Mu Ting winked at Yao and Zhu, who immediately took a few steps back.
Of course, Manager Chen also retreated to a suitable distance.
After clearing the area, Mu Tingcai said: "Madam Qin, please help me find the assassin."
It turned out that he was looking for an assassin.
Qin Xiangxiang did not refuse, but she said: "I can help you, but I have a condition."
Mu Ting said, "Madam Qin, just say it."
"I haven't decided yet. Let's find the assassin first." Qin Xiangxiang said and walked out first.
Mu Ting followed her closely: "Commander Huang, the groom, said that he injured the assassin's right leg. Since the assassin was injured, he must have bled a lot."
Qin Xiangxiang had actually guessed just now that he wanted her to smell the blood. He was able to firmly remember her strengths. Also, didn't Yao Erlang say that although he did not lead troops publicly, he often led them to fight against the Di tribe in private? This leader is not allowed to remember the strengths of those around him.
Huh, no wonder he goes to her to communicate with her from time to time. It turns out that this is the purpose.
She said: "I can't guarantee that I can find someone by smelling blood. After all, today the Huang family is welcoming a bride, setting off firecrackers, and slaughtering livestock. The mixture of various smells will make it more difficult."
She wasn't completely sure either.
The dusk has fallen, falling on the rows of houses of the Huang family, looking a bit gloomy.
The two walked side by side, unaware that there was a group of people following behind them.
Yao Erlang and Zhu Sanlang whispered: "If Chen... knows about this, what should we do?"
Zhu Sanlang was a little hesitant: "Young Master is doing this for the purpose of investigating the case... It shouldn't matter, right?"
Manager Chen, who had been listening with his ears open, quickly figured out a clear clue: It turned out that Prince Mu and Mrs. Qin were in love, but someone was obstructing their relationship.
He looked at the tall Mu Ting, and then at the back of Mrs. Qin who looked like a little bird, and shook his head with sigh.
Woohoo, Prince Mu and Mrs. Qin are so pitiful! No one in the world knows that Qin Yushi impeached Marquis Wude every day. Although Marquis Wude was not in the capital, legends about him have always been circulated in the capital. Especially during the period when Qin Yushi impeached Marquis Wu De, I heard that Marquis Wude dropped many tea cups in his tent.
It can be said that Marquis Wu De hated Qin Yushi deeply.
How could he allow his son to like Qin Yushi's daughter?
The night wind was rustling, and Qin Xiangxiang shivered first, then his nose itched and he couldn't help but sneeze.
"You're a little overdressed." Mu Ting couldn't help but say, "Although you look good today, you still have to be careful." He also regretted a little. Why didn't he think of getting an extra cloak when he went out? In this way, he could take off his cloak and put it on for her.
Qin Xiangxiang suddenly said: "Don't talk."
Her expression was solemn, and Mu Ting immediately fell silent.
The wind was blowing from the northeast at this time, and it was very soft, with a bit of rustling coldness, and a bit of the smell of wild beasts licking their wounds...!
This beast doesn't have a bright mind.
In the northeast corner, in the thin darkness, there is a taller building.
Qin Xiangxiang looked at the building with burning eyes and walked there quietly.
Manager Chen suddenly stopped in front of her: "Mrs. Qin, that is the ancestral hall of the Huang family."
Qin Xiangxiang said nothing and glanced at him.
Manager Chen was startled. Mrs. Qin is obviously not tall and not very old, but her sharp eyes...
Mu Ting followed Qin Xiangxiang cautiously, crossed the hanging flower gate, and walked into the small courtyard of the Huang family's ancestral hall.
There seemed to be cypress and locust trees planted in the small courtyard, which gave off a unique smell in the wind.
Although the eldest husband of the Huang family is getting married, it seems that he has not come to pay homage to his ancestors.
Manager Chen's heart was high. He didn't know what special skills Qin Xiangxiang had, but not long ago, in this ancestral hall...
