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She really provided me with a clue.
"Oh? What is it?"
Qi Xiaomian replied, "The number of people is wrong."
"The number?" Gentle questioned. "In the two murders in Jingjing City, the Foreign Group suffered significant losses, and among the dead were individuals from several other countries. It was already a matter of stealthy dealings; which country would dare to raise a fuss about it? They certainly wouldn't sit together to verify the numbers. Can Huayang Princess count them all?"
The public said that the attire was not right. The ones who died in the murder were guards. When she mentioned the number being wrong, she was referring to the servants who came to attend to the prince.
Previously, there had been more people dressed in servant attire, but after the prince's death, especially after the Imperial Academy was besieged, the number of servants visibly decreased.
Huayang Princess immediately checked the list but found that all the names matched up.
Gentle continued, "Perhaps it's just a misconception on the public's part."
However, Qi Xiaomian said, "Or perhaps someone is wearing servant clothes and mingling with the Foreign Group's residence."
I urged Huayang Princess to recall carefully; she mentioned that there seemed to be more servants coming and going at night.
It seemed that the Marquis trusted this clue she provided.
It might be a breakthrough; if they disappeared again at night, it was very likely that this group of people was residing in Jingjing City. I had already notified the Military Affairs Office to inquire household by household whether the clue was true, and we would soon find out.
Gentle sighed, "If the clue is true, it's not good news either; it implies that the prince's death was orchestrated by them."
If it turned out that individuals from this dynasty frequently entered and exited the Foreign Group's residence, then the murderer could also be someone from Great Jing.
On the day of the prince's incident, news had already been sent back to Dayu by Flying Eagle; their speed was not slow, so it was no wonder His Majesty was anxious.
At this moment, Gentle lowered his voice again, "Marquis, His Majesty has decreed that regardless of the investigation's outcome, this murderer must come from the Foreign Group. For the sake of national stability, I'm afraid you will have to go against your conscience this time."
If Marquis truly couldn't get over this mental hurdle, he could hand it over to me; I'm quite good at weaving stories.
Qi Xiaomian remained silent for a moment, understanding the gravity of the situation; she didn't insist further and simply said, "Let's wait a bit longer."
Gentle didn't press any further either.
Spring Riri faced frequent thunderstorms as Huayang dashed into a Small Tavern through heavy rain. She held a title as an assistant investigator and enjoyed much more freedom than others in the Foreign Group.
"What brings you here at this time?"
"I'm feeling peckish and got tired of being cooped up," she replied with an excuse for coming out. It was an overcast day; as soon as she stepped out of the Imperial Academy's gates, it started raining. I calculated the distance and figured it was still closer to run here.
Seeing her soaked, Sang Qingxiao quickly grabbed a towel to dry her off. After a few attempts, it seemed ineffective. "How about changing into a different outfit? Li Cu is only a bit shorter than you; can you manage to wear it?"
Huayang thanked her, and Sang Qingxiao led her to the backyard, taking her into the guest room and providing her with a set of clothes. The clothing styles of their two countries were quite different, and Huayang didn't know how to wear them. Sang Qingxiao stayed by her side to assist.
As the clothes were removed, Huayang's toned physique was revealed, and at that moment, Sang Qingxiao noticed the tattoo on her shoulder.
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