Yu Qizhe saw what Gu Yun was thinking and said calmly, "Those people are determined to set up a trap. They will not give up just because they missed a letter from Li Xu. If I take the letter, they will have other evidence. It is better to leave a loophole."
Gu Yun was defeated by him again. He was speechless for a moment. After a pause, he said lightly, "You are thoughtful."
Yu Qizhe ignored his sarcasm and said, "Although we have Qin Huaiyuan's letter in our hands, there is no seal on it. If we only compare the handwriting, there is no guarantee that he will not say that someone imitated his handwriting, which is not enough to make Qin Huaiyuan confess his guilt."
"If Qin Huaiyuan wanted to hide such a large sum of money, there must be some traces." Gu Yun thought of the box of Yongle official silver that appeared in Xu Youzhi's house, and said, "I will ask someone to check with the third young lady of the Xu family."
"The Dali Temple may be in a hurry to close the case. Young Marquis might as well think of a way to let the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple jointly try the case." Yu Qizhe said.
Gu Yun disagreed, "If the official silver cannot be found, the Dali Temple will not close the case so quickly."
Yu Qizhe didn't know what to say. When he returned to Kaner Hutong from Annan Marquis' Mansion, it was already late at night. Liuzi called to open the door, and Mrs. Song came over to open it.
"Sir, the food is still warming up on the stove. Would you like some food?"
Yu Qizhe nodded and said to Liuzi who was going to tie up the horse, "Liuzi, come and have something to eat too."
Liuzi had been running around with me all afternoon and hadn't eaten anything at night. Hearing the voice, he smiled and said gratefully, "Thank you, sir."
Mrs. Song went to the kitchen to add more fire, reheated the food, and brought it into the house.
"Not long after the young master left, the post station delivered a letter. I saw that it came from Qingzhou. It should be a letter from home." Mrs. Song took the letter from her sleeve and handed it to Yu Qizhe.
Yu Qizhe took the letter and calculated the time. It should be the letter that Yu Jiao received from him.
After dinner, Yu Qizhe went back to his room to take a shower, then sat at the desk and opened the letter.
Yu Jiao's handwriting was a copy of his brushwork, and it seemed particularly familiar to Yu Qizhe. As he read the contents of the letter, Yu Qizhe's brows, which had been cold recently, became much warmer, and a curve appeared at the corners of his lips. His mind was filled with Yu Jiao's smiles, anger, and joy.
Yu Qizhe read the thick stack of papers several times. Yu Jiao's reply was very long, which made Yu Qizhe miss her even more after reading it.
After listening to her write so many things about Xixun County, Yu Qizhe felt a little lost. He was not by her side, and he could only hear her talk about these things in her letters, but he could not experience them with her.
Although it was past midnight, Yu Qizhe was unable to sleep because of the letter. He ground ink, spread out paper, and began to write a reply to Yu Jiao.
I just picked up the pen, but I don’t know what to write.
Since he came to Beijing, there has been nothing interesting or fun, and Lu Jin has been framed. Yu Jiao also asked in the letter about the lectures given by Shanshui Jushi, but he could not go to Shanshui Jushi.
Writing these in the letter would only make Yu Jiao and her family worried.
After a moment's silence, Yu Qizhe picked up his writing brush and dipped it in ink, expressing his longing for Lu Jin before mentioning that he had gone to Xinglou for dinner with Lu Jin. What he wrote was extremely simple, only talking about the delicious food in Xinglou and that writing poems could exempt one from paying for food and wine, but he did not mention the courtesan in Xinglou.
After sealing the letter with lacquer, Yu Qizhe blew out the lamp and went to bed to rest.
The next morning, Yu Qizhe asked his sixth son to take the letter to the post station and send it to Qingzhou.
This time, before he went to the Marquis of Annan's Mansion, Gu Yun sent someone to pick up Yu Qizhe and take him to Liu Ci Fu's Mansion.
Although it is now late autumn, the flowers in the Liu family courtyard are in full bloom, with no signs of being damaged by frost.
The servant led Yu Qizhe into Tingxue Courtyard. Gu Yun and Liu Ziqi were sitting on the stone table in the courtyard making tea. Seeing him coming, Liu Ziqi poured him another cup of tea and said with a smile, "Mr. Yu, how are you?"
Yu Qizhe sat down on the stone bench and smiled back.
"You're right again. The Dali Temple is about to close the case." Gu Yun went straight to the point.
After Yu Qizhe left last night, he was cleaning up the chessboard and suddenly thought of where Yu Qizhe was going to place his piece. He tried to place a black piece. However, the black piece, which was originally in a dead end, suddenly turned around and found a way out, while the white piece was in a desperate situation and was out of control.
He was so surprised that he sent the chessboard to the old man early in the morning. The old man exclaimed that it was wonderful! He didn't even need breakfast and insisted that he introduce this expert to him.
After the morning court session today, Wei Minzhong went to the upper study to ask for an audience with the emperor. He presented evidence of Xu Youzhi's embezzlement of official silver, saying that the case could be closed. The whereabouts of the dirty silver were unknown, and the emperor actually agreed.
As soon as the news came, Gu Yun became so anxious that he could not sit still. He was also afraid that if he acted impulsively, it would make things worse, so he hurried to find Liu Ziqi and asked someone to call Yu Qizhe. After all, he guessed last night that the Dali Temple was going to close the case.
"You said the emperor has agreed?" Yu Qizhe didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He thought those people would delay for a few more days to cover up their tracks.
"I've heard Gu Yun talk a lot about Mr. Yu's views on this case. In your opinion, how should this situation be resolved?" Liu Ziqi looked at Yu Qizhe leisurely.
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