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The little hamster was indeed a support-type spirit, skilled at finding treasures. It had a small space in its mouth, capable of holding quite a lot.
So, you mean that Huang Haili's hamster helped him steal? That sounds reasonable, but even if I believe you, this is still not evidence, not even corroborative evidence. Relying solely on your speculation cannot convict him.
Sang Qingxiao reached into the void and surprisingly pulled out a hamster.
Qi Xiaomian raised an eyebrow. "Is this Huang Hai's hamster?"
Sang Qingxiao tossed the hamster to him. "Here's your spirit evidence; let it lead you to the physical proof."
You seem well-prepared.
"No need to thank me," Sang Qingxiao replied with a smile. "Just remember, the little hamster has already severed its contract with Huang Hai. He won't notice for now, but you need to act quickly. Once you resolve this, remember to return the hamster to me."
After clearing the table and sending everyone away, only Sang Qingxiao and the little fox remained in the Small Tavern.
The little fox was still gnawing on a chicken bone it had been chewing for quite some time. Its big eyes occasionally glanced at Sang Qingxiao before shyly shifting away.
"Are you full?"
No response came.
As expected.
Sang Qingxiao put away his smile and cast a spell that enveloped the little fox in glowing symbols. Gradually, its spirit characteristics faded, transforming it into an ordinary yet delicate little boy.
From now on, you'll be called Sang Li, with the nickname Buddha Treasure. You're very clever; you understand my words. Heaven knows I need you to speak up. If you stay silent, there will be no food for you—understand?
Qi Xiaomian moved swiftly, imprisoning Huang Hai early the next morning. By that afternoon, he had arrested everyone from Fragrant Pavilion and brought them into The Office of Censors.
The reputation of War God Yongxin Marquis crumbled almost overnight, transforming from a war god into a mere lackey. With such public opinion swirling around, who would believe it?
That night, Qilang came in with dark circles under his eyes to fetch dinner.
"You're late today," Sang Qingxiao casually remarked.
Qilang first grabbed a steamed bun and swallowed it in a few bites before gulping down some water.
"Hey? This is sweet and slightly cool."
"This water is good."
Feeling the tension in his heart dissipate, he finally replied, "Sigh, they're all tough nuts to crack; it's hard to interrogate them. Miss Sang, if there are any leftovers from lunch, please give them to me. There are more people today since some were sent over from the Capital of Jingzhao; we don't have enough food. It's my fault for being so busy that I forgot to mention it in advance."
There are plenty, I'll get it for you.
Dinner has increased by three large barrels, along with several big jars of specially made sour plum juice. Sang Qingxiao helped deliver them to the door of the Office of Censors but didn’t return; instead, she intended to follow inside.
"Miss Sang, what are you doing?"
"I'm here to speak with Yongxin Marquis."
"Miss Sang, how about I let our Marquis know? When he's not busy, he can come find you," Qilang tried to intervene.
Sang Qingxiao looked at Qilang with a half-smile, "What, can't I see him?"
"No, it's not that. My Marquis is currently in prison; it's not a good place for a meeting—it's quite dirty."
"That's fine, just lead the way."
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