With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

"Who is the master of this family, old sir? Do they live here all year round?"

After drinking the hot tea, Qin Yian's cold body finally came to its senses. He moved his hands and feet, and they were no longer so stiff. Shen San, who was standing next to him, had previously turned purple from the cold, but now his face had returned to a more normal color.

Uncle Zhang stood in front of Shu He, his expression extremely respectful. "Your Excellency, I have lived here all year round. My master is a merchant from the south. He often comes to Yuancheng to sell his goods, so he bought this house in the suburbs."

Qin Yian nodded. These things can be checked in the county's documents and cannot be faked. He was just asking briefly, mainly because he wanted to ask about the matter of Mrs. He.

"When did Lady He come to live here?"

"Mrs. He was brought from the south by the head of the family two years ago."

Shu He lowered his head, his eyes flickering slightly. He hadn't expected Baili Moqing to be so kind! After all, if he hadn't signaled, Uncle Zhang wouldn't have come to help.

Qin Yian asked again, "Does Madam He have any children?"

Zhang Bo's expression changed slightly, and he paused, "No."

"Really?" Qin Yian looked at Shu He. She lowered her head, and the hair on her temples was a little dry and messy, covering most of her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

Qin Yian knew that asking any further would yield no results, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Zhang Bo and Shu He escorted the two to the front door. Qin Yian bowed and said, "Sorry to bother you two. Thank you for the hot tea."

Uncle Zhang waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's my duty. Thank you for your hard work, my lords."

Qin Yian accepted the gift and reminded him, "A few days ago, a family was murdered in a farm in the western suburbs. The murderer was a female slave from that farm. Unable to bear the abuse of her master, she killed several people. Old man, you should not be too eager to help outsiders recently, lest you not only fail to see their appearance, but also invite wolves into the house."

After saying this, he stared at Zhang Bo while glancing at Shu He's face from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Bo's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "There are such servants? How dare they rebel against their master and kill him? This is a grave crime!!"

Qin Yian said, "Yes, no matter what the reason, someone was killed after all. As a constable, even if I feel sympathy, I can only arrest him. I hope that the maid can voluntarily surrender. Maybe she can get leniency by explaining the reason. It's better than hiding and wandering around the world with a child."

"That maid has a child?" Zhang Bo was startled and subconsciously glanced at Shu He. Qin Yian happened to catch this scene and immediately became suspicious of Shu He again.

"Yes, about two years old. I heard he was very thin."

Uncle Zhang bent his body even more, and subconsciously lowered his brows, trying his best to hide his inner emotions.

"Uncle Zhang, who's lingering at the door?"

Nanqi, wearing a black robe with dark patterns, strode out from the snow. His tall figure and capable temperament made him look very heroic.

"Young Master, this is an official from Yuancheng. He said he was passing by on business and wanted to ask for a cup of hot tea." Uncle Zhang was obviously very experienced, as if in front of outsiders, the owner of this house had always been Nanqi.

Nanqi has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. When he gets serious, he really has the air of a noble young man.

He nodded slightly, then turned to Qin Yian and the other man and bowed, "Have you two had some hot tea?"

Just as Qin Yian nodded, he heard Nanqi's slightly cold voice, "In that case, I won't delay the two adults from their official duties." Then he turned to Zhang Bo and said, "Uncle Zhang, don't open the door unless necessary. The wind and snow are too strong, and the little warmth accumulated in the house has been dissipated!"

Qin Yian was slightly stunned, a hint of embarrassment on his face. Shen San, who was standing next to him, was not one to hide his feelings. He was immediately irritated by Nan Qi's attitude and glared at him, "What's with that attitude?"

Nanqi glanced at him with lowered eyebrows, and went back to the inner room without saying a word.

"We are officials. How dare you, a merchant's son, be so disrespectful?!"

Shen San was ignored and was about to step forward in anger, but Qin Yian quickly stopped him, "Shen San, don't be impulsive!"

"Boss, that kid, also..."

"do not talk!"

Qin Yian didn't stay any longer and took Shen San back into the thick snow.

After closing the door, Uncle Zhang glanced at Shu He with a complicated look. Feeling a little guilty, Shu He simply said, "Don't be afraid, Uncle Zhang. I'm not the maid he's talking about."

