Daily life in the academy

Mu Bailian stayed at the Ministry of Justice to submit the case file for Wenzhe. After a while, he asked curiously, "I've been here for quite some time, why haven't I seen Uncle Wen yet?"

Wenzhe: "Father had just returned from the morning court when the Minister of Rites called him in on an important matter."

Mu Bailian: "What's the important matter?"

Wenzhe: "I don't know yet. I will know when my father returns."

The official who was previously sent by Wenzhe to investigate Linlang Yanzhi returned and handed a copy of the document to Wenzhe.

"Sir, that Linlang Rouge is actually owned by the Minister of Rites. The shopkeeper is an elderly man from the Shangshu Mansion, and the clerk is also a son of the Shangshu Mansion's family. When I went to inquire about it, the shopkeeper looked