"Isn't it? If this girl couldn't have done this, then there must be someone behind the scenes directing her. Otherwise, why would she take all the responsibility? This... is totally unreasonable!"

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Just when everyone was pointing the finger at the so-called 'instigator' behind her, Li Yuan suddenly raised her head, looked at Ling Wentian, Ling Wuya and Ling Yun who had been worried about her with an unusually calm expression, and smiled gratefully but bitterly: "Grandpa, Master, and Miss, you don't have to speak for Yuan'er. This matter was indeed done by Yuan'er, and it has nothing to do with others. Don't pursue it anymore!"

"You said you don't want to pursue it, so you don't want to pursue it? Although I don't understand why you want to bear the false accusation, but have you ever thought that by doing this, you will let the real murderer go?"

A cold and hard voice suddenly sounded behind Li Yuan. The voice was so chilling that it made people shiver for no reason.

Looking intently, in the backlight, a tall and straight figure was walking towards them...

"Brother? I was looking for you. Where have you been?"

Lingyun looked at the handsome man who walked in from the backlight. He was about twenty years old, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and as handsome as a banished immortal. His black hair was tied up high with a white jade hairpin on the bun, which was simple yet elegant. He was wearing a plain white robe, spotless, which made him look even more elegant like a lotus.

Ling Yun quickly stepped forward and climbed onto his arm: "What did you mean by what you just said, brother? Could it be that... you know who the murderer is?"

Ling Yi, the young master of Lingjia Manor and the only legitimate son of Ling Wuya, possesses unique capital and power and is quite famous in the martial arts world.

But he had a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes swept across the faces of the people present. Finally... he fixed his dark eyes that made people dare not look directly at them on one of them, and said in a cold and resounding voice: "Doctor Wang, what do you think of this matter? The murderer dared to poison my Lingjia Manor. Is he too confident? Or too stupid? Or... does he have other purposes?"

Doctor Wang’s real name is Wang Yaozong. He is the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau. He is 68 years old this year and is a highly respected doctor.

Being called out by the young master of Lingjia Manor out of the blue, he couldn't help but tremble, and said hesitantly: "This... I can't say anything rash."

Ling Yi's dark eyes stared at him meaningfully, and the corners of his lips curled up in a smile: "Really...?"

"What does this mean, Young Master?"

Only then did Wang Yaozong realize the hidden meaning in his words, and his expression changed immediately, with a hint of majesty and doubt in his voice.

How could he, the head of the Imperial Hospital, be insulted by a young boy in public? It was simply outrageous!

Ling Yi looked at his instantly changed expression and suddenly smiled. With a light sweep of her long sleeves, the teacup on the table suddenly appeared in his hand. Her jade-like fingers gently stroked the edge of the cup, smelling the fragrant and just-right-temperature tea. She lowered her eyes slightly and exclaimed in ecstasy, "What a great tea, but... I'm afraid it's a pity!"