Of course, Nan Mo has the longest arm.
"Haha." Chu Mu took the one closest to him as a matter of course.
Nan Mo's eyes lit up with excitement, while the others felt a little regretful and withdrew their hands in disappointment.
"Hey," Chu Mu knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks, "If you're being too attentive for no reason, you're either treacherous or deceitful."
"No, no, you're overthinking it, little god." The old butler, with a face and a belly like Maitreya Buddha, smiled cheerfully, "You helped me find the murderer of my sister. I'll remember this favor even when I die."
Chu Mu laughed dryly twice. He never expected that the old director of the Imperial Observatory may look like an immortal on the surface, but in private he is actually a pervert who specializes in taking yin to replenish yang.
Every now and then, several women born on an unlucky day in an unlucky year would disappear in Xiadu. The murderer had not been found for many years, and everyone thought that they were taken away by ghosts. They never imagined that it was the old prison guard who was behind it.
The old housekeeper’s sister is one of them.
Chu Mu's hallucinations could last for seven days. The old beast, who couldn't escape the mental torture even after digging out his own eyes, confessed all the evil deeds he had done like pouring beans.
There is no need for the Ministry of Justice to interrogate him at all.
The cause of Ru Ji's death was revealed, and the female official who had been wrongly accused for decades was finally cleared of all charges. Even the left guard who had hated Chao Mu before wanted to worship him as a god.
However, after the Grand Tutor went to the Heavenly Prison, the old eunuch only said that he was determined to kill Ru Ji because he was holding a grudge against her, and did not mention the incident of the cat-for-prince substitution.
"I always feel something is wrong," the left guard propped up his chin with one hand, "It feels like His Majesty is deliberately trying to make him die quickly... Hey, Mr. Chao Chao, are you full? I'll go get you another bowl."
Chu Mu touched his belly and said, "Well, make me a bowl of tangerine peel and bayberry soup to help me digest the food."
"Yes, sir!" Zuo Huqi ran away happily with the bowl in his hands.
Nan Mo glared at his back: Damn it! Another step too late.
"Mr. Chao Chao—"
The servant in the mansion was holding a scroll in his hand, and he paid his respects directly to Chu Mu, as if he didn't see the Duke "Xu Zhi".
"Someone outside asked me to bring this to you."
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