I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 27 There is a Reborn Person in the Mansion 26
"Sigh," Yu Muhuai sighed silently, "This can be considered a lesson learned. If you don't nip the weeds in the bud, they'll grow back in the spring breeze. In the future, we should try to nip things in the bud to avoid future troubles."

We can't give the villains any chance to reignite their flames, or we'll be the ones who suffer.

It's a good thing to have mastered this essence so early in the interview process.

That was the only way Yu Muhuai could console himself.

Hanging upside down in mid-air, looking at his reflection in the water below, the tomb raider Yu was on the verge of tears.

Come on! After all, it's not my own body!

In the stillness of the night, the prison of Dali Temple is no longer as noisy as it was during the day.

The faint whimpers and moans of prisoners coming from the cells broke the silence, making this dark place, filled with bloodshed and cruelty, restless even at night.

After two days of torture, Yu Muhuai lay on the cold floor of the prison, barely alive, enduring the constant noise around him, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible.

"Achoo." Yu Muhuai sneezed and sniffed.

It's already autumn, and after soaking in the water for half a day, Yu Muhuai felt his nose was stuffy, his throat was itchy, and he was showing signs of catching a cold.

The wounds from the whippings had been soaked in water all afternoon, becoming inflamed and red. The area around the wounds was wrinkled and white, and she felt waves of stinging pain. The pain and chills combined made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Although it's not my own body, the pain is real, it's so hard.
Suddenly, the door opened, and footsteps grew closer.

Yu Muhuai barely managed to lift his head and saw that the person who came was Xu Yanong.

She had no strength left to deal with him. After seeing his face clearly, she simply lowered her head and continued lying down, closing her eyes and ignoring him.

"Qin Shumeng, I didn't expect you to be so tough."

Yu Muhuai felt that the sentence sounded strangely familiar, as if he had heard it mentioned somewhere before.

However, she still ignored it, simply closing her eyes and curling up into a ball.

At the same time, he couldn't help but shout in his heart, "If you're so capable, then continue to torture me in the middle of the night!"

However, the other party did not use torture and left after saying this.

You're crazy!
Yu Muhuai closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

On the morning of the third day, Yu Muhuai, who was silently repeating "It's not my body, it's not my body" in his mind, was once again escorted to a new prison by the jailers.

"Miss Qin, are you still unwilling to confess?" the jailer asked as usual before administering torture.

Yu Muhuai rolled his eyes, too lazy to say anything.

"Heh heh, good!" The jailer chuckled menacingly, his expression twisted into a grotesque grimace, making his already unsightly face even more terrifying.

Yu Muhuai couldn't help but think to himself, "Looks like you have to be ugly to be a cruel official. This face alone is scary enough."

But the next second she couldn't complain anymore, because she saw the torture instruments the jailer brought out.

This is a row of wooden sticks, strung together by two rows of ropes.

This is clearly a torture device used to clamp fingers.

Yu Muhuai looked at the torture instruments in front of him, still stained with blood, and swallowed hard.

The jailer sneered, "Miss Qin, if you use this thing, your delicate hands will swell up like pig's trotters. From now on, the things that young ladies from families of musicians, chess masters, calligraphers, and painters love will be irrelevant to you."

"Miss Qin, aren't you going to confess yet?"

Yu Muhuai closed his eyes and completely ignored the other person.

Confessing will surely lead to death, not confessing means there's still a chance to struggle. Which one to choose? The jailer spat on the ground beside him, then took out the torture instruments and approached Yu Muhuai.

“Miss Qin, I have to admire you, even though I’ve used torture on so many people. I’ve really never seen a woman who could last three days under my care.”

Yu Muhuai had his eyes closed, but he almost laughed at the man's constant use of the nickname "Old Shi".

Enraged by the man's suppressed laughter, the jailer viciously put the shackles on Yu Muhuai and prepared to tighten the ropes to torture him.

Suddenly, the cell door was kicked open, and someone rushed in.

After confirming Yu Muhuai's direction, the newcomer rushed over immediately, roared, and kicked the jailer named Lao Shi away, sending him sprawling on his back.

When Yu Muhuai opened his eyes and saw that it was Qin Shuye, he knew that Qin Shuye had done what he had whispered to him before he left.

Upon hearing the panicked yet concerned "Mengmeng," Yu Muhuai closed his eyes in relief. His heart, which had been tense for three days, finally relaxed completely, and he fainted.

Three days ago, in the early morning, Yu Muhuai said a few words to Qin Shuye before they parted ways.

The first sentence is, "He destroyed the purchase records of jewelry in the mansion."

The second sentence is, "Find a way to place a hairpin engraved with the Qin family's mark in the bushes in the backyard of the Yue family's residence. The hairpin must be the thinnest and smallest available. Then, pretend to enter the Yue family's residence to search for evidence, and be sure to find the hairpin in full view of everyone."

When Yu Muhuai saw Pang Jiannan that morning, she immediately guessed that it was Yan Qing and Mo Ju's betrayal of her before their deaths. In a flash, this was the best response she could think of.

Yu Muhuai had no regrets about personally killing Pang Yuan for Qin Shumeng in the first instance. It was just a pity that he lacked experience and didn't clean up the mess properly afterward, which led to the current trouble.

Fortunately, Qin Shuye, as the youngest general, was highly skilled in martial arts, so sneaking into the Yue residence in the middle of the night to hide a hairpin was not a difficult task for him.

On the morning of the third day after Yu Muhuai was taken away, Qin Shuye went to the Dali Temple to make a scene, demanding that Xu Yanong lead people to search the Yue Mansion.

When the Dali Temple entered Yue Mansion, their main purpose was to question people and search for traces of the assassins by the wall; they did not thoroughly investigate the bushes or other areas.

As expected, the Dali Temple found a hairpin marked with the Qin family's seal. Since the purchase record had been destroyed, Qin Shuye insisted that it belonged to Yu Muhuai, and the officials of the Dali Temple were at a loss.

Therefore, Yu Muhuai was temporarily cleared of suspicion and released from Dali Temple.

Three days later, Qin Shuye was ordered to suppress the bandits.

This is a notorious bandit gang located thirty miles west of Zuluan City, who frequently rob passing merchants. Some time ago, they killed a wealthy merchant family in the city, so the Imperial Magistrate requested the court to send troops to suppress them.

Qin Shuye volunteered to take on this task.

The general led the troops and was invincible, killing all the bandits.

During the seizure of valuables, several secret letters were found in the bandits' hideout.

These are several letters of commission, requesting someone to kill Pang Yuan.

The letter listed all of Pang Yuan's evil deeds. The writer claimed that Pang Yuan had caused his family to be destroyed, his wife and children to be separated, and that there were many people like him in Zuluan City.

His only purpose in living was to kill Pang Yuan, so he used all the money he had left to ask the bandits to help him kill Pang Yuan.

Qin Shuye presented these letters to the court and read them aloud in front of everyone. This caused Pang Jiannan's old face to turn bright red, and he was utterly ashamed and embarrassed in front of all the civil and military officials.

Finally, the emperor made the final decision, closing the case.

As for the identity of the letter writer, some say he is dead, others say he fled to another place and has disappeared without a trace. Opinions vary widely, and the person's whereabouts remain a mystery.

Yu Muhuai, who was recuperating in the courtyard, smiled wryly upon hearing the rumors circulating outside.

"Find the letter writer? I can't conjure one up!"

(End of this chapter)