Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Si walked back one after the other.

The crowd suddenly became quieter.

Chaoyun's silence is different from that of others, and there is a dead feeling.

Zhen Shicheng showed no emotion on his face, and asked calmly, "Chaoyun, did you notice anything unusual when you were burning paper in the yard this morning?"

Chao Yun bowed his head and said nothing.

Yongchang Bo was so angry that he kicked Chaoyun.

"Uncle, don't be impulsive!" Zhen Shicheng hurriedly stood in front of Earl Yongchang.

Upon seeing this, Earl Yongchang hastily retracted his foot, but he still managed to catch Zhen Shicheng.

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard in pain and trembled, "My Lord, it is unwise for you to hurt Chao Yun before the truth is revealed!"

Yongchang Bo was so angry that his eyes went dark: "Master Zhen, look at her like this! If she hadn't killed the lady, why would she remain silent? Is there anyone in the world who would remain indifferent to being accused of murder? Unless that person is the murderer!"

"Uncle is wrong." Zhen Shicheng shook his head and looked at Chao Yun deeply.

The woman, who was in her thirties, had grayish hair, a haggard appearance, and dim eyes, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out, lifeless.

"What's wrong?"

Zhen Shicheng sighed: "There are many other situations where someone would be charged with murder but remain indifferent, such as if he wants to protect the murderer, or if he has lost all hope and doesn't care about anything anymore..."

When Chao Yun heard "want to protect the murderer", she didn't react at all, but when she heard "heartbroken", she blinked and tears fell.

Perhaps it was because the valve of emotion was opened, Chao Yunsi didn't care about people's eyes at all. Her suppressed and silent crying soon turned into loud cries, and each cry made people's scalp numb.

Earl Yongchang wanted to say something, but Zhen Shicheng stopped him by shaking his head.

A group of people just watched Chaoyun cry quietly.

While everyone's attention was drawn to Chao Yun, Jiang Si walked quietly past each person, trying his best to find the murderer in the crowd.

If it wasn't Qiulu, the head maid who committed suicide by jumping into the lake, nor was it Chaoyun, the concubine who had been depressed for many years, then who was the cunning murderer?

After a long time, Chaoyun's crying gradually stopped.

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help but glance at Jiang Si.

Jiang Si Chong, hidden among the crowd, shook his head lightly at him.

Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart and thought that it would be better if Chaoyun cried a little longer.

Chao Yun, with red eyes from crying, had no idea what this seemingly mysterious adult was thinking, and she just wiped her tears woodenly.

"Chao Yun, can you tell me now if there was anything unusual when burning paper this morning?" Zhen Shicheng asked patiently.

When questioning a case, he was extremely patient no matter who the other party was.

This time, Chao Yun finally shook his head and said softly, "No."

Zhen Shicheng was delighted.

Chao Yun's willingness to speak up and cooperate will undoubtedly help solve the case.

The murderer buried the bloody clothes where Chaoyun burned paper. Apart from the Yongchang Earl and his wife, Chaoyun might be the person who had ever been closest to the murderer.

"Chao Yun, think about it carefully. You may not have seen anything, even an unusual sound would count," Zhen Shicheng reminded.

Chao Yun looked up at Zhen Shicheng and smiled: "Sir, don't you think this slave girl is the murderer?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in that smile.

Zhen Shicheng was not confused in his work, nor was he stupid in dealing with people. Upon hearing this, he immediately glanced at Earl Yongchang and thought that this earl was really only causing trouble.

Of course, we cannot add fuel to the fire at this time, lest Chao Yun shrink back into that shell.

"I am an outsider, I only look at the evidence and doubts. You are insiders, it is normal for you to be swayed by emotions."

Chao Yun was stunned and couldn't help but look at Earl Yongchang.

Earl Yongchang remained silent, touched by Zhen Shicheng's words.

On weekdays, he was quite generous to his two concubines. Their food, clothing and other expenses were better than those of other concubines in the mansion. He even arranged good jobs for their parents and family members as an explanation to them for their relationship with him.

He just didn't have any feelings for them, and this was made clear when he was selecting the people back then. He didn't force anyone.

But when one of them turns out to be a wife murderer, that tolerance isn't enough to keep him calm in the face of her.

If he had not asked the people from Shuntian Prefecture to intervene and discovered that Chao Yun had killed his wife, he might have lost control and killed the woman.

Zhen Shicheng's words also had a great impact on Chaoyun.

She retracted her gaze, touched her bony hands, and whispered, "The slave had just finished burning paper and went into the house. I had just laid down when I heard a noise coming from the yard. After a while, I opened the window and looked, but there was nothing in the yard."

"How long did it take from the time you heard the noise to the time you opened the window and looked?"

"About half a cup of tea."

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help but frown.

If the murderer sneaked into the west courtyard to hide the bloody clothes after Chao Yun entered the house, half a cup of tea would not be enough for her to hide the bloody clothes and leave.

"Do you remember the exact time you entered the house?"

"It's just past the beginning of the morning."

Zhen Shicheng walked to the west wing with his hands behind his back, stood at the moon-shaped gate and looked towards where Chaoyun was burning paper.

It was just after the beginning of the morning, and the sky was not yet bright. Could it be that Chao Yun could not see clearly?

The place where Chaoyun burned paper was at the corner of the wall, where there were low flowers and trees. If the murderer made a noise and then quickly bent down, Chaoyun, looking out from the house, might not notice that someone was lying there, and naturally she would not see anything.

Zhen Shicheng suddenly thought of something, and strode back to ask Chaoyun: "Did you hear any sound when you were burning paper?"

Chao Yun shook his head: "No."

At that time, she was completely immersed in the pain of missing her unborn child and didn't pay any attention to what was happening around her.

"So, did you cry?"

Zhen Shicheng's question caused many people to look at him sideways.

Everyone knows that Chaoyun's temperament changed drastically because she lost her child. Why is this old man still chasing her? What does it matter whether she cries or not while burning paper?

"Crying." Chao Yun pursed her lips and clenched her hands hanging at her sides.

Every year on this day, she would experience again what it means to be heartbroken and in excruciating pain.

How could she not cry? That was the child she had been waiting for for many years, and he was the joy and support of her for the rest of her life.

"Did you cry out loud?" Zhen Shicheng asked again.

Chao Yun bit her lip hard and nodded.

Zhen Shicheng sighed softly, and probably understood why the murderer sneaked into the west wing to bury the bloody clothes.

After committing the crime, the murderer left the main courtyard. Most likely, he heard Chao Yun crying and saw her burning paper, so the murderer decided to frame Chao Yun at that moment.

Jiang Si quietly walked to Zhen Shicheng's side, coughed softly, and when Zhen Shicheng looked at him, he shook his head slightly.

Zhen Shicheng frowned.

Didn't find it?

"Master, are all the people in the backyard in the yard?"

When Earl Yongchang heard Zhen Shicheng ask this, he couldn't help but look at the steward.

The steward hurriedly said, "They are all here."

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Si looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Is there something wrong with their thinking?