After crossing over, the demon king rolled in my arms and acted like a spoiled child

Bai Jiyue patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Your family members were killed tragically, and the authorities didn't investigate?" Mingyuan asked him.

"An investigation was conducted, but nothing was found. It was only said that bandits committed murder in the middle of the night. Naturally, the bandits were not caught, and since no family members kept urging them to come forward, the matter was dropped."

"You hid?" Mingyuan raised an eyebrow.

Song Xi said indignantly, "Of course I'm going to hide! Those people are clearly not bandits!"

“How come you see?”

Mingyuan looked at the boy in front of him with great interest, thinking that the boy was somewhat intelligent.

"If they were bandits, why would they need to count the bodies? Counting the bodies is a way of silencing witnesses, as they'd be afraid of missing anyone!"

"Then who do you think wanted to kill your whole family to silence them?" Mingyuan asked again.

Song Xi's expression turned serious: "I don't know, but my father and mother are both very good people. Even if they offended someone in business, it wouldn't be to the point of killing the whole family. So I suspect that these people are related to Liang Fuyou."

Hardship has given him a maturity beyond his years.

Bai Jiyue was also secretly amazed by the child's precocious talent.

“What are the distinguishing features of those men in black?” she asked.

She had some suspicions about the men in black, which she needed to confirm.

Song Xi shook her head: "There's nothing special about him, he's just dressed in all black."

Bai Jiyue was a little disappointed.

But then he suddenly clapped his hands as if he had just remembered something: "I remember now, I saw a tattoo on the wrist of a man in black!"

What kind of tattoo?

"It was round, and from a distance, I could only see a dark shape; I couldn't make out what the pattern was."

Bai Jiyue's heart skipped a beat.

Back then, Xiao Chongyun took her and her elder brother to see the palace servant who had once worked as a cleaner in the Holy Land, wanting to ask about Bai Shousheng's past.

When they arrived, the palace servant had just been killed. The elder brother and Xiao Chongyun captured one of the assassins, but he died from poison.

They examined the assassin's body and found a bloody, burn mark on his wrist, left by a branding iron.

At the time, they guessed that these people probably belonged to some organization. Each of them had a mark on their body. They were afraid that failure on their mission would expose their identities, so they branded off the mark beforehand.

Now, hearing Song Xi talk about the tattoos of those men in black, she remembered this incident.

The scar on the assassin's wrist was round back then. Could it be that the assassin was part of the same group as the men in black who killed the Song family?

She already knew the truth about Bai Shousheng's death, and deduced from this that those men in black must have been the Emperor's secret guards.

Therefore, it must have been the Emperor who killed the Song family.

Why did the Emperor kill the Song family? The Song family were just ordinary small merchants; how could they have offended the Emperor? The only possibility was Liang Fu.

Liang Fu was once a powerful eunuch serving the emperor, enjoying immense prestige, but he was imprisoned overnight and died soon after.

How similar this situation is to Bai Shousheng!

Bai Shousheng has glimpsed the secret of the Human Emperor, and Liang Fu may have as well!

It remains to be seen whether the secret Liang Fu uncovered was one she already knew, or a new secret she was unaware of.

Unfortunately, Liang Fu and his wife are both dead, so she probably won't be able to find out the truth.

She gathered her thoughts and saw that Song Xi's tears had washed a "ditch" down his dirty little face, so she took out a handkerchief and handed it to him: "Have you been hiding in this house all this time?"

“Where else could I go? At first, no one dared to come here. But gradually, beggars started wanting to take over the house, so I had to pretend to be a ghost. After a few times, no one dared to come anymore.”