"Hey, I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to go ask Hua Niang something." She had felt something was strange before, and now that she had seen the corpse, she had some conclusions, and all that was left was to confirm them.
"What do you want?" Someone's arm was still in his hand, and if he didn't let go, Feng Qingge couldn't leave.
"Your Highness, you really ask a lot of questions." He lifted his eyelids impatiently, then straightened his expression and explained, "What do you think was the last person that dead courtesan saw before she died?" He raised an eyebrow, hinting at something.
Mo Linyuan lowered his eyes, his thin lips slightly pursed, "You mean..." The two understood each other without saying a word.
"Just as you think." That was exactly what she suspected.
He dragged the man back, stood beside him, and said, "Why don't you just ask?"
"You're holding me back, how am I supposed to ask?" Feng Qingge was speechless. This man had the typical princely syndrome; everything and everyone had to be done according to his wishes.
"Hei Ming, go and bring Hua Niang here." Mo Linyuan didn't answer, but instead ordered Hei Ming. Although the brothel was no longer as lively as usual, it was still a brothel. He found the smell of cosmetics unbearable and naturally didn't want to go in again.
Mo Linyuan glanced sideways at the figure who only reached his shoulder; from his angle, he could only see the top of her head. Speaking of fragrance, he didn't find the scent on her unpleasant; on the contrary, it made him feel somewhat dazed.
I really don't understand why a grown man smells so good, especially with his slender build and alluring appearance, almost like a woman.
I must say, our Regent is absolutely right about that, haha.
Just as Mo Linyuan was in a daze, Hei Ming had already returned, with Hua Niang following behind him. Hua Niang looked a little uneasy and followed silently behind, like a wronged little wife.
"Your Highness, the person has been brought." Hei Ming stepped aside, making room for him, his face expressionless and very respectful.
"Hmm." The deep voice sounded again, but unlike the previous relaxed tone, it brought a sense of oppression.
"This servant greets Your Highness." Hua Niang bowed, lowered her head and looked down, not daring to look directly at him.
Mo Linyuan nodded, raised his hand and waved his sleeve to help her up, then raised an eyebrow to indicate that Feng Qingge could ask him anything.
Feng Qingge ignored him; she was happy to have the person with her. "Hua Niang, do you remember who the last customer was for the girl who died in your brothel?" She asked this because she suspected something.
As expected, Hua Niang thought for a moment and remembered, and her expression changed drastically. "It's, it's the lord who died here..." she finally blurted out, as if she had used all her strength.
Hua Niang was terrified when she thought about it. Did the Third Young Master Feng suspect that the death of that official was related to Liu'er?
That Liu'er was the girl who died in the brothel. She only sold her art, not her body, in this Ningchang Pavilion. She was beautiful, and most of the customers came to listen to her sing ditties, so the brothel owner naturally treated her like a Buddha.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingge raised her eyes and exchanged a glance with Mo Linyuan. They both saw the meaning in each other's eyes and suddenly realized what was happening.
"Where is that girl's body?" Now she had every reason to suspect that the girl's death wasn't for revenge; it seemed that something unknown had happened before the girl died.
Hua Niang's face was somewhat sad, these successive blows almost made her unable to hold on, "She was carried back by her family." Liu'er has an older brother, who is also from a respectable family. If her family had not already lost their parents and had no source of income, she would not have come to this brothel to sing for money.
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