CH 53.4

When he finally finished, the painter presented the paper to the local magistrate. The two men looked at each other with astonishment and turned their attention to Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou sat aside to drink tea and did not speak.

As they whispered, Meng Huan looked sideways in disbelief and asked, “What do you see?”

The local magistrate hesitantly said, “This person’s attire is slightly odd. Wearing a hat on a hot day, he must live in an alpine region and has developed the habit of wearing a hat. The clothes are made of cloth and leather because nomads hunt for a living, and silk cloth is too expensive and difficult to obtain. The belt around his waist bundles knives and arrow sacs, and the split pants facilitate horseback riding. This person is not a Han Chinese but a nomadic ethnic group from the north. However, he was dressed more like the Jurchen people of the northeast.”

— Jurchen people.

A ripple ran through Meng Huan’s head.

Yes. At that time, this person’s clothing and temperament were somewhat similar to An Chui, which was why Meng Huan went after him.

Meng Huan hurriedly nodded. “That’s them!”

Meng Huan couldn’t help but cry out in his heart.

Go get them!

If they are related to An Chui, for example, if they happen to come to bring him back to the tribe, you have to hurry up and do it. Arrest An Chui together for everyone’s satisfaction so they won’t attack the Great Zong later!

Prevent this before it happens!

Go quickly!!!

But the local magistrate’s expression was not so tense. The ethnic relations of the Great Zong were understandable, and the presence of the Jurchen people in the capital was not unusual. Expanding the situation and attaching collusion labels with foreigners was impossible. So although it was sensitive, it wasn’t to the point of special attention.

Therefore, the local magistrate looked towards Lin Bozhou, watching his face, and said in determination, “The murderer is now easy to find. It’s a drunken murder case, except the killers are a few foreigners. We only need to check the population entering the city and simultaneously post portraits in the inner city while searching around to find the perpetrators.”

Lin Bozhou still did not nod or shake his head at this conclusion.

He sat upright in a slightly simple and crude chair with his face in distinct shadows, and his elegant and noble temperament made people not dare to look at him. No emotion could be distinguished from his face, and it was harder to find a little appreciation from his face than to ascend to heaven.

The local magistrate lowered his head and wiped his cold sweat.

Alas, he wondered if the prince approved the case he handled.

It was hard to deal with.

The local magistrate turned his head to comfort the relatives of the deceased. “Everyone, don’t be overly sad. This official will take care of this case for you guys and will definitely catch the culprits.”

After saying that, he knocked the gavel.

The case was investigated until here, and it was the yamen’s work next. Relatives and witnesses could return.

But Meng Huan stood in place, opened his lips, and seemed to want to say something.

So…… should I hint to them that An Chui is in Elder Cui’s residence?

This way, it will also be easier to catch people, right?

But he turned his head to look at Lin Bozhou and swallowed the words in his throat. When they returned to the carriage, Meng Huan asked, “Should I tell them about An Chui?”

He was really nervous in his heart.

This was an important matter concerning the safety of the Great Zong’s frontier.

The most urgent matter.

He really didn’t want to leave it unresolved and have any problems.

But Lin Bozhou raised his hand and held his agitated hand tightly, his palm slightly cool, and his soothing meaning was even heavier. “Okay, this husband will go check An Chui first. If we find out that there is a connection with this group of people, we’ll investigate further, okay?”

“……”

Meng Huan pouted for a moment.

He could actually feel that Lin Bozhou was trying his best to cooperate with him so that Meng Huan would not seem too unreasonable.

After all, it wouldn’t make much sense to start attacking someone without evidence suddenly. You Jin still chanted early this morning when he woke up that he had been struck by evil and should drink some talisman water to drive away the evil spirits.

Meng Huan was a little frustrated.

Fake transmigrator: Prophecy Emperor.

Real transmigrator: Possessed.

“……”

If he couldn’t get any evidence and be sure if the storyline would still unfold like the original, taking the lead at this point would alert the enemy and possibly plant false accusations. After all, the story in the book also kept changing.

But, to get Lin Bozhou’s attention, Meng Huan felt the purpose had been achieved.

Meng Huan nodded. “Mmmmmmmmm.”

He turned his head and looked out the carriage window.

He didn’t know why he was so preoccupied with An Chui’s affairs.

On the one hand, if An Chui escaped and didn’t take himself with him, he was afraid that he would never be able to escape from Lin Bozhou’s palm in this life.

But on the other hand, if An Chui escaped with himself, he would probably be in a love-hate relationship with Lin Bozhou and could no longer speak harmoniously with him.

It was now like Meng Huan had arrived at a junction in his life. No matter which road he chose, there was no way back, no more regrets, and he had to bear all the results and consequences alone.

The more he thought about it, the more Meng Huan’s heart pounded; his face was even a little hot. He turned his gaze and looked at Lin Bozhou’s face.

The man was born handsome, revealing a clear line from the nose to the jaw under the white veil, with thin lips, born unusually good-looking, and at the same time, there was a temperament that made people feel distant and indifferent.

…… Lin Bozhou’s eyes were bad. What if he lost his eyesight every other day in the future?

Minus one point.

…… Lin Bozhou was also busy and could only accompany him at night every day.

Minus one point.

…… Lin Bozhou and he had a big gap without a common language.

Minus one point.

Considering many aspects, Meng Huan would not choose such a person for life in modern times. He hoped to find someone and do something he was also interested in, living a happy, uneventful life.

Meng Huan put his fingers on his clothes and said, “Hey.”

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes to look at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Meng Huan asked, “Will your eyes always be like this?”

The corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips curved. “I don’t know.”

Meng Huan let out an oh and didn’t say anything else.

He was slightly hesitant.

…… How about deducting ten points?

Meng Huan tried to calmly and sensibly deduct points here. After deducting, he thought he had to give Lin Bozhou additional points. Otherwise, the score would be too low, which was bound to make his escape.

Meng Huan tried to think of his strong points, imagining things that would make him regret if he left the prince’s residence.

–Having no more relationship with Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was stunned, and a subtle pain flooded his chest as this sentence surfaced.

Being far away from Lin Bozhou, never seeing him again, and falling out with him.

Not being loved but hated by him.

“……”

Meng Huan propped up his jaw and fell into thought.

After a long time, he solemnly added a line to his scoring sheet:

…… Reluctant to part with Lin Bozhou.

Add one hundred points.