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Yin Yanyue had said that it was just the information of her previous work, but how could the viscount believe such nonsense?

He walked to the side, turned on the computer on his desk, and inserted the USB drive in his hand. "I know this isn't what you're talking about. If you want to go back on your word now, there's still time."

As long as Painted Moon didn't want him to see the contents of the USB drive, he would choose to not see it.

However, Yin Yanyue's expression was indifferent and did not have any intention of stopping him.

Perhaps it would be better for them now to spread everything out. After all, she didn't have much time left.

Without any hesitation, he opened the file on the USB drive, and a video of a black and white monitor appeared on the screen.

The surveillance video was from fifteen years ago, so it was very blurry. However, the person who was fiddling with the car could still be clearly seen to be the eighteen year old young lord of the palace.

Yin Xiaoyue sat on the edge of the bed, watching the scene with a mocking expression on her face.

The young noble was silent for a few seconds, staring at the computer screen. In the end, he did not turn back to look at Yin Yanyue, but asked stiffly, "Why do you have this video?"

"Is that important?"

The corner of Yin Yanyue's mouth twitched in ridicule, his tone was full of coldness, "What more do you want to argue about?"

Just from this video alone, it was clear that the Viscount was the main suspect in her father's death.

The viscount turned to look at her, his expression revealing neither fear nor sadness, "Do you think I'm the one who killed your father?"

Complicated emotions surged to his heart in an instant. He didn't even know how to react right now.

No wonder...

No wonder no matter what he did, Yin Chengyue wouldn't accept him. So it turned out that she had always regarded him as an enemy that killed her father.

Yin Yanyue just looked at him coldly, not replying at all.

She wanted to see what kind of excuses the viscount had to make.

"That day was just because your dad's driver wanted me to help him find a business card from another company that your dad had lost. How could I possibly want to kill your dad?"

The young noble's face was full of sincerity, not a single word was spoken as if he was lying.

Yin Yanyue's father could also be considered his big brother in name. At that time, he was only an 18 year old child who was in high spirits. How could he possibly carry the thought of killing his big brother and tamper with the car!

However, Yin Yanyue remained indifferent. "I won't reject your words completely now. But I'm already looking for the whereabouts of my father's driver. Once I find him, the truth will come out."

The young nobleman let out a breath of relief, quickly calming himself down, "Confrontation on the spot."

"Alright."

Yin Yanyue agreed without any hesitation. Then, she glanced outside the door and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Gu to go now. I'm tired."

The viscount looked at her deeply, and without saying a word, he stepped out of the room and helped her close the door softly behind him.

There was only Yin Yeyue left in the room. She didn't turn on the lights, and in the dim light, there was only the flickering of the computer screen.

For so many years, ever since she had grown up and left the palace, she had been constantly inquiring about her father's death.

All the people who had been involved in this matter seemed to have disappeared, while the other people who knew about it kept their mouths shut.

The Gong Family intentionally covered up this matter, so she could only return to the Gong Family once more, and slowly dig out this matter from back then.

A silent night.

The wind of early summer rustled the greenery in the front yard.

However, at seven in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly outside. The sunlight shone through the white curtains into the room, making it appear exceptionally warm.

It was early in the morning, so before Aunt Wang could call for her, she had already taken the initiative to go downstairs to the dining table.

The young noble was still dressed in a neat formal attire, sitting at the dining table and reading a newspaper, but his face looked tired.

"Good morning, Uncle Gu."

Yin Yeyue sat down on one side with a normal expression on her face.

The young noble didn't even look at her, only letting out a faint response from his nose, "En."

Yin Yanyue carelessly picked up the chopsticks on the table and said slowly, "I don't have a job today. I want to go to the hospital."

It just so happened to be a weekend, and she was now a designer at the Palace Group with a double day off.

"Alright."

"Yes!" The young nobleman didn't hesitate to agree. Yesterday, he saw her unsightly face and stomach, so he wanted to bring her to the hospital.

Now that she offered to go to the hospital, of course he wouldn't stop her.

After eating breakfast, Yin Yanyue went upstairs to change into a simple set of clothes, casually put on a light makeup, and left the house.

After about half an hour, the car stopped at the gate of the hospital and the hospital.

Yin Yanyue got out of the car without saying a word, and the viscount silently followed behind him.

This time, Yin Yeyue didn't wait in line. She walked to the surgery building and found the orthopaedic department. She walked into the consultation room without even knocking.

The doctor sitting inside was the same Zhao Feng as before.

"He's coming."

Zhao Feng helplessly glanced at her, then started to complain, "If you have nothing to do, can you not always come find me? Look at how many times you've come to see me. I was having a hard time getting a double break, and was just about to take a nap when I received your call. "

Yin Yanyue didn't reply to his complaint and just sat opposite him with a very serious face.

Zhao Feng looked up at her, and was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong?"

Looking at her serious expression, it was as if something had really happened.

However, after carefully checking her body condition, he realized that it was not a good situation. Nothing had happened.

Behind Yin Xiaoyue, the heart of the young lord was filled with a strange feeling.

Yesterday, Yin Yanyue clearly said that her stomach wasn't feeling well, but now she was sitting in front of the orthopedic surgeon.

Stomach pain coming to see orthopedic?

"Cough."

Zhao Feng coughed to clear his throat and then suddenly turned serious. He raised his head to look at the young lord, "Sorry, please wait outside. The patient will feel constrained if you stay here."

Constraint?

Nonsense, I just wanted to get rid of him.

The young nobleman sighed and did not insist on staying. He slowly turned around and walked out of the office.

After the door closed again, only Yin Yanyue and Zhao Feng were left inside the door.

"Tell me, what's the problem?"

Zhao Feng helplessly looked back at Yin Yanyue. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and raised his voice, "Don't tell me my ribs broke this time?" How many were broken? How long has it been since the incident? "

Looking at her undamaged appearance, there was only the possibility of the bones in her body breaking.

"No."

Yin Yanyue sighed deeply, her eyes met his, "I just thought about it, we've known each other for many years, right?"

About three years ago, Yin Yanyue was heavily injured on a mission and met the orthopedic surgeon, Zhao Feng, on the roadside. Only then did she regain her life.

From then on, she hooked up with Zhao Feng. As long as she was severely injured, she would come to Zhao Feng for help.

After all, her identity as a secret service agent was special. If she were to go to the hospital often and register, it was hard to not get caught by the police one day.

Therefore, Zhao Feng had really helped her a lot these past three years.