncle who is now the master of the Yan family.
He had some concerns, and Song Yanxi could understand that.
But he knew very well that it was Zhuang Shihan who was the culprit who used his mother to test drugs and eventually killed her, but he still wanted to interact with Liu Goudan in private.
He even told him everything he had found out about the Yan family.
Does he really have his mother in his heart?
Song Yanxi folded the blood letter with a complicated mind, raised her eyes to look at Mo Jinchuan and asked, "Did Your Highness ask anything else from those two people?"
The knot of the purse was not opened in time, which only proved that the two of them were captured by An Yi before they reached their destination or just as they arrived.
No matter how much food is hidden in your stomach throughout the night, it will almost all be gone.
Mo Jinchuan nodded and said, "They are from a gang, and they usually make a living by taking on bounties or assassination orders.
This time I went to Beijing to accept an assassination order, with a reward of ten thousand taels of silver and gold."
"Ten thousand taels?" Song Yanxi couldn't help but sigh, "The person who hired the murderer is really generous. If the prince and I split it in half, there will still be five thousand taels left."
In today's world, let alone five thousand taels of gold, it is not uncommon for people to take their lives for five taels of silver.
It is obvious that she has benefited from being with the prince and her net worth has doubled.
Otherwise, how could her life be worth five thousand taels of gold?
Meeting her playful eyes, Mo Jinchuan said quietly, "One life is worth ten thousand taels of gold."
Song Yanxi was secretly shocked, "No wonder they are so desperate. There are only two of them left, and they are reluctant to leave the capital."
Mo Jinchuan heard this and coughed lightly, saying, "They do want to leave, but the city gates have been strictly controlled recently, and the silver they have on them is almost used up.
Worried about the long night and the many complications, I decided to take a risk and make a big profit by taking advantage of a merchant ship that left Beijing by sea last night."
Thinking about how the two of them had worked for the owner of the blacksmith shop for more than two months for nothing, Song Yanxi suddenly understood.
Although these two brothers do some dirty work that is not allowed to be seen in public, they still have basic moral principles and will never harm innocent people.
What about Liu Goudan?
Song Yanxi thought about this and couldn't help asking, "Did Liu Goudan offend them?"
Although their skills were not enough to kill the person, the injuries were so serious that it was clear that the person who did it was trying to vent his anger.
Mo Jinchuan shook his head, "There is no personal grudge between them."
Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow, "Li Zhuang and Liu Goudan were traveling together, but you only beat him?"
This doesn't look like there is no personal grudge.
Mo Jinchuan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Perhaps he just can't stand Liu Goudan's actions, and maybe he's acting on behalf of Heaven."
If he hadn't been serious, Song Yanxi would have thought he was joking.
After all this fuss, these two are still chivalrous killers?
If the people they wanted to kill were not them, she would really like to meet the two brothers.
Mo Jinchuan took two sips of tea before continuing, "They haven't met the employer yet. They only know that the person who delivered the deposit, judging by her voice and figure, is a woman."
Looking across the entire Da'an, there are only a handful of women with such financial resources.
There is no need to guess who is the person with such financial resources and the courage to murder the current prince.
Song Yanxi asked, "Did the prince believe it?"
Mo Jinchuan didn't answer but asked, "Am I such a careless person in Xier's eyes?"
He said to himself, "If Auntie wanted to kill me, there would be no need to go to such great lengths."
Song Yanxi followed his words and said, "With Princess Huayang's intelligence, even if it was really her, she wouldn't be so foolish as to send Miss Qingque, who is beside her, on this trip."
But who in the capital could afford such a large sum of 20,000 taels of gold?
Although Da'an is not a poor country, since the founding of the dynasty, Your Majesty has been deeply aware of the difficulties of his youth and has always advocated frugality.
Even when the queen and the crown prince were enthroned, there was no extravagance or waste.
Although the princes and princesses had enough food and clothing on a daily basis, their monthly salaries were not that much. Even if they wanted to be extravagant, they had to consider whether their family financial resources could support it.
Even Mo Jinchuan, who was loved by His Majesty and the Queen and had been rewarded continuously for many years, had mostly rare antiques and jewelry in his mansion, and very little real gold and silver.
Even if Song Yanxi didn't ask, she knew that Prince Jin's Mansion couldn't come up with 20,000 taels of gold right now.
Could it be Zhuang Shihan?
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