CH 13.3

Although Ming Huashang didn’t see any abnormal expressions on Yang Er’s face, she understood Ren Yao’s character. Even though they had only known each other for two days, she had figured out that Ren Yao was a hot-tempered person who wouldn’t tolerate anything that compromises her principles and bottom line. She pointed at Yang Er angrily, most likely because she really saw something.

However, without evidence, it was useless to say anything. Ren Yao stopped talking, but she still had anger and had nowhere to vent, “Then can we only let this matter go?”

Ming Huazhang walked behind them. Unlike Ren Yao, who was filled with righteous indignation, his expression remained calm and indifferent, as if creating more trouble for himself despite his efforts did not affect him.

Ming Huazhang said, “Of course, we can’t let it go. Looking at the time when the two cases occurred, the murderer is most probably an insider. I am sure that the murderer resides inside this mountain villa, and the murder instrument and evidence must still be near.”

“That is where the difficulty lies.” Xie Jichuan poured cold water on the side, “This happens to be Taiping Gongzhu’s villa. Do you dare to offend the Empress’s favorite youngest daughter by forcibly searching her people and property?”

The situation seemed to have become an endless loop: as long as you search the villa, you can find the murderer, but if you are not sure who the murderer is, who had the guts to search Taiping Gongzhu’s territory?

However, Ren Yao became more and more furious as she listened, wishing to beat that trick-playing b*stard behind the scenes to death with her fist. The four of them discussed as they walked then they heard the sound of footsteps behind them.

Hearing the loud footsteps, Ming Huashang could already guess who it was. Sure enough, Jiang Ling’s familiar loud voice came from behind, “Second young master Ming, second young miss Ming, don’t go, wait for me!”

Without needing prior agreement, the four of them quickened their pace at the same time, but Jiang Ling still caught up to them. He chased them halfway across the garden, and was out of breath, “You guys walked so fast! How did you guys catch Yang Er? What’s your basis for thinking it’s him?”

Really, mentioning the pot that doesn’t boil 1. They were already worrying about this matter, but Jiang Ling just had to mention it. Ren Yao was already very angry, and this prodigal still wanted to come over and mock her. She kept walking with a cold face, without giving any face.

Jiang Ling glanced at her departing back and asked baffled, “Why did she leave?”

Ming Huashang kept smiling, thinking that Jiang Ling deserved to be the first and second ancestor of Luoyang; he never needed to care about other people’s faces, and he had no self-awareness when offending others.

She understood that Jiang Ling was purely just asking, and didn’t mean to seem taunting, but in this situation, combined with his words, what would the listener think?

Ming Huashang engaged in some simple small talk and then hurried after Ren Yao. Behind her, Jiang Ling who still couldn’t read the room was equally perplexed. One out of the four left in anger, one found an opportunity to run away, and the other was a cold master who didn’t bother to socialize. What could Xie Jichuan do, he could only deal with Jiang Ling with a smile.

It was getting dark while they were making tea, and afterward, they captured and interrogated someone, so it was already late when they left Taiping Gongzhu’s hall. Ren Yao strode forward, and Ming Huashang jogged behind until she finally caught up with Ren Yao outside the courtyard.

Ming Huashang held the courtyard gate, panting from exhaustion: “Sister Ren, your walking pace is too fast!”

Ren Yao’s face was neither flushed nor was she out of breath. She was no longer interested in drinking tea, so she pushed open the door to her room and walked in, “I just can’t stand that prodigal. Even staying with him makes me feel that the air is dirty. Why did you come after me?”

Ming Huashang gasped for breath. Her biggest gain from this Feihong banquet was realizing how useless she was. She was hesitating whether she should work harder when she got back, and at the same time, she explained to Ren Yao while out of breath, “It’s just strangers coming together by chance at a banquet. We will never see him again when we return to Shendu, so why bother being angry? Sister Ren, calm down, it’s not worth it to anger yourself.”

Ren Yao also understood this principle, but her hereditary violent temper just couldn’t be controlled. She went back to her room angrily and found that her bedsheets were dangling down for some reason.

She couldn’t help muttering who was so careless, the corners of the quilt were hanging to the ground. She went over to straighten out the quilt, as she casually spoke to the outside, “I know, but he still… AH!”

Ming Huashang was wiping her sweat when a scream came from the room. She was so frightened that her hand trembled, and her handkerchief fell to the ground. She didn’t have time to pick it up, and rushed into the room, “Sister Ren, what’s wrong?”

When Ming Huashang saw the scene inside, her pupils contracted tightly.

On the bed, the brocade quilt that she and Ren Yao slept on yesterday was slightly raised, and where half the quilt was lifted, a woman in red was revealed.

She lay stiff on their bed, blood soaking the bedding. Her head was tilted outward, with a faint smile on her face, but the most frightening thing was the two dark holes above.

Her eyes were gouged out, and she stared at the door motionlessly. In her short period of absent-mindedness, Ming Huashang even thought that the woman was trying to look into her eyes.