Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 203 Revenge of the wronged soul
A Feng looked hesitant, as if he had some concerns.

Yan Ciwan immediately promised: "Don't worry, no matter what you say, we won't tell anyone else."

Ah Feng sighed, "In fact, even if I didn't tell you, you would have been able to find out. Many people in the palace know about the ghost rumor. I once suggested to the envoy that we go to the Taoist temple to invite a master to perform a ritual to exorcise the evil spirits, but he gave me a lecture. He didn't believe in ghosts and evil spirits and thought that the rumors were all false. He told me to ignore them and just do my own thing."

At this point, Afeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had insisted on his own opinion and asked a master to exorcise the ghost, perhaps Governor Xie would not have been killed.

Yan Ciwan reminded him, "You haven't told me why you think it was a ghost who killed the envoy? Do you know who that ghost is?"

"I have not seen the ghost with my own eyes, but people who have heard of it say that it was a male ghost with a large pool of blood on his chest. The male ghost first appeared in the governor's mansion not long after the governor arrived in Yizhou."

Ah Feng paused here and looked at Yan Ci Wan and Xiao Wang cautiously, as if hoping that they could understand.

Yan Ciwan and Xiao Wang both looked puzzled.

Seeing this, A Feng had no choice but to continue: "Haven't you heard about the story of Prince Renxian? When Prince Renxian was murdered 20 years ago, an arrow was stuck in his heart and a lot of blood was flowing out. Doesn't this look very similar to the male ghost?"

Yan Ciwan frowned slightly, feeling that the other party's idea was far-fetched.

But she did not refute, but nodded in agreement, indicating that she agreed with the other party's point of view, and asked: "Even if the male ghost is Prince Renxian, it does not mean that he killed the envoy, right?"

"There is no one else but him. I have served the envoy for many years and I know that the incident with Prince Renxian is a knot in his heart. Even though twenty years have passed, he still can't let it go. If someone wanted to kill the envoy, he would definitely fight back desperately, but you all saw that there was no sign of struggle on the envoy's body. He was stabbed in the heart from the front and died. This shows that the envoy may have known the murderer, and because he felt guilty and was willing to die, he neither resisted nor dodged. The envoy did this to atone for his sins!"

The more Ah Feng spoke, the more uncomfortable he felt. All he could think of was his master's appearance before he died. He couldn't help but feel his nose sore and his eyes a little moist.

Yan Ciwan didn't believe the story of the ghost killing people, but Afeng was right about one thing: the person who killed Xie Tanyu was most likely an acquaintance of Xie Tanyu.

Because Xie Tanyu trusted the other party very much, he was completely off guard against the murderer, so the murderer was able to kill him with one knife, without even giving him a chance to struggle or resist.

Yan Ciwan asked, "Is there anyone in the mansion who has seen a ghost with their own eyes?"

Ah Feng wiped his eyes and recalled carefully: "At first, it was a maidservant serving the envoy, but the maidservant was sent out of the mansion to get married three years ago. I heard that she married to another place, and I am afraid it will be difficult to find her again. The second person who saw the ghost was Old Wu, who was responsible for pouring the night incense in the mansion. Because he had to pour the night incense, he had to get up before dawn every day. One day when he was working, he suddenly saw a white shadow flash by. He thought it was his illusion and did not take it to heart. Until later, he told others about it, and others said that he saw a ghost. Only then did he realize it belatedly and felt scared. He was frightened and fell seriously ill. After that, his physical condition was much worse than before, and he was soon sent out of the mansion to go home to retire."

Yan Ciwan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Could it be that all the people who have seen the ghost are no longer in the governor's mansion?"

Ah Feng smiled bitterly: "They know there is a ghost in the mansion, so they naturally dare not stay any longer. The envoy does not like to force people. Since they want to leave, the envoy will let them all out of the mansion."

He paused and added, "But there is one person who chose to stay in the mansion after seeing the ghost." "Who is it?"

Ah Feng whispered a name: "Xie Fazhi."

Yan Ci Wan and Xiao Wang were both stunned.

They didn't expect that there would be a thank-you gift involved.

Ah Feng went on to say, "Two years ago, Xie Fashi was out drinking with friends and came back very late. He saw a white figure near Huancuiju. Perhaps the alcohol gave him courage, so he didn't feel scared at the time. He even approached the person and greeted him, wanting to ask who the person was and why he was there in the middle of the night. When he got closer, he saw a large red bloodstain on the man's chest, which scared him to death. He screamed and ran away. When he returned to Huancuiju with a group of people, he saw that there was no one there. Huancuiju was the residence of the envoy. After being woken up, the envoy went out to ask what happened. After listening to Xie Fashi's description, he reacted very calmly. He said that Xie Fashi was drunk and had hallucinations, and asked me to send Xie Fashi back to rest."

Yan Ciwan grasped the key point sharply and asked, "Among all the people who saw the ghost, only Xie Fazhi saw clearly that there was blood on the ghost's chest, right?"

Ah Feng said uncertainly, "It seems so, because everyone else's first reaction when seeing the ghost is to avoid it, but Xie Fazhi is the only one who not only did not avoid it, but also took the initiative to move closer."

Yan Ciwan asked again: "In other words, it was after Xie Fashi saw the ghost that the rumor about the ghost appearing in the mansion began to spread, and it is possible that it is the rumor about Prince Renxian?"

A Feng nodded. "Well, after Xie Fashi woke up the next day, he went to see the envoy specifically about the ghost. When they were talking, I was waiting outside the door. I heard Xie Fashi say that he saw blood on the ghost's chest. The scene reminded him of the appearance of Prince Renxian when he was murdered. He was worried that the wronged soul of Prince Renxian had come back for revenge, so he wanted the envoy to find a way to send the wronged soul of Prince Renxian away."

Yan Ciwan listened attentively, and she asked, "And then?"

"The envoy does not believe in ghosts and gods, and he is dismissive of Xie Fashi's statement. He believes that Xie Fashi is just drunk and confused, and there is no way there is a ghost in the mansion. Even if it is really the ghost of Prince Renxian who comes to see him, he will not be afraid, because he has a clear conscience!"

Yan Ciwan suddenly asked, "But didn't you just say that the envoy felt guilty about Prince Renxian? Why are you saying now that he has a clear conscience?"

A Feng explained: "Prince Renxian was very kind to you. If it weren't for Prince Renxian, you would have been falsely accused of cheating and would have lost the chance to take the imperial examination forever. But in the end, you..."

As a servant, it was not appropriate for him to speak ill of his master, so he skipped the subject and continued.

"If I were the envoy, I would definitely feel indebted to Prince Renxian, but this is just my wishful thinking. In the past twenty years, the envoy has rarely mentioned Prince Renxian. The items that Prince Renxian gave him were locked in his warehouse and covered with dust. Someone once scolded the envoy for being ungrateful, but the envoy showed no shame at all and never seemed to regret what he did."

At this point, Afeng frowned and looked confused.

Although he had served his master for more than 20 years, he still didn't understand what his master was thinking.