"Yes, father is right. I won't say it again!" Fu Mo replied respectfully.
"Let's go in and eat!" After saying that, Fu Zhonghan walked in first, and Fu Mo quickly followed.
That night, they ate home-cooked meals and chatted occasionally. It was not until after dinner that An Tingyu talked to Fu Zhonghan about moving. But unfortunately, as Fu Mo said, Fu Zhonghan rejected her idea without saying a word.
Seeing that he was so determined, An Tingyu had no choice but to put the matter of moving aside for the time being.
After chatting for a while at Fu's house, An Tingyu brought little Yunxi back to the Xiang Mansion. As soon as she entered the door, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Dang Yan, who was beside her, was startled and quickly protected An Tingyu and her son behind him, but when he found that the person was Jianyun, the sharpness in his eyes disappeared.
"Dang Yan, can you have some other reaction? You either have a deadpan face or you're cold." Feng Yun scolded him with a smile, but the latter just glanced at him indifferently, then stepped aside, completely ignoring him.
"you……"
"Let's get down to business first." An Tingyu narrowed her sharp eyes slightly, and fierceness was released in her eyes.
Upon hearing this, Fengyun quickly reported: "Miss An, according to your instructions, I searched the jailer's house and found this thing under the corner of the bed."
"A woman's hairpin?" An Tingyu was slightly stunned. "If I remember correctly, the jailer's name seemed to be Zhang Daliang, and he was not married, right? A man without a wife or concubine must have had an affair with a woman, or this hairpin must have been left by the murderer."
An Tingyu took the hairpin, examined it for a long time, and then put it to her nose and sniffed it. "It smells like rouge, and it's very strong. This hairpin... I seem to have seen it somewhere."
"Yes, it's her!" An Tingyu's eyes lit up and she thought of someone.
"Who?" Fengyun asked.
"Yihongyuan, Lianxiang!" Three years ago, she dressed herself up as an old woman and wanted to go to Yihongyuan to make a scene, but failed because of Lianxiang. At that time, the hairpin Lianxiang was wearing on her head happened to be this one.
"Lianxiang?" Fengyun exclaimed in surprise. "She's the top girl in Yihongyuan. How could she, a top girl worth a thousand gold, appear in the home of a lowly jailer?"
"That's even more problematic," An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily, "but how do you know so much? And you even know she's the top performer at Yihongyuan. Have you ever looked for her?"
"Who has approached her? It's just that men sometimes need to have some fun. Going to that kind of place doesn't mean anything happened," Dang Yan dared to deny it. "But I heard that Lianxiang had affairs with many officials."
"It seems I should meet this Miss Lianxiang!" An Tingyu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. A prostitute, huh? She seemed humble and mean, but this kind of woman easily made friends with high-ranking officials and nobles, and knew how to control men. She seemed gentle and tender, but in fact, this kind of woman was the most dangerous.
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