After an unknown amount of time, the officials from Tokyo Prefecture left the Xianhua Hall.
Ye Zelin walked towards the Xianhua Club, and Hua Fushu followed beside him.
As soon as they entered, they saw Mother Sai sitting on a chair with her head drooped, looking completely listless.
"Mom."
Mother Sai heard someone calling her, looked up, and saw Ye Zelin standing in front of her, "Second Young Master."
She noticed the woman next to Ye Zelin and felt inexplicably familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere.
The woman was wearing an orange-red cross-collared skirt, with delicate features and radiant cheeks.
"Who is this?"
"It's my wife." Ye Zelin said.
Mother Sai was slightly startled, wife?
Isn’t his wife the daughter of Lord Hua?
Last year, she met Mr. Hua's daughter, who was wearing men's clothes at that time.
She was so short-sighted that she couldn't recognize that she was Mr. Hua's daughter after she changed into women's clothes.
If it were any other time, she would be very happy to see the daughter of an old friend, but today she couldn't be happy.
Liu Feixu had been with her since she was around twelve years old. She had trained her to be proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, surpassing most of the girls in the capital. She had been alone for many years, childless, and had long considered Liu Feixu a half-daughter.
Ye Zelin comforted Sai's mother with a few words. Hua Fushu was not familiar with Sai's mother, so he just said "my condolences."
Mother Sai invited Ye Zelin and his wife to the backyard, and Mother Sai told Ye Zelin in detail the cause of Liu Feixu's death.
The coroner from the Tokyo government office examined Liu Feixu's body and found that Liu Feixu had died from excessive blood loss after being cut in the neck by a sharp weapon such as a sword.
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After Liu Feixu was buried, Hua Fushu went with Ye Zelin to pay tribute.
Willow catkins are buried on the outskirts of the city, where the scenery is beautiful with clear mountains and clear waters.
As soon as the two arrived, a flute sound came from Liu Feixu's tomb.
The man playing the flute was dressed in plain clothes. He was Ye Zelin's good friend, Nie Huaixin.
The sound of his flute was sad and mournful, like the endless falling leaves in autumn.
Listening to the sad flute sound, one can also feel the pain and sadness in his heart.
He lowered his eyelids, immersed in his own little world, and did not notice someone coming and feeling his sadness.
Finally, the song ended.
Ye Zelin walked closer to Nie Huaixin's side, gently placed his hand on his shoulder, giving him a little comfort.
Nie Huaixin turned his head to look, and the two looked at each other in silence.
After a long while, Nie Huaixin said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
This sentence was equivalent to giving Ye Zelin a reassurance.
Liu Feixu died suddenly, and the person who was most sad and upset was not Ye Zelin, but Nie Huaixin.
Nie Huaixin and Liu Feixu belong to the same Huaiqin Pavilion and are also from the same hometown. One of them is good at painting, and the other is quite knowledgeable about painting. They have long had feelings for each other and appreciate each other.
After placing the offerings, lighting the incense, and worshiping the willow catkins, Ye Zelin and Nie Huaixin stood side by side in front of the grave, while Hua Fushu was waiting for him under the green willows not far behind him.
"Feixu's death is related to the Qinghe Palace." Nie Huaixin said with certainty.
Ye Zelin nodded, "I know."
"The Huai Qin Pavilion was established a few years after the late emperor ascended the throne to collect intelligence from all sides. It has been more than ten years now. Although the Huai Qin Pavilion is not large in scale, it is not small after all. We in the Huai Qin Pavilion have done our best to collect all kinds of intelligence. Some of those people are hiding too deeply, so it is normal that we in the Huai Qin Pavilion cannot detect them for a while. It is not because we are incapable."
Nie Huaixin's hands, hidden in his sleeves, slowly clenched, a trace of bloodshot in his eyes, "Feixu, you died so innocently."
Ye Zelin lowered his brows. Liu Feixu was their mutual friend and colleague. It was just because they were on the opposite side of King Qinghe, so King Qinghe would kill them whenever he wanted, regardless of whether they posed a threat to him or not.
His mood was the same as Nie Huaixin's.
Nie Huaixin slowly loosened his clenched hands and looked at Ye Zelin, "It's about time."
Ye Zelin nodded, "Everything is under your control, Your Majesty. We will avenge Feixu."
Nie Huaixin remained silent. He only heard the first half of Ye Zelin's words and ignored the second half.
He wants to avenge Feixu himself!
As a lover, this is the only thing he can do for her with his own hands!
"I will avenge Feixu." Nie Huaixin said.
Ye Zelin looked at Nie Huaixin, his eyes showing determination. "Huaixin, don't be impulsive."
"I won't." Nie Huaixin knew that the situation was about to be resolved. Now was a critical moment, and he would not act impulsively and do anything that would affect the overall situation.
"When it rains, you cut off one of that man's arms, and I'll cut off the other one." The young man in plain clothes had a resolute look in his cold eyes.
Ye Zelin said, "If you need help, you can ask Fu Shu for help."
Nie Huaixin nodded slightly.
Soon, Ye Zelin and Hua Fushu returned to the General's Mansion.
Inside the carriage, Hua Fushu asked about the relationship between Liu Feixu and Nie Huaixin.
Ye Zelin didn't hide anything and told Hua Fushu everything. "Feixu is the daughter of a criminal. She was originally going to be sent to the Jiaofangsi as an official prostitute. It was the leader of the Huaiqin Pavilion who took a fancy to her and asked for the late emperor's will to bring Feixu to the Huaiqin Pavilion. Later, Feixu was sent to the Xianhua Guild Hall to be raised by Sai Mama. Huaixin is an orphan. His parents and family died in the earthquake. He was the only one who survived. He was taken back by the Huaiqin Pavilion while he was wandering and begging."
"Huaixin and Feixu met at Huaiqin Pavilion. They're from the same hometown, both of whom lost their parents and relatives, so naturally they have some differences from others. I've known them for quite a few years now, and I don't know when Huaixin and Feixu developed a bond. Sometimes I even help Huaixin bring things to Feixu."
Speaking of this, Ye Zelin recalled his first meeting with Hua Fushu at the Xianhua Club. At that time, Huai Xin asked him to bring a painting titled "Crows Perched in the Courtyard" to Liu Feixu. He handed the painting to Liu Feixu, chatted with her for a few words, and then planned to return home.
When he was about to go downstairs, he heard light footsteps coming from the corridor outside the house. He thought that it was someone sent by King Qinghe eavesdropping outside the house, so he winked at Liu Feixu and started acting with her.
Unexpectedly, the person eavesdropping outside the house was not someone sent by Prince Qinghe, but Hua Fushu, who was disguised as a man to ask him to break off the engagement.
If he had known that the person outside the house was Hua Fushu, he would never have acted out that romantic drama.
"I don't know how much you heard that day at the Xianhua Club. Everything Feixu and I said was just a show for others. I didn't know it was you who eavesdropped at first."
Ye Zelin looked at Hua Fushu with clear eyes, "Fushu, do you have any feelings?"
Hua Fushu moved a little closer to the man, her long arms climbing up Ye Zelin's shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Her moon-white sleeves slid down to her elbows, revealing half of her arms. She shook her head slightly, "I don't have any attachments in my heart."
She continued in a playful voice, "Ye Zelin, when I wasn't sure about your feelings, I might have cared about the rumors about you and Liu Feixu because I was jealous. But after I knew how you felt about me, I didn't care anymore. In fact, you two were just acting, so there's no need for me to take it to heart."
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