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Feng Yinxiao quietly listened to Yun Kexin as she spoke, captivated by every word and sentence. He was so immersed in her wise and cunning facial expressions that he completely lost track of her question. It wasn't until Yun Kexin inexplicably asked again that he hurriedly shifted his gaze, his expression somewhat unnatural as he said, "Oh, I was just passing by to take a look."
"Passing by?" Shan Yue was taken aback and blurted out, "Young Lord, this place is quite far from the palace, and the Duke of Yan's Residence is even further. How could you just pass by here?"
Shining shot a glance at Shan Yue: The girl really didn't notice Young Lord's "embarrassment"? It was so obvious! Still, her eyes were the sharpest—Shining keenly observed that Young Lord seemed a bit caught up in the moment.
"Young Lord, you haven't answered my sister's second question," Shining reminded with a smile. "How many times have you come to Tian Zhuang now?"
"Cough, cough," Feng Yinxiao realized he couldn't hide it anymore but didn't want to say too much in front of the maidservants. He replied lightly, "Three," then quickly changed the subject as if afraid they would dig deeper. "How did you all end up at Tian Zhuang?"
"We..." The straightforward Shan Yue leaned forward to speak but was stepped on by Yun Kexin, causing her to exclaim, "Ouch."
From Yun Kexin's nervous expression, Feng Yinxiao sensed something and understood without needing to point it out. He simply smiled and said, "Seventh Sister, it's late; you all should rest since you're new here."
Just then, Shanling entered from outside and said with a smile, "Sister, the hot water is ready; wash your face and get some sleep."
Yun Kexin looked at Feng Yinxiao, blinked her eyes without saying a word. Perhaps his earlier response had displeased her, as she pouted and sat silently, indicating her dissatisfaction. Feng Yinxiao couldn't help but laugh again: this Seventh Sister was truly adorable. After thinking for a moment, he said to Shanling, who stood at the door:
"Wait a moment; I'll be right back after a few words with Seventh Sister..." He then turned to Yun Kexin and said, "Seventh Sister, let's go outside to talk."
The three maidservants noticed the fleeting smile in Yun Kexin's watery eyes and smiled back in agreement. Ignoring their teasing gazes, Yun Kexin confidently walked out.
Under the moonlight with a gentle breeze, Yun Kexin stood beside Feng Yinxiao, facing the cold wind and taking a deep breath.
"Can we talk now?" Yun Kexin gently asked as she gazed into the dark surroundings.
"If I'm not mistaken," Feng Yinxiao did not turn around; his gaze remained aligned with Yun Kexin. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Seventh Sister has the same purpose as I do."
Yun Kexin's heart skipped a beat as she quickly glanced at Feng Yinxiao, pretending to be nonchalant and said, "Young Lord, why do you say that?"
Feng Yinxiao stepped in front of Yun Kexin and gently said, "Yun Kexin, look at me."
Yun Kexin tugged at her sleeves a few times but eventually raised her eyes. In his bright black eyes, she saw her own somewhat "guilty" expression, and she felt a rush of embarrassment. He gazed deeply at her, seemingly unable to get enough, locking her firmly in his sight. The deep affection mixed with an intense gaze made Yun Kexin feel her face heat up—no one had looked at her like that in her previous life, making her experience what it meant to feel "flustered."
"Do you remember our first time in Tian Zhuang?" Feng Yinxiao slowly began, not shifting his gaze even slightly. "When I pointed out that the murderer might come back to Tian Zhuang, I regretted it, fearing you would act recklessly—"
"Did you already 'wait' for me here?!" Yun Kexin suddenly exclaimed in anger but still controlled her volume.
"Of course not," Feng Yinxiao patiently explained. "I wanted to catch the murderer before you arrived so that even if you did come to Tian Zhuang later, you wouldn't be in danger. It's just that," Feng Yinxiao chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I didn't wait for the murderer but ended up waiting for you all instead. Still, I'm glad I was here." His voice was pleasant, smooth and gentle, flowing effortlessly yet maintaining a man's steady presence. Every word felt like a secret whisper from the heart, evoking a sense of trust and being cherished, which was both exciting and subtly blissful: in her previous life, being with Fu Yihang as childhood friends had never made her feel this shy and nervous.
"Then why didn't Young Lord do anything earlier?" Yun Kexin asked with a hint of contradiction.
"I... I felt embarrassed," Feng Yinxiao said, a suspicious blush appearing on his handsome face as he smiled awkwardly. "There were three maidservants here."
"Is Young Lord afraid they would laugh at you?" Yun Kexin blurted out without thinking.
"No, I was worried about damaging your reputation," Feng Yinxiao paused before changing direction awkwardly. "I can't let misunderstandings from others harm your reputation any further."
Yun Kexin suddenly playfully wanted to tease Feng Yinxiao: "But when Young Lord invited me here late at night, weren't you worried about damaging my reputation?" She smiled leisurely at him.
Feng Yinxiao was speechless and thought to himself: This Seventh Sister really has a sharp tongue.
