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The next day.
Yan Zhuoxu skipped morning class for the first time.
He sat in the inner hall, surrounded by Buddha statues, meditating and punishing himself.
There was movement outside the window.
The north wind blew up.
Yan Zhuoxu paused twirling his Buddhist beads, his eyelashes fluttering, his dark eyes as quiet as a cold spring. "How's the investigation going?"
Shuofeng bowed.
"As Your Highness expected, Miss Shen's mother was poisoned by a herb called withered blood, which caused her to die during childbirth."
Withered blood leads.
Yan Zhuoxu twisted the Buddhist beads slowly.
This poison can cause women to give birth prematurely and disguise heavy bleeding during childbirth, potentially killing them.
It is an extremely tricky and rare poison.
"Is there any witness?"
Shuo Feng nodded: "I found the midwife who took care of the baby that year. According to her, she already felt that the mother was not in a good condition when she took care of the baby."
"Besides the heavy bleeding, there are other symptoms of poisoning, all consistent with the Dry Blood Induction."
"This midwife is quite clever."
"Although she had her suspicions, she didn't dare speculate too much about the affairs of a prominent family. After accepting the offer, she took the huge reward and hurried away."
"He even hid his identity and had the audacity to stay in the capital."
“That saved my life.”
"Poor Second Miss, she lost her mother just after she was born, and her life in the mansion is so difficult." Shufeng thought of Chen Zhiyi's frail appearance and couldn't help but sigh, "I think her poor health is also due to premature birth and her mother's poisoning."
"But she's really impressive. She managed to survive such a strong poison."
Shuofeng looked at Yan Zhuoxu, his tone slightly excited, "Your Highness, are you investigating this matter? Are you worried about the Second Young Miss?"
If you feel sorry for him, then there is hope that His Highness will return to secular life.
He wouldn't be unemployed.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes and twirled his Buddhist beads.
The voice was calm and said, "I just promised to help her treat her illness and understand the origin of her weakness."
"Oh..." Shufeng lowered his head again.
"Your Highness, who do you think is trying to harm the Second Young Lady's mother?"
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes turned cold, "The biggest suspect in the inner house fight is none other than the head of the Shen family."
"The dried blood is hard to come by. We'll definitely find some evidence if we follow this clue."
"You continue to investigate."
"We need irrefutable evidence."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, "As for the midwife, send someone to protect her first. Once all the evidence is collected, we can catch the culprit together."
Shu Feng's eyes lit up, "Is this matter also related to the Second Young Lady's illness?"
His Highness even said that he doesn’t care about the Second Young Lady!
This is all about revenge for her!
How can a monk be compassionate and uninvolved in cause and effect?
Yan Zhuoxu glanced at him, his jawline cold.
Shuofeng scratched his head: "My subordinates talk too much."
"Oh, there's one more thing." He observed Yan Zhuoxu's expression and said thoughtfully, "The eldest daughter of the Shen family has been interested in Ye Jinghong recently, but I've learned that Ye Jinghong seems to have met the second daughter once before, and he seems unwilling to change the marriage."
"On the surface, he's still pretending to be nice to Shen Qingyan."
Shuo Feng sighed softly, "I heard that the second young lady came to Duanyun Temple in the first place to relieve the anguish of having her marriage snatched away from her."
"Perhaps, the Second Miss and Ye Jinghong are in love with each other and have a secret crush on each other..."
Snap——
Yan Zhuoxu pressed the Buddhist beads heavily on the ground in front of him.
His expression was as cold as frost.
"Have you been meddling too much lately?"
Shuofeng immediately fell silent.
"Your Highness, calm down. I will leave the temple immediately."
After he left, Shen Zhiyi knocked on the palace door.
"Master, I copied several volumes of the Heart Sutra last night. Please review them."
Yan Zhuoxu opened the door.
His cold gaze slowly moved down, sweeping across her face.
That face seemed to still be filled with sadness.
Is it because of Ye Jinghong?
He clenched his fingers, pursed his lips, and said, "With such poor eyesight, how can you copy the scriptures clearly at night?"
Shen Zhiyi:?
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