Gaza—
The door to the house opened.
Zhang Qi walked out, looked at the group of people confronting each other in the courtyard, bowed slightly, and said with a fake smile, "Master Xu, Madam, Miss, Young Marshal invites the three of you in for a detailed discussion."
Xu Zhuohua looked up at the sky. It was clear and blue, but no matter how she looked at it, it didn't feel sunny. It felt even more inescapable than the smog of the 21st century.
The three entered the house. Cheng Muyun leaned weakly against a low table, his body wrapped in bandages with blood seeping through them.
Even Xu Zhuohua, who had seen many gory movies, was immediately choked by the pungent smell of blood and couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.
Meeting Cheng Muyun's eyes, Xu Zhuohua looked at him with concern. Wasn't he supposed to have suffered a minor injury? Could it be that the drug took effect and he failed to escape?
Cheng Muyun smiled at Xu Zhuohua, raised an eyebrow, and his eyes suddenly lit up like stars.
Xu Zhuohua's anger subsided a little, and she gradually calmed down, her tense expression relaxing slightly.
Although Xu Shinong and his wife were led to sit down by Zhang Qi, they were restless and uneasy.
Cheng Muyun's gaze turned sinister as he looked at the two of them.
"I wonder how Uncle feels seeing me like this?"
Xu Shinong, who was already restless, stood up abruptly. "Of course, I am extremely distressed. Don't worry, my dear nephew, the Xu family will definitely give you an explanation."
Cheng Muyun scoffed, "Half a day has passed, and Uncle still hasn't found the murderer?"
When he spoke of the murderer, his eyes were fixed on the First Madam, whose legs went weak instantly, and she tried to stand up but couldn't.
Xu Shinong swallowed hard, looked at Xu Zhuohua first, and as if he had made up his mind, pointed at Xu Zhuohua, "It was my daughter who accidentally started the fire. The incense burner fell to the ground and caused the fire."
Xu Zhuohua immediately gripped the armrest of the chair, still wanting to throw the dirty water on her!
Fortunately, she had informed Cheng Muyun beforehand, otherwise she wouldn't have known how to argue back.
Xu Zhuohua looked at Cheng Muyun with a helpless expression.
Cheng Muyun glanced at her, as if to say, "You see, this is how people are."
Cheng Muyun asked, "Oh? Is that so? I seem to remember that when I rushed into the west wing to save people, the incense burner inside didn't seem to be lit. What explanation do you have for that, Uncle?"
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