After she finished speaking, she ran after Nanqi's back.

Uncle Zhang clenched his hands, his face full of worry and suspicion.

He had seen the blood-red water she used after washing. At the time, he had wondered if it was the blood of some animal or her own wound. He had never imagined it was the blood of someone who had been killed!

Sir, is anything wrong?

No, Nanqi's martial arts are so good, it's impossible that he can't even handle a woman. He must be overthinking it. The young master is so smart, he should be able to guess that the woman has an extraordinary background, right?

When Uncle Zhang also entered the house, a beautiful woman came out from the corner of the front hall.

There was a sinister light in Nangong Xiyun's eyes. She put on the hood of her cloak, opened the door, and walked towards the two figures outside.

Elsewhere, Shu He followed Nan Qi back to Baili Moqing's study. Xiao Yi'er was soundly asleep on the couch. A screen had appeared in the direction of the window facing the bed, blocking out the occasional wind and snow that blew in from outside.

Under the window, Nanqi was handing a cup of hot tea to a man. He didn't even look up, concentrating on reading his book, not paying the slightest attention to her presence. But Nanqi, standing next to him, glared at her unpleasantly, as if she were a nuisance.

Shu He looked a little unnatural and said, "Thank you."

Seeing him about to leave with Xiao Yi'er in his arms, Nanqi called out to her, "Aren't you going to explain?"

"Explain what?"

"That murder case those two people just mentioned!"

Shu He's expression was calm. He just said "Oh" and walked out of the study with Xiao Yier.

When Shu He completely disappeared, Nan Qi's face was filled with anger. "This woman, she, she just left like that?"

"What an ungrateful bastard!"

Baili Moqing raised his lips slightly and glanced at him, "I said thank you."

Nanqi's expression became extremely complicated when he heard this.

What's wrong with their master today? Doesn't he usually hate women? Why is he speaking up for a woman again and again today? And she's a married woman with children!

Could it be that what that woman said was right, that the master has taken a fancy to her?

Thinking of this, Nanqi quickly said "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh", surprised at how he could have such an idea? Who is his master? How could he have such thoughts about a widow!

Baili Moqing saw his expression change unpredictably from the corner of his eyes, and felt helpless. He just said, "Go and tell Beiji the message."

Nanqi couldn't let go of the thought, so much so that when he wrote the letter, he made countless typos and had to rewrite it several times before finally releasing the carrier pigeon. Later, when he saw Beiji, the messenger, his eyebrows twitched. He thought to himself, "This kid is so lazy that he can't even write! He needs to teach him a lesson!"

Qin Yian and Shen San, who were guarding outside "Anheju", actually saw Shu He holding a "package" in his hands and going to Zhang's house next door.

Shen San covered his ears, which were about to freeze off, and asked excitedly, "Boss, there is indeed something wrong with this woman! Can we go back and report to the county lieutenant?"

"Let's take a look again." Qin Yian still felt a little uneasy, and he wanted to confirm it again.

"What are you still looking at? Didn't Miss Nangong from Anheju just say that this Lady He isn't from Anheju at all, and she just showed up this morning. Plus, the Zhang family servant and that woman have both deceived us, so isn't this fact already clear? Why do we need confirmation?"

Qin Yian didn't say anything, but Shen San knew that once Qin Yian made up his mind, he wouldn't change it easily. He suddenly thought of someone, "Boss, don't we have a witness? If we go to the western suburbs and find a witness to identify him, wouldn't the truth be revealed?"

Qin Yian's expression changed slightly. This is a good idea!

"Boss, it's too cold. If we keep guarding like this, we might not catch the murderer and we'll all freeze to death here!"

"Okay, go find a witness!"

After the two left, the deserted countryside returned to peace. Heavy snow quickly covered up any traces of the two men.

In the Zhang family's villa, Shu He walked around the front hall and saw Xiaoduo sitting on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, with the heavy snow almost covering his legs.

Across from him lay the corpse of a bandit, covered in snow. The snow had been peeled away, revealing the bloody, headless neck and fleshy remains. Not far away, a head-shaped snowball lay quietly, as if echoing the broken wound.

This scene was chillingly horrific.