Qin Xiangxiang stopped and whispered in Mu Ting's ear: "There is a very strong smell of blood in it."
After hearing this, Mu Ting suddenly pulled her behind him: "Wait here."
He raised his right hand slightly, and Yao Erlang and Zhu Sanlang kicked open the door of the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall was lit with evergreen lamps and was not dim. Qin Xiangxiang heard Yao Erlang take a sharp breath: "Young Master, he is dead!"
A figure jumped past Mu Ting and headed straight into the ancestral hall.
It's Mr. Chen. Mu Ting raised his eyebrows. Manager Chen was quite agile.
There were many oil lamps on the walls on both sides of the ancestral hall. Yao Erlang took out the fire sticks and lit all the lamps.
A young man was leaning against the leg of the altar table with his eyes closed and his hands hanging limply on the ground. His right leg was indeed injured. But the fatal wound was the bloody hole in the middle of his chest. The blood hole was still bleeding, soaking several floor tiles under the man.
There were no traces of fighting in the entire ancestral hall.
Manager Chen said bitterly: "That's him. But he died. Who killed him?"
Mu Ting lowered his eyes and looked at the deceased quietly: "It should be someone he knew."
He turned his head and looked at Manager Chen: "This place is not difficult to find. Have you never searched here before, or do you not want to search here?"
The look on Mr. Chen's face was hesitant, but he finally said: "To be honest, Your Majesty, not long ago, a maid was hanged here. The masters all felt that it was unlucky, so... they avoided this place intentionally or unintentionally. Just now When I was searching, I really didn’t expect that I could hide here.”
"Why did the maid die?"
Mu Ting pressed forward step by step.
Manager Chen swallowed his saliva: "This is our family's private matter and has nothing to do with the Di people..."
"Then where did she hang herself?" It was Qin Xiangxiang who asked this question. She looked up at the caisson while asking.
The Huang family ancestral hall is entirely made of wood. There are four main pillars in the main ancestral hall, and there are countless wooden beams on the top to form a caisson.
Other young ladies would have turned pale with fear when they heard that people were being hanged, but this Mrs. Qin was really special...
Manager Chen pointed to the top of the confession table, where the young man was lying: "It's right above."
Qin Xiangxiang walked to the young man and looked up: "Hey, she must have been in pain when she was hanged..."
Which person who hangs himself doesn't feel pain? This Mrs. Qin is really interesting.
Manager Chen was thinking when he suddenly heard Mu Ting say: "This person doesn't look like a Di tribe member."
Mu Ting knelt down and opened the young man's left and right hands: "The Di people grew up on horses almost as soon as they could walk. Their hands often reined in reins and wielded riding whips, so the calluses on their palms were very thick..."
The young man's right hand only has a thin callus for holding a knife, but his left hand does not. The thin calluses in his hands proved that this young man had not been holding a knife for very long.
"He is not from the Di tribe. You, Mr. Da Lang, are lying."
Manager Chen took two steps back in fear: "This, this, is impossible."
Yao Erlang blocked his way back, and Mu Ting approached step by step: "This young man is seeking revenge for that maid. Tell me quickly! Why did that maid die?"
His expression was cold.
Manager Chen swallowed hard: "That maid was once the wife of the eldest husband... The eldest husband was getting married. She couldn't think about it for a moment, so she hung herself here..."
Qin Xiangxiang stared at him: "Is it that simple? Prince Mu, we might as well find more people to ask what is going on."
Mu Ting understood: "Okay. Yao Erlang obeys the order!"
"No, no, no, there's no need. All the slaves said it, all the slaves said it!" Mr. Chen was sweating. "The maid was pregnant. Grandma, Mrs. Ouyang, forced the maid to abort the fetus. , the maid couldn't think about it anymore, so she hanged herself in the ancestral hall..."
In other words, the story about the Di people assassinating the bride was Huang Jue's lie.
