Chapter 130: Stop here, doubts arise

When Nangong Ya walked out of Jiang Ning's yard, besides Lao Zhong and Xiao Ru, Jin Yao was waiting outside.

"The third young lady has fallen asleep, you go in and take good care of her, prepare meals, and don't let her go hungry. If she wants anything, go directly to Lao Zhong and try to satisfy her."

This is what Nangong Ya said to Xiao Ru.

Xiao Ru nodded "yes", then bowed to Nangong Ya, turned into the yard, and waited outside the door.

"You will be the housekeeper in the mansion from now on, you should go and get busy too."

After Nangong Ya sent Lao Zhong away, he said to Jin Yao, "Go to the study."

"Sir, the third young lady--"

As soon as he entered the study, Jin Yao couldn't wait to get to the bottom of it. Clearly, yesterday, Butler Ma said that Nangong Ling was a dead man whose hands and feet were broken and sold to another place. How come he came back safe and sound today?

Nangong Ya interrupted Jin Yao and asked him, "Did you find anything when you went to Wandong Road?"

Jin Yao nodded and said, "There is indeed a human trafficker named Wei Fangxiong there, but he left Beijing last night. Our people caught up with his carriage this morning and interrogated him. What Butler Ma said should be true. But Wei Fangxiong said that he handed the third young lady over to Blind Yang in Qushui City, and he didn't know anything else." Jin Yao paused and

continued, "I was just about to come back and find a few more people to go to Qushui City, but I heard from Lao Zhong that the third young lady was back, so I didn't give the order. I want you to decide."

Nangong Ya didn't say anything for a long time, and Jin Yao asked again, "Sir, are you still investigating?"

"Ah~" Nangong Ya sighed and waved his hands: "I won't investigate anymore. I don't have enough manpower recently, so let's stop here."

The most important thing is that the matter has been made clear. It was his second daughter who killed her own sister out of jealousy.

Nangong Ya still doesn't want to believe that the well-educated, well-behaved and clever Nangong Muyan is such a vicious person behind the scenes.

"When will the lady's carriage arrive home?" Nangong Ya asked Jin Yao.

Jin Yao thought for a moment and said, "They set out after lunch yesterday. After walking for half a day, Jin Hui went to chase them on a fast horse. They should have caught up with them and are expected to arrive tomorrow morning."

Nangong Ya pondered for a moment and said, "When they arrive tomorrow, don't tell them that the third lady is back. Just call the wife and the second lady to the study together."

Nangong Muyan committed such a sin of fratricide. He couldn't pretend that nothing had happened. As a father, he failed to teach his daughter well, which was also a dereliction of duty. Take this opportunity to discipline her properly.

"Yes." Jin Yao agreed.

"The third young lady has forgotten a lot of things. She doesn't remember who harmed her. I only told her about Butler Ma and Dongmei. You must remember not to let it slip. You should also warn other people who know about it. Don't let any news leak out."

Nangong Ya said it seriously. He lied to Nangong Ling just to avoid the situation from escalating. It would be bad for Nangong Muyan's reputation if it got out.

After all, she is the daughter he has loved since she was a child. Even if she made a mistake, Nangong Ya can teach her a lesson and let her correct it. The family shame must not be known to outsiders.

As for Nangong Ling, be nicer to this child in the future. He did ignore her before. Nangong Ya told himself that he would find a good husband for her and ensure that she would have a life of wealth and glory.

After Jin Yao left, Nangong Ya sat paralyzed on the chair, and rubbed his temples gently with his fingers. For a moment, he felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

There were too many doubts about this matter, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

First of all, why did Butler Ma suddenly confess? Why was he sure that Nangong Ling was dead? How come he was covered in blood but had no visible wounds?

Secondly, there was Nangong Ling who came back today. How could it be such a coincidence that he just learned the truth last night, and Nangong Ling came back unharmed the next morning?

Broken hands, broken feet, muteness, disfigurement, can all these be cured within a few months? Is there really such a miraculous medical skill in the world?

Who is the so-called "good-hearted person"? Saving the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion is such a big favor, even if he wants a small official position, Nangong Ya would agree, but that person did not show up. Is he not planning to do something good for himself?

The figure of Nangong Ling appeared in front of Nangong Ya again. The timid and shy one in the past and the calm, indifferent and distant one now, the two Nangong Lings appeared alternately in his mind. He couldn't help but question himself: Is it true that someone's temperament changes so much that even the shadow of the original one can't be seen?

Nangong Ya just felt a headache, one doubt after another was like a ball of tangled threads. He claimed to be smart, but he couldn't see through the clues.

But there was always a voice in his heart telling him: A storm is brewing!

He felt vaguely uneasy, but he couldn't tell where this feeling came from.

"Alas~"

Let's take it one step at a time, hoping that he was just worrying too much.

On the other side of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Ning fell asleep in front of Nangong Ya, and got up shortly after he left.

Xiaoru heard the noise and came in to ask, "Miss San, do you want to eat?"

Jiang Ning said "um", Xiaoru turned around and went out. After a while, she came back with a food box with three dishes and a soup.

After dinner, Xiaoru cleaned up the dishes and sent them to the kitchen. When she came back, she heard Jiang Ning ask, "Have the second sister and the lady come back?"

"No." Xiaoru replied.

They haven't come back yet, which is a bit troublesome. Jiang Ning thought.

She was isolated and helpless in the mansion, and it was impossible for her to find someone to inform her. It seemed that she had to "stake out" by herself.

Jiang Ning thought for a while and said, "Then accompany me to the mansion."

Staking out to get a clear idea of ​​the terrain first would also make it easier to get things done later.

This maid named Xiaoru was quite honest. She would answer any questions Jiang Ning asked her. Even if she was puzzled as to why the Third Miss was so unfamiliar with the Prime Minister's Mansion, she only showed it on her face and did not ask more questions.

Jiang Ning was very satisfied with this.

The two wandered around the mansion for more than half an hour. Jiang Ning secretly memorized the courtyards everywhere, and also learned the distribution of the servants in the mansion from Xiaoru.

Interestingly, Nangong Ling's yard was on one side, while Nangong Muyan and her eldest brother's yards were next to the main yard. The obvious layout explained the relationship in this family: a family of four, plus Nangong Ling as a surprise.

Along the way, they kept meeting other servants. They lowered their heads and called Jiang Ning "Third Miss", but after passing by, they looked at her with surprise, and even made a few comments.

Jiang Ning was too lazy to think about it. When she walked to the road leading from the gate to the study, she saw a stone table in the plum forest at a distance. She knew that this was the place she was looking for.

Nangong Muyan had to pass this road when she came back, whether she was going to the study or returning to her own yard. This inconspicuous stone table deep in the plum forest was really a perfect place to hide.

Jiang Ning walked over, with a faint plum fragrance lingering in her nose, and petals that fell from the branches scattered on the ground.

"The environment here is good, Xiaoru, go to the room and get the book on the table, I'll sit here for a while."

Xiaoru said "yes", turned and left.

Jiang Ning reached out to brush off the petals on the stone bench, sat at the table, propped up her chin and looked in the direction of the gate, with a cold look in her eyes.

I really can't wait to meet Nangong Muyan.