Su Peisheng lowered his head and remained silent. He thought to himself, it's more than just resentment; he might even hate him.
"That's right, Master Yuan, you misjudged her. If only you had listened to her back then." Yinzhen gave a self-deprecating bitter smile.
I shouldn't have brought Lüyun back to the capital. I should have sent her away the first time Yi'er said she disliked Lüyun.
In short, her unreasonable and disruptive behavior was not innate, but rather a malicious omen.
Yinzhen suddenly stood up. "Prepare the horses, let's go to Tongzhou."
Su Peisheng tried to persuade him, "Sir, it's getting late, why don't you go tomorrow?"
"No, we can't delay a moment. Your Master Tong is waiting for me to apologize."
Su Peisheng sighed inwardly. Fate was cruel. Their master had died unjustly, and that wretched maid, Lüyun, was dead, yet she still came to bring trouble to her master.
In Tongzhou, the mourning hall was set up. Apart from a few princes, there were no other guests who came to pay their respects. It was getting late, so they stayed overnight in Tongzhou and would return to Beijing the next day.
The two sisters, Tong Tinglan and Nan Yi, knelt before the coffin to keep vigil.
During the day, Shuntian Prefect Gu Zhao came by and asked the nearby villagers to re-examine the events surrounding the Tong family. He found very little information; there were no eyewitnesses, only a few tenant farmers who lived nearby who heard the commotion.
Even if the villagers heard the bandits breaking into the village and killing people, they were too afraid to step forward.
The body was burned to ashes, and no other clues useful for solving the case were found in the ruined courtyard.
Gu Zhao left in disappointment.
He was ordered to solve the case within a limited time, and Gu Zhao dared not delay for a moment.
If Nan Yi were here, she might remind him that there's no need to worry, because she has already taken care of the bandits.
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