At the same time, he couldn't understand why he always felt nervous and tongue-tied in front of Yun Kexin, who was four years younger than him. Perhaps he simply enjoyed listening to her speak and admired the expressions and tones she used while talking. He wanted to deeply imprint all her charm and cuteness in his heart, which made him slow to react!
“Yun Kexin, I won't let you go.” In the end, he smiled and surrendered, but the deep affection in his dark eyes for her was hard to conceal.
As Feng Yinxiao spoke, Yun Kexin suddenly focused her gaze. She realized they had arrived at the location where Father had an incident. She immediately retracted her smile and abruptly asked, “San, have there been any developments?”
“No, I don't know if the murderer heard the 'rumors' from the authorities or what,” Feng Yinxiao said, furrowing his brows in thought. “It has been some time since the murder occurred, and there hasn't been any news. The authorities shouldn't have leaked anything, but even if the murderer is hiding, it should have passed by now. Why is that?” He paused and murmured, “Could it be that this lord's judgment is wrong?”
At that moment, Feng Yinxiao noticed a shadow reflected by the moonlight on the grass a few meters away, moving toward a hidden courtyard. He immediately pulled her close and said, “There's something going on.”
Yun Kexin widened her eyes in vigilance and looked around. “What?”
“Yun Kexin, it might be dangerous; you should go back inside,” Feng Yinxiao said decisively.
“No, I want to go,” Yun Kexin insisted. “If Young Lord thinks it's inconvenient to bring me along, I—”
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt one of her hands already in a broad palm.
“Come with me, but you must listen,” Feng Yinxiao said briefly, yet his tone was like that of coaxing a child.
Thus, Yun Kexin was led forward by Feng Yinxiao, both bending down as they approached the place where the shadow had entered. They saw clearly: the person was dressed in black night clothes, short in stature but agile and alert. Every few steps, he would look back at his surroundings, forcing them to hide every three steps and crouch down every two.
This courtyard was another residence within Tian Zhuang, slightly larger than a regular house. They had observed it during their last visit to Tian Zhuang. The case files reported by the Ministry of Justice indicated that several bedrooms in the main residence were in disarray; wardrobes, nightstands, beds, and even under the beds were all turned upside down. Especially in the room occupied by Second Master, there were footprints even in corners. It was only after Second Madam and her children came to clean and organize that everything returned to normal. However, nothing in this residence had been damaged at all. Feng Yinxiao had noticed this detail and speculated that the murderer would definitely return.
They saw the shadow look around to ensure no one was present before sneaking into a bedroom and starting to rummage through things in a fluster.
Feng Yinxiao and Yun Kexin exchanged nods; they both firmly believed it was undoubtedly the murderer. He held her hand and quietly approached the door of the room. Furthermore, Feng Yinxiao insisted on hiding Yun Kexin behind a thick round pillar before stepping up to the door. Then he kicked forward with his long leg, causing the bedroom door to creak open.
The murderer was facing away from the door, rummaging through a cabinet when he heard the noise and suddenly turned around. Due to the dim light, he couldn't see who it was. The murderer exclaimed in surprise: “Who?!”
Before he could react, a cold wind mixed with a human presence swept in, rushing towards him with great momentum. The killer quickly attempted to dodge to the side, but unexpectedly, Feng Yinxiao's foot was even faster. He first lifted his right leg and kicked straight at the killer's face. In an instant, the killer felt his body "fly" off the ground, and with a loud crash, his back slammed against the wall and slid down to the floor.
"Who... who are you?" A panicked voice came from deep within.
Without saying a word, Feng Yinxiao casually grabbed the teapot on the table and threw it towards the source of the voice with precision. Immediately after, a scream of pain and wailing echoed through the room.
Soon, in the dark bedroom, lights suddenly turned on—arriving were Yun Kexin, Shanling, Shining, and Shan Yue! The four held lanterns and stood beside Feng Yinxiao, coldly gazing at the killer lying on the ground, bloodied and spitting out blood.
Feng Yinxiao stepped closer, with Yun Kexin following closely behind. She wanted to see for herself who had killed Father!
However, when she bent down slightly and shone the lantern on the killer's face, she was so shocked that she dropped the lantern and exclaimed:
"Yu Mu, is it you?!" The servant who had just been bought not long ago from the Second House!
When Feng Yinxiao had seen this person at the Second House earlier, he felt he had seen him somewhere before but could never recall. Only when he heard Yun Kexin call out the killer's name did everything come rushing back: no wonder this person looked so familiar—this Yu Mu had originally worked at the Duke of Yan's Residence. Later, after teasing a maid from the mansion, he was expelled by Duke of Yan Feng Hongrui. This was something from Feng Yinxiao's childhood; it had been many years and was merely a matter concerning servants, so he hadn't paid much attention to it. But how did he suddenly end up being bought by the Second House of Duke of E State Mansion? Was it just a coincidence?
"Family thieves are hard to guard against!" Feng Yinxiao said slowly with a stern expression.
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