Yan Zhuoxu's eyes turned cold. "In the power struggle within the inner quarters, the most suspicious person is none other than the matriarch of the Shen family."
"Dried blood is hard to find; following this clue, we will surely find evidence."
"Continue your investigation."
"We need to obtain irrefutable evidence."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then, have someone protect the midwife first. Once we have all the evidence, we'll catch the culprit together."
Shuofeng's eyes lit up. "Is this also related to the Second Miss's illness?"
His Highness even said he didn't care about the Second Miss!
They're all planning to avenge her!
Where is the compassionate and undisturbed demeanor of a monk?
Yan Zhuoxu glanced at him, his jawline cold.
Shuofeng scratched his head: "I've been too talkative."
"Oh, right, there's one more thing." He observed Yan Zhuoxu's expression and said carefully, "The eldest daughter of the Shen family has been very interested in Ye Jinghong lately, but I've learned that Ye Jinghong seems to have met the second daughter once before. He seems very unwilling to change the marriage."
"On the surface, he was still being hypocritical and evasive with Shen Qingyuan."
Shuofeng sighed, "I heard that the Second Miss came to Duanyun Temple to relieve her distress over having her marriage stolen."
"Perhaps, the Second Miss and Ye Jinghong are mutually attracted and have secretly developed feelings for each other..."
Snap—
Yan Zhuoxu pressed the Buddhist prayer beads heavily onto the ground in front of him.
His expression was as cold as frost.
"Have you been meddling a bit too much lately?"
The north wind immediately fell silent.
"Your Highness, please calm your anger. 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 take a look.”
Yan Zhuoxu opened the door.
His indifferent gaze slowly moved down and landed on her face.
That face still seemed to carry a hint of sorrow.
Is it because of Ye Jinghong?
He clenched his fists and pursed his lips, saying, "With such poor eyesight, how can you even understand copying scriptures at night?"
Shen Zhiyi: ?
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