Xue Zhiyi slowly opened his closed eyes, a cold glint in his eyes: "The Dali Temple can't catch anyone."
She sneered tiredly, "We have to catch this person ourselves. There might be some twists and turns."
When her eyes fell on Xue Runing, she softened a little: "No matter how tortuous it is, I will avenge this."
…
night.
Yuzhi was quietly brought in through the side door of Jiangxuexuan.
Under the dim light, she bowed and said hurriedly, "Miss, I have something important to report. I ran away secretly, so I can only be brief."
Xue Zhiyi held her cold hand: "Don't worry."
Yuzhi mysteriously took out something from her sleeve, which looked like a piece of cloth, and handed it to Xue Zhiyi.
"What is this?" Xue Zhiyi asked.
Taking a deep breath, Yuzhi whispered, "This... was wrung out from the clothes that Madam asked me to secretly burn."
Xue Zhiyi frowned slightly and sniffed lightly: "The smell of blood? And a little... a faint scent of wintersweet?"
Yuzhi nodded: "This dress is stained with blood, and the reason why it is stained with blood is because this is the nightgown that Auntie Xiaorong wore when she had a miscarriage this morning..."
Xue Zhiyi's heart was shocked: "It really is her."
If the clothes had nothing to do with Rong Ziying's miscarriage, why was it burned in such a hurry?
"And..." Yuzhi's expression became more serious: "Madam, today, you asked me to burn two pieces of clothing."
Xue Zhiyi's eyes darkened as he waited for her to say the next words.
Yuzhi said, "There is another piece of clothing. It belongs to my cousin."
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