Wang Kunyao was also very surprised by this matter: "I didn't expect that Master Xie is not as unkind as I imagined."
"Aying is his cousin, so it's only natural for him to take care of her. Others probably wouldn't be so lucky."
Zheng Xiangyi is not so optimistic.
If Master Xie was really so easy to talk to, others wouldn't call him 'Jade-faced Yama' in private.
Ji Changying was a little dazed, but in this moment, she scanned the area with her mental power but couldn't find the figure.
"Aying, what's wrong with you?" Ji Minghao stood in front of her and looked at her without saying anything for a long time, then asked her with some concern.
Could it be that Master Xie said something unpleasant?
It's not impossible.
After all, the Queen originally only had one princess, his mother, and now suddenly another relative has appeared. Maybe... he will feel uncomfortable?
Ji Minghao frowned, thinking in a mess in his mind.
Ji Changying came back to her senses: "Nothing! Housing is tight here, and there are only two rooms. How about we take one, and you guys take the other?"
Wang Kunyao nodded: "Of course, it's good enough not to live in the woodshed at this juncture."
When they arrived just now, they heard someone clamoring to pay more to change rooms!
He didn't even think about who were the people coming today, and which one of them looked like they were short of money.
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"How did the inspection go?"
Xie Siheng returned to the room where the Prince of Yongle was murdered, and asked Yunxiao with his mouth and nose slightly covered.
"The deceased had no visible wounds on his body, and his expression was calm, as if he were asleep. There were no signs of poisoning, so he likely died suddenly. However, I found this among the hair on his head."
Yunxiao was wearing a face scarf and gloves, holding a black needle as thin as a hair. No matter the color, shape or thickness, it was exactly the same as a hair.
If I hadn't seen the faint glow on it while rubbing it, I would almost have mistaken it for mine.
Chuan Qiong's eyes widened. "Oh my goodness! You're truly worthy of being like that. You can even pull out something this thin even if it's stuck in someone's head?"
"My grandfather and his ancestors have made a living from this for three generations. Don't challenge my cooking skills with your level!"
Yunxiao rolled his eyes at him, carefully wrapped the needle in cloth and handed it to Xie Siheng for inspection.
He carefully observed the needle in his hand. Such workmanship, texture and material were not something you could buy casually.
He exerted a little force in his hand, and the black needle not only did not break, but instead cut a thin line of blood on his hand.
Xie Siheng looked at the thing in his hand in surprise: "Black iron?"
This little thing is actually made of black iron!
Chuan Qiong hissed, moved over to take the black needle from Xie Siheng's hand, and gently stabbed it into his scabbard. The black needle went in firmly.
"It's actually made of black iron! What kind of prodigal son would do this?! Such a good thing, instead of being used to make weapons, they actually used it to make such a small gadget. What a waste! What a waste!"
Chuan Qiong looked at the black needle with great sorrow and grief, beating his chest and stamping his feet. He wished he could look through the needle and kill the prodigal son who made this thing with his eyes!
Xie Siheng ignored the frantic Chuanqiong and frowned at Yunxiao: "How did you find this thing?"
If it is made of black iron, this thing can penetrate into the human head with just a little force, and it is impossible for it to stay on the scalp. How did Yunxiao take it off?
Yunxiao felt a little guilty, his eyes wandering. "I just couldn't find the wound. The more I couldn't find it, the more curious I became. Then I tried harder. In the end, I only found a red spot on the top of the head that looked suspicious. So I... I... opened the skull of Prince Yongle..."
Chuan Qiong had no time to lament and mourn. He took a deep breath and rushed over to lift the white cloth covering the Yongle Earl's son. Seeing the tragic state of the corpse, his hands trembled and he covered the body with the white cloth again.
He wailed, "It's over! I'm going to be implicated again!"
Yun Xiao chuckled, "If there are too many lice, you won't be afraid of them biting you. Our master is so wise and powerful, and has such an extraordinary temperament. It's just a few insults and even a corpse being spared. It's not a big deal, right?"
"You're such a good fellow! You think we haven't been scolded enough, so you just keep accusing us of several crimes. Now, no girl dares to get within three meters of us when we go out! If we all become bachelors in the future, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Chuan Qiong rolled his eyes in anger.
Xie Siheng remained noncommittal: "Go ahead and participate."
Chuan Qiong was heartbroken: "This time, we have offended all the nobles in the capital at once."
"The more this happens, the more stable our position will be."
Xie Siheng didn't explain any further: "Chuanqiong, bring three bowls of water."
Chuan Qiong was stunned. Thinking of what Ji Changying said before, he put away his expression and said seriously: "Yes!"
Three bowls of water were brought over without any effort. Xie Siheng dropped a drop of blood from his finger into the water, then looked at Chuan Qiong.
He swallowed and asked, "Do I really want to drip?"
Yunxiao looked at Chuanqiong in surprise: "Could it be that you and the adults... God! You actually have such good fortune?"
Chuan Qiong looked at Xie Siheng's expressionless face and didn't dare to say anything, so he just let a drop of blood drip in.
Xie Siheng took out the water bowl again, bent down and drew a drop of blood from the corpse, and then quickly pricked Yunxiao's hand to draw a drop of blood...
The three bowls of water contained the blood of different people. Except for the different lengths of time it took to blend, they all blended together in the end without exception.
Yunxiao now understood the operation, and even Chuanqiong was silent after seeing the result.
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Although the gate of Huangjue Temple was closed, there was no shortage of food and drink.
A lot of vegetarian meals have been prepared today to entertain pilgrims, but the temples that used to be very popular are now full of people who are restless.
Many people were walking around in their rooms.
The same was true for those who had no room to live in, who gathered in the yard and murmured to each other.
"What do you think the Master meant by what he said today?"
"A calamity fell from the sky, and countless lives were lost... What exactly does this mean?"
Although the sudden death of the Yongle Earl's son was disturbing, after calming down, more people were concerned about the disaster and the suffering of the people mentioned by Master Huiji.
"Did you notice what Master said when he heard Junior Master report the sudden death of Prince Yongle?"
"What?"
"I know, I know! At that time, Master Huiji said: Even now..."
"Already what? Has it already come true? Has it already come? Has it already begun?"
"The master was looking in one direction the entire time he was speaking. Does that mean the calamity star was coming from that direction? Does anyone remember which direction that was?"
"It seems...it seems to be northeast?"
What people lack the most is imagination. Once someone takes the lead, naturally others will follow suit. Thinking of everything they have seen during the day, many people become uneasy.
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