"Young Master, it's been found out." In the study, Wei Ning presented a dossier and the things that the Japanese secret guards had investigated, and respectfully placed them in front of Wei Cheng.
"Zhao Li is also from Youzhou and is a distant cousin to Mrs. Shen. Seven years ago, he was sentenced to exile for molesting a young girl. Now his sentence has just expired and he has returned to Youzhou."
"Is it related to Jiang Xingzhou?"
Wei Ning nodded: "Yes."
"She was twelve years old at that time." Wei Cheng's eyes were cold, and he felt a fire burning in his heart as he looked at the words on the dossier.
The handwriting on the dossier is neat and straight, and the paper has a yellowish color of age. When you turn a page, the smell of staleness hits your face.
The details of that small case were written on the paper.
Compared with the case files that have been loaded into the files of the Youzhou Criminal Department over the years, it is indeed a small case, but the more Wei Cheng looks at it, the more gloomy he looks.
At three o'clock in the night, Zhao Li sneaked into Shen Yinxiao's house, covered his mouth and nose, and tore off his clothes, intending to do evil things.
The record is not more detailed, Wei Ning has another more detailed version here.
"According to those who remember, Zhao Li had already taken off Mrs. Shen's... clothes that night. Fortunately, there was nothing else to do. Jiang Xingzhou, who heard the noise and came over, kicked one of his legs off. Jiang Xingzhou almost broke his leg because of this. He was imprisoned, but fortunately the Jiang family spent some money to hire yamen servants and exempted them from punishment. After that incident, the Jiang family moved away from Youzhou... Before that, Zhao Li also had a sneak peek at Mrs. Shen. He took a shower, and even stole Mrs. Shen's underwear and committed suicide." Wei Ning became more and more embarrassed as he spoke, and at the end of the sentence, he stopped and looked at Wei Cheng's face.
"Has anyone been caught?"
The veins on Wei Cheng's forehead protruded, and a chill filled his eyes.
"Caught."
——
In a ruined temple outside the city, a lame middle-aged man was tied to a dilapidated stone statue, with a shoe stuffed in his mouth. He was twisting his body like a maggot, trying to get free. Unfortunately, the knots used to tie him up were those used by the military to tie prisoners of war. The harder he struggled, the tighter he became.
Just when he was so nervous that his eyes turned white, the door of the ruined temple opened.
Blinding light shines in.
He squinted his eyes, and when he saw the person standing a few steps away, he almost peed in fear.
Wei Cheng, dressed in black, stood in front of him, like a demon from Hell, and he was already frightened before he could say a word.
"Young... Young Lord." Zhao Li swallowed his saliva and stammered: "I will not come again. I will leave today and leave Youzhou far away."
He thought it was because he went to Wei's house to ask for money.
"I'm leaving now, and I won't let you see me again."
Wei Cheng ignored him, lifted up his clothes and sat down on the chair in front of him. His crossed legs lifted the trembling Zhao Li's chin.
"Have you touched her?"
Zhao Li froze, "No...no."
Wei Cheng raised his leg, stepped heavily on Zhao Li's left hand lying on the ground, and slowly crushed it until the skin and flesh of that hand rolled around and bleeded.
Zhao Li screamed, his face was as tangled as a chrysanthemum, and his saliva and nose were dripping with pain.
"Yes... I touched... once..."
He moaned and begged for mercy.
"But! But she just touched her and didn't do anything else. Her body is still clean! Shaojun! Shaojun, please spare your life..."
Wei Cheng gritted his teeth, with murderous intent surging in his eyes, and kicked him in the face with such force that the stone statue tied behind Zhao Li was broken. Zhao Li was lying on the ground with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
"Young Master... have mercy on me." Zhao Li lay on the ground and vomited blood again, saying vaguely: "It wasn't me... someone asked me to..."
Wei Cheng said: "Wei Ning, please get out."
After Wei Ning went out, Wei Cheng said, "Continue."
