Just as Murong Xingchen was dumbfounded, a guard rushed in to report, "Lord Murong, something has happened."
Rushing back to Lin'an prison, Hua Yuhe had already been stabbed to death! Several girls who knew the truth were all silenced, and the guards were not spared either!
"Who did this?" Murong Xingchen's eyes reddened. How dare they come to the Lin'an prison to assassinate an important witness! They are simply audacious!
"Reporting to Your Excellency, the guards on duty only discovered the serious incident when it was time for their shift to end. They haven't found the thief yet! Judging from the wounds, they were neat, deep, and clean—no ordinary expert could have done this. And they did it without alerting anyone, so they must be highly trained, and there was more than one. Our Lin'an prison is a highly confidential place; the intruders seemed to know their way around well." Having said this, the guard said no more.
Murong Xingchen pondered for a moment. The person who could assassinate the witness could be someone from Nanfang Nan, or it could be someone sent by the Murong family. He had just been summoned away, and then this incident happened in Lin'an, which made him suspicious of his own family.
Before he could figure things out, another guard came to report, "Sir, two people are looking for you. They say they're from the barbecue restaurant in Longyang Town and have something urgent to discuss."
Murong Xingchen remained silent for a moment, then closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and said, "I understand."
By the time Murong Xingchen's report reached the Emperor through his secret guards, Murong Qingyun and his family, along with their retainers, had already been secretly detained by the Eastern Depot.
Barbecue restaurant!
The guards sent by Murong Xingchen secretly took away the bodies of several assassins in black! Qiu Kongkong and Wang Fengyang also returned with the guards.
Lan Yamei stayed by Qiu Zeyu's side without leaving him for a moment, hoping that he would wake up soon.
Qiu Kongkong glanced at her brother, who was still unconscious, and asked, "Did he say who did it?"
Lan Yamei didn't answer immediately, but asked instead, "Did you find out anything from Lin'an? Did Hua Yuhe reveal the mastermind behind it all?"
"She was assassinated and died in prison! Murong Xingchen doesn't want to talk about the rest." Qiu Kongkong rubbed his aching shoulder and said, "Since you don't want to talk, cook first. I'll stay with my brother."
Everyone had only eaten a bowl of tofu pudding this morning. The shopkeeper across the street, Manager Wang, sent all his employees out to find a helper for Lan Ya Mei. The shop was closed today, so everyone had to find their own lunch.
Wang Fengyang ran back and forth, looking exhausted, but he didn't complain of being hungry. He just silently stayed by his master's bedside, preoccupied with something on his mind.
Lan Ya Mei said, "It's gotten colder lately, and everything's been going wrong. Let's have hot pot for lunch today! It'll bring good luck and wash away the bad fortune. You guys stay here, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare."
"It would be so great if Master could eat with us!" Wang Fengyang's eyes sparkled, as if he could already be eating.
Qiu Kongkong asked blankly, "What is hot pot?"
"Just wait, you'll see once you eat it!" After saying this, Lan Yamei hurried downstairs to the kitchen to prepare. Today, including the Liu family father and son, there were only five people to eat, so it was a simple meal.
As soon as Lan Yamei left, Qiu Kongkong immediately disregarded her own safety and used her internal energy to heal her brother's injuries.
As soon as Lan Yamei came downstairs, she stood at the door and glanced around. Just then, she saw Grandpa Doufunao, who had returned, hurrying towards her with his grandson.
"What's wrong, sir?" Lan Yamei asked from afar.
"Manager Lan, are you alright? Is everyone alright?" the old man asked breathlessly, clearly having left in a hurry.
"It's nothing, everyone's fine! I was just about to make lunch, nothing's wrong, why did you suddenly come back?" Lan Yamei didn't expect that the news about the shop would spread so quickly, as if someone was watching.
"I had just finished cleaning and tidying up when I got back, and I was going to take a nap when I heard the neighbors talking about someone dying here. I rushed over without even having time to eat, just to see if I needed any help." The old man said, wiping his sweat, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.
Lan Yamei secretly took out a handful of hawthorn slices from her sleeve and stuffed them into the child's hand. The child looked like he had indigestion; he was thin and had yellowish hair.
The child, already familiar with the place, showed no fear and covered the child with her clothes. Lan Yamei whispered, "Grandpa, don't make a big deal out of this. The shop is preparing to open tomorrow. If I need your help, I'll let you know. Please take the child home quickly, and the tofu pudding business will continue tomorrow. Just pretend nothing happened here."
The old man nodded quickly, his ears turning slightly red. Lan Yamei calmly and loudly told the old man, "It's alright! Those petty thieves who tried to rob you have already been killed, and the government officials just took them away."
This was said not only to the old man, but also to his colleagues who were peeking around from the neighborhood.
The reasoning is simple: coming all this way to ask questions could easily lead to misunderstandings, even if there's nothing wrong. Besides, those peering competitors are just waiting for an opportunity to gossip. Ideally, they'd like to ruin Lan Ya Mei's barbecue restaurant!
"Alright, alright, it's good that you're alright. Just let me know if you need any help. It's good that you're alright, then I'll go back now." After saying that, the old man took his grandson's hand and walked back.
Watching the old man hurrying to and fro, Lan Yamei felt uneasy. How did the news of the assassin in the shop happen to reach his ears?
The old man lives in a remote place with no neighbors. He takes a child back and forth, and the grandson is covered in sweat. Doesn't he feel sorry for him?
The sun was already high in the sky, and without thinking too much, Lan Yamei hurried back to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
They secretly took everything from their spatial storage, making cooking incredibly easy. In no time at all, Lan Yamei called out, "Everyone, come down and eat!"
The five people quickly sat down around a table. Except for Wang Feng, who had eaten hot pot before and found it uninteresting, the others looked at each other, completely bewildered as to how to eat it. They stared blankly at the bubbling red chili water.
Lan Yamei was still worried about Qiu Zeyu, so she said, "I'm leaving him to you, Yangyang. I'm going upstairs to watch over your master. Don't worry about me, I've already eaten." Just as she was about to go upstairs, Manager Wang from across the street came over with a group of women and children.
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