But it was obvious that Pei Nanjia could hardly move because of the poison in his body. It was impossible for him to walk out alone under the gazes of people in the yard.
So Pei Nanjia disappeared out of thin air, and the only possibility was that he was abducted.
After hearing the news, the Second Court Master Pei Yuan and his concubine Guan were extremely anxious.
Immediately, everyone in the yard was ordered to go out and look for her, with great fanfare, carrying lanterns and banging gongs.
The search was quick, and at three quarters past the hour of You, Pei Nanjia's dismembered remains were found in that dilapidated yard.
"Minister Pei still suspects that it was the old Duke who did it, but many people in the palace testify that the old Duke is absolutely unable to get out of bed and would not do such a thing. And I heard that Master Pei San was in the old Duke's yard last night."
So, what Pei Qinghong said was true?
He is really with the old Duke!
Is it possible that the two of them did it together?
Li Qingluo found it really hard to imagine that Pei Sanlang would do such a cruel and heartless thing!
Nan Jia is his cousin after all. They had a very good relationship in the past and sometimes lived together in Siyuan, so could it be him?
What was his motive for killing Nan Jia?
Li Qingluo: "What about the others? Does anyone have any doubts?"
Que'er: "They each have their own testimony, and they can all come up with an excuse for not being there last night. At least before we left the Pei Mansion, we didn't hear anyone do anything particularly unusual or strange."
Li Qingluo sneered: "It's right here in Duke Pei's mansion. Could there be other thieves?"
Li Qingluo thought of another thing.
"There wasn't a single drop of blood in that yard!"
Although there was a heavy snowfall, a lot of things were covered up overnight.
But if you want to dismember someone alive, all the blood in Nan Jia's body must be drained.
And the body was dismembered!
Blood will also splatter everywhere.
Li Qingluo followed Prince Su around the yard. Not only were there no bloodstains, there was no blood even under the snow pile.
Aunt Deng exclaimed, "So, that wasn't the scene where the Twelfth Girl died?"
Li Qingluo nodded.
"She was dismembered to death, and then thrown into that shabby yard."
When he thought of such a cruel method, Li Qingluo immediately clenched his fists, his heart filled with anger, and his whole body trembled with anger!
Que'er was shocked: "With such a big commotion, is it true that no one in the Pei Mansion would notice it?"
Absolutely not!
So, someone must have seen it, but no one said anything.
Li Qingluo thought of another question: "Is it true that none of the people in Duke Pei's mansion practice martial arts now? Are they all idiots?"
She always felt that only an insider could do such a thing.
Even if he is not an internal thief, he must be related to Madam Pei!
After a moment of silence, Nanny Deng whispered back, "Young lady, the Duke...it's impossible that he doesn't have martial arts skills."
Li Qingluo: "What did you say?"
Matron Deng lowered her head. "His martial arts were personally taught by the old lady back then... Even I, this servant, practiced spearmanship with him when he was little."
"And the masters of each family...when they were young, their first enlightenment was not the pen to write, but the sword and gun that could kill people."
Li Qingluo recalled the first time he met Pei Sanlang at the charity cemetery.
Hadn't he fled there with a young man from a count's family?
At that time, they were talking about the former crown prince!
Pei Sanlang is secretly working for the late crown prince!
Li Qingluo was suddenly frightened and broke out in cold sweat.
"I should have thought of this earlier. I shouldn't have been fooled by his seemingly insignificant appearance and his appearance as Nan Jia's elder brother... So, he must also be skilled in martial arts!"
"Prince Su killed that maid in front of him today. Was he just testing him?"
"If these people in Duke Pei's mansion are all hiddenly powerful and skilled in martial arts, yet they're being tossed around like animals by Prince Su today, and they're pretending to be cowardly and forced to bow their heads... then what exactly are they hiding?"
"Pei San is related to the late Crown Prince, will the entire Peiguo Mansion be affected?"
Que'er was puzzled: "Girl, who are you mumbling about?"
Li Qingluo: "I'm saying that the entire Peiguo Mansion may have been playing a huge game of chess all these years."
What is the Peiguo Mansion planning?
In the next few days, Li Qingluo was busy with Nanjia's affairs.
The news of the tragic death of Twelve Niang of the Pei Mansion spread like wildfire and soon became known to everyone in the entire Jinling City.
The Peiguo Mansion, which had kept a low profile for thirty years, was pushed to the forefront overnight, and everyone wanted to talk about it.
When Princess Nanping heard the news, her eyes were swollen from crying.
"Why can Pan Li be resurrected from the dead, but my sister Nan Jia has to die so miserably?!"
"God is so unfair! I'd rather have ten Pan Lis die than have my sister Nan Jia die! Ahhh... wuwuwu..."
"I heard that the thieves dismembered her body and tore it apart... It's so tragic! Wuuwuwu..."
Li Qingluo quickly covered Princess Nanping's sobbing mouth: "Don't let your father hear it!"
"What if both of them died? Do you still think so?"
Only then did Princess Nanping calm down and sob.
Pei Nanjia's funeral was delayed again and again because the Dali Temple Minister wanted to keep the body to solve the case.
But the Pei family wanted to bury the person in peace.
Therefore, Duke Pei sent people to the Dali Temple to make trouble.
Finally, Pei Yuan stood up and said, "My daughter, I, Pei Yuan, have the final say!"
"As long as the murderer who tortured and murdered her is not apprehended, my Jia'er will remain in the Dali Temple as a harbinger of my daughter's vengeance. I will never rest in peace, even if she is never buried!"
On that day, it was said that Pei Yuan was standing in front of the Dali Temple in white clothes and with white hair, crying with red eyes, and announcing every word to the world with tears and blood.
However, at that moment, a handsome man in a Taoist robe, with a graceful demeanor like a banished immortal, stumbled out from the side with disheveled hair.
He stared with a pair of equally blood-red eyes, his face full of extreme sorrow, and walked towards the Dali Temple step by step.
"Twelve Lady... Twelve Lady... No, this is not true, it's not true—"
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