One touch and one silence

She looked around the room at its furnishings and furnishings. Although no one had come in for several days, the strong smell of rouge and powder was still there.

She walked to the table and saw that the food and wine were still there. She looked at the shapes drawn on the ground and felt a little confused.

Look at this shape and imagine the person lying on his back on the ground after death.

Thinking back on the scenes he had seen, this second legitimate son, Shi Baocheng, was favored to a great extent just by looking at his name, so it must be common for him to come to this place.

Nanzhi walked around the table, trying to see what was different.

"Have these wine and food been tested?" Nanzhi asked casually.

"Everything has been checked, and there are no problems. Including the flowers in the house, etc., they have also been checked, and there are no problems."

Zhao Xiaojing answered Nanzhi's questions respectfully.

That's strange. Could he really have died of a sudden illness?

Nanzhi carefully recalled the clip he had seen. At that time, this guy and the courtesan were sitting here chatting happily. There was no physical contact between the two. The only action was when the courtesan named Mudan went to get the round fan, she was suddenly coaxed by this guy and turned back with a smile, then went around behind him, got the round fan, and went back from another direction.

It was like going around this guy in a circle. Why did he have to go around in a circle? Why couldn't he just go from the left? Why did he have to go from the right to the left to get the fan and then return to the original position?

It doesn’t make sense!

Not long after that, the boy suddenly lay down on the table, and Mudan thought he was drunk.

She couldn't see anything behind her.

This person's previous life was not like this. He was killed by that kid Shi Yu.

This is a big discrepancy!

"Where is the courtesan named Mudan? I want to meet her!" Nanzhi said, squatted down and looked at the place where Mudan was sitting, sat down, and then moved along her trajectory.

I still can’t figure it out!

She didn't hear a response for a long time. She looked at her mother standing beside her and raised her eyebrows.

The madam was a little confused. "To answer your question, my dear, Mudan fell ill after being frightened last time. Is she still lying in bed?"

"This……"

It’s inconvenient, right? Nanzhi understood.

"In that case, let's go to her room and take a look! Is that possible?"

Both of them had condescended to visit her, a courtesan. If they refused, there would be something fishy going on.

"Mom, don't worry, your daughter is here!"

"Cough cough..."

Nanzhi looked up at the courtesan from Yifengyuan who walked in from outside the door. Her outfit today was completely different from the last time she saw her.

If last time I was compared to a blooming peony, today I am comparing her to a sick Xi Shi!

She was wearing a white, chest-length skirt, and her hair was casually tied up with a white jade hairpin. Her face looked like she had no makeup on and was very pale. It could be said that she knew her advantages very well.

Nanzhi casually glanced at the yamen runners around him, and sure enough, they all had faces filled with amazement and pity.

interesting!

The madam walked over with a distressed look on her face and supported Mudan as she was about to walk through the door.

"Ouch! My dear daughter, how come you are here!"

"Are you feeling better?"

Nanzhi smiled meaningfully, walked up to her, and looked at her closely with a look that made people feel uncomfortable.

"Are you Peony?"

"It's me. May I know who this noble lady is?" Mudan's voice was soft and weak, with a hint of sickness in it, which made people feel pity for her.

Even she felt that her voice was a little too loud.

"People from the Dali Temple, I heard that was the last time you saw Shi Baocheng?"

"Did he seem to be uncomfortable or something wrong with him at the time?"

Nanzhi's tone was very serious. Even though she seemed a little short standing in front of Mudan, there was no trace of weakness in her tone. Instead, her businesslike attitude frightened Mudan.

"To reply to your Excellency, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. Master Shi Baocheng was coaxing me one second ago, but who knows what will happen the next second..."

After she finished speaking, her eyes were instantly filled with tears. She blinked tremblingly, and her eyelashes were stained with tears, making her look very adorable.

But who was she, Nanzhi? She had no sympathy for his death, but instead admired him in her heart.

For a beauty, her tears are her weapon.

Sure enough, when she glanced inside the room, she saw several yamen runners looking at her, all with disapproving looks in their eyes. If she hadn't been Nan Shaoqing or the Seventh Prince at this moment, she would have felt that those people would have criticized her out loud.

"When did you two meet? What topics did you talk about?"

Nanzhi stood in front of Mudan with his arms folded across his chest, looking up at the woman.

Hey! Why is she so short? It's so tiring to look up! I must make more bone soup for her later.

I heard that bone soup can supplement calcium.

"Nothing else. He just asked me what I like and what I like to eat. I told him that I like zithers, and she said she would find me a great zither."

"I laughed at him. How could a prostitute like her get such a fine zither so easily? He said a fine zither should be paired with a beauty like me."

"Mr. Shi is such a good man!"

When Mudan said this, she gently lowered her head, revealing her white neck, and tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground.

The woman gently lifted one of her sleeves and wiped the tears from her cheek.

Nanzhi was about to say something, but the nanny interrupted her.

"If you have any questions, please ask me. Our Peony is still sick."

There was already a hint of displeasure in his tone, and he even glared at Nanzhi.

Nanzhi's good temper disappeared in an instant at this moment.

"Mom, what you said is quite interesting. This Peony girl was the last person the deceased saw. I only asked two questions. Why are you so nervous, mom?"

"Why? I can't ask?"

Nanzhi put on an official air and glared at the mother angrily.

"It's ok for me not to ask. How about letting someone from Yongcheng Marquis' Mansion come and ask Mom in person?"

At this time, Nanzhi didn't bother to be polite with her. She didn't believe that there was no trick.

Although she did not see who the murderer was in the corpse's memory, she could feel that this woman named Mudan was extraordinary.

Her casual movements can mobilize other people's emotions and make them speak for her.

As soon as Nanzhi finished speaking, Mudan seemed to be frightened. She was very scared and hid behind the madam.

Sure enough, even Zhao Xiaojing looked at her with accusatory eyes.

It was as if she used her official power to bully innocent and weak women.

"you……"

The madam was infuriated by what Nanzhi said. The current lady of the Yongcheng Marquis's Mansion was a powerful figure, and even she, a madam, had heard something about it.

An awkward smile appeared on the madam's face, and she looked at Nanzhi in a flattering manner.

"Look at what this nobleman said. I am also worried about my daughter's health. I hope you won't blame me. Although you are not my biological daughter, you are still my daughter. As a mother, how can I not feel sorry for you?"

As he spoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, as if he was really worried.

"Mom, what you said is not right. According to the laws of the Great Ling Dynasty, even if I put Miss Mudan in jail, no one would dare to say anything. Now, Young Master Nan just asked a few questions, and your health is failing?"