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In the dead of night, being abruptly awakened left Qin Mu Hui in a foul mood. He had just heard that the Chancellor had suddenly produced a Great-Grandson, who, in an effort to save his grandson, had also destroyed a den of iniquity. This only fueled his anger further.
Without bothering to return to his quilt, he summoned people to the palace for a discussion, bringing along crucial evidence that had been uncovered. As Qin Mu Hui casually flipped through the documents, he found himself laughing in fury. It seemed that these individuals were living more freely and comfortably than he was! After court, he still had to work diligently into the night, while they rushed out of the city to indulge in revelry as soon as darkness fell.
Over the years, although the national treasury had some funds, they were stretched thin. His private treasury often required him to add more money, and even his daily meals had been reduced to eight dishes and a soup. Yet these others measured their expenses in gold; silver notes seemed insignificant before them. Throwing gold around was much more enjoyable and made a satisfying sound.
No one responded; everyone knelt on the ground. Qin Mu Hui inquired about what had transpired, and Shi Yun pushed Wang Kuan forward, clearly paving the way for him. Wang Kuan spoke with the youthful vigor unique to his age and showed no signs of fear. He clearly articulated the sequence of events, leaving a good impression on Qin Mu Hui.
It was that young lady from the Wen Family who first discovered it; Miss Sang was also involved. With her around, there was no need for these youngsters to step up.
Once the matter concluded, Sang Qingxiao returned to the Small Tavern. Qi Xiaomian naturally spoke on her behalf, stating that there were no Evil Spirits involved in this case. As a Demon Catcher, Miss Sang did not wish to entangle herself too deeply with the Court; she maintained her boundaries while ensuring the safety of her classmates. Now that everything was settled, she simply wanted to rest.
Qin Mu Hui nodded in apparent satisfaction. "Is there any lead on the mastermind behind this?"
The others remained silent while Shi Yun stood firm and upright, seemingly connected to Cui Lan.
"Cui Lan? Isn't she from the Cui Family who married your daughter?"
A monarch remembering a woman's name is not due to her excellence but because she raised a notorious son who nearly implicated him with significant ministers.
Thinking of this, Qin Mu Hui scrutinized Wang Kuan again. He noted that Wang bore a seven-part resemblance to Shi Yun but appeared much older than his years suggested.
This child was not as rigid as Shi Yun; his eyes naturally sparkled with mirth. Whenever Shi Yun was mentioned, he would shoot him a glare, which made it all quite amusing considering Shi Yun's restrained demeanor.
"You are called Wang Kuan? Why do you not share your grandfather's surname?"
Wang Kuan looked apologetic. "I got into some trouble down south."
"Oh? What kind of trouble? Do tell; your grandfather is currently the Chancellor. As long as it's not too outrageous, he can help you sort it out."
After Qin Mu Hui finished speaking, he was somewhat surprised that Shi Yun did not step forward to refute him or assert that the emperor is subject to the same laws as commoners. After all, this was his own child—having lost him and then regained him—so perhaps there was a soft spot?
"In response to Your Majesty," Wang Kuan began, "my family was poor when I was young. My father signed a long-term contract with a wealthy merchant family. One day I received terrible news: my father fell from a height and lost his life. The merchant sent someone to negotiate; their words were quite sincere and they offered ample compensation since it truly was an accident."
"But on that day when I went to help my father sort through his belongings at the merchant's house, I overheard that my father's death was not due to an accident on his part but rather because some unruly children from that merchant family had knocked over a support beam while playing around. My father lost his balance and fell."
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