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"What good does it do to hit harder? A life is lost just like that," Sang Qingxiao sighed. The child, whom they had raised with such effort, was on the verge of making something of himself. How could his mother bear it? A large sum of money spent, yet she endured in silence. The student lay there, unable to close his eyes in death.
Qi Xiaomian replied, "In this poor Common People's Home, the poorer they are, the more they think they need to have many children, believing that more hands will mean more labor at home. They don’t realize that raising so many children is the hardest part."
Having exhausted all their resources to send a child to the academy, their home was likely already in dire straits; they were starving while still worrying about the dead.
Sang Qingxiao understood this well and continued to ask, "In these past few days, have there been any signs of the student's family in Huzhou City?"
The Shadow Guard responded, "Once they received the money, they fled far away. There are no traces of them in the city."
The Shadow Guard then handed over the autopsy report of the deceased and turned to leave.
Sang Qingxiao took it and began comparing it meticulously with the previous records when Qi Xiaomian snatched the book from her hands.
"Not sleeping anymore?"
"Yeah, I've slept enough. I lingered in bed for a bit longer."
Then he jokingly complained, "I don't know who covered me with blankets; I woke up in the middle of the night freezing and had to use my Inner Strength to warm myself."
Sang Qingxiao laughed and said, "Now that you're awake, you still don't know how to find your own blankets? During battles, what kind of environment haven't you slept in? Now that you've come to the capital, you've become soft-skinned. Besides, I was busy all night; how could I care for you?"
Qi Xiaomian retorted, "Your busyness is self-inflicted."
He flipped through a few pages of the report and noticed that Sang Qingxiao had meticulously categorized all the causes of death, methods of dying, moral character of the deceased, and locations of death.
From these classifications, Qi Xiaomian discerned her thoughts. "Are you suggesting that Yue Ting's death was a case of someone imitating a crime?"
Without lifting her head, Sang Qingxiao replied, "Isn't it all written here? Judging from the autopsy report, there are both tall and short killers, men and women. There should be more than one case where someone borrowed from rumors to imitate a crime."
Qi Xiaomian teased her, "With notes this detailed, you’re not planning to investigate every single case thoroughly, are you?"
"I don’t have that kind of time."
Sang Qingxiao pushed the case files toward Qi Xiaomian. "Aren't you free now? Help me take a look. The other cases don’t matter as much; we need to resolve Yue Ting's case quickly. Otherwise, who knows how long this city will remain sealed off!"
The Yue Governor would certainly want this clarified; every household would be searched multiple times by Government officials every day. "Are you really so confident that you and your people won’t be discovered during such thorough searches?"
At this moment, revealing their whereabouts was minor; however, if Empress Dowager couldn't reach Zhu later on, your presence in Huzhou would become a significant problem. You wouldn’t want to tear your relationship with Empress Dowager apart just yet.
Miss Sang expressed her concerns.
As they spoke, the door of the Tavern was knocked open again by Government officials.
This time, not only did Yue cast a spell, but he also offered money, which made the expressions of the Black-Faced Officers improve just a little.
Yue also inquired with a familiar Officer about something. A few days ago, the boss had ordered wine from him, paid for it, but the wine had not been picked up. He asked whether the Officer could help deliver it.
The Officer interrupted Yue's words and pulled him aside, knowing the Shopkeeper's character well enough to remind him cautiously that during this time, any mention of the Government or cases should be avoided in private conversations.
In Lord Yue's household, things were not going well. Yesterday, in a moment of frustration, he had carelessly touched upon a bad topic and ended up having his leg broken by an elder, thrown into a death cell. It was uncertain whether he would ever come out alive.
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