"It's a woman. She asked me to come to you. She also told me... that Shen Yinxiao is your woman and you will help her settle things."
Wei Cheng sneered: "Then did she say how I would settle it?"
Zhao Li felt that no matter what happened, he would not be killed.
Wei Cheng stood up, drew out his knife, and a cold light flashed by. In an instant, the tip of the knife sank into Zhao Li's chest, killing him with one blow.
Wei Ning opened the door and met Wei Cheng who put away his knife.
"Young Master, do you want to track down the person behind this?"
Wei Cheng paused: "No need."
He knew who it was, and tracing it would do no one any good.
"Then Zhao Li's body..." Wei Ning turned around and glanced at the lifeless body on the ground.
"Burned."
"There's one more thing." Wei Ning looked confused, not sure whether he should say it or not.
"What's up?"
"Madam went to Shen's house."
Wei Cheng's face suddenly became gloomier than the sky at night. He rubbed his tangled brows. He had drank a lot of wine today and the wind blew, which gave him a headache.
"Young Master, are you going to the Shen family now?" Wei Ning asked.
"go back."
——
Shen Yinxiao was just about to close the door when he welcomed the distinguished guests.
The noble and beautiful woman slowly got down from the carriage, supported the maids on both sides, and stood in front of the Shen family door for a while, looking at the store.
Shen Yinxiao paused.
"Ma'am, do you want to buy something?"
The woman's clothes were luxurious and solemn, and even the maids wore silk and satin. Shen Yinxiao had a vague suspicion in his heart, but did not dare to confirm it until Li Ruxin spoke.
"You must be the girl that my son Zhongyang can't forget."
Shen Yinxiao understood and saluted: "Madam is well, I have nothing to do with Shaojun. Madam has misunderstood."
She smiled kindly, and with the help of the maid, she sat down slowly: "It doesn't matter, my son has a cold temperament and is cold to everyone. If you follow him outside, you will probably suffer a lot of grievances."
"How old are you? What books have you read?"
Shen Yinxiao forced out a smile: "I'm nineteen, and I haven't read any books."
"Oh..." She said meaningfully. "Poor kid, I heard from Zhong Yang that you used to play music in a brothel to support your family?"
Shen Yinxiao felt a slight tingling in his heart and nodded unnaturally.
She didn't know what Mrs. Wei's sudden visit meant, she just wanted to see her off quickly.
Li Ruxin took good care of herself. She was clearly in her thirties, and her smooth skin was no different from that of a girl in her teens or twenties. Perhaps it was because she had not given birth, and her figure was also elegant.
"There are a lot of things going on at home these days, and I am too busy to take care of you. This makes Zhongyang's people feel wronged. It's not me, a mother, but I also like you very much. Why don't you follow me today?" Let’s get together at the house.”
She held Shen Yinxiao's hand, patted it, and said sincerely: "Zhong Yang's father also wants to meet you."
Shen Yinxiao wanted to refuse, so he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Just as he was about to shake his head, a maid from the Wei family hurried in with a tense expression and said something in Li Ruxin's ear. Li Ruxin's expression changed, and then she stood up and smiled at Shen Yinxiao: "Forget it's inconvenient, I'll send it another day. People invite you.”
Shen Yinxiao watched Li Ruxin get into the car.
The maid whispered in Li Ruxin's ear: "Madam, this is Erlangjun's carriage."
A gorgeous carriage was waiting quietly by the roadside. Li Ruxin took a look and said, "He arrived in time."
Turned around and got in the car.
Shen Yinxiao was about to turn around and go back, when he happened to see the carriage.
Behind the curtains rolled up by the breeze, an indifferent pursed lips and a cold and arrogant sharp jaw flashed past. The carriage stopped on the side of the road for a long time and did not move.
She sighed and walked over, "Is there something wrong, Young Master?"
A slender hand with clear joints lifted the car curtain, revealing half of his wrist. It was noble and graceful, and it was a different scene when he was in military uniform.
The voice smiled slightly: "I thought you would ignore me from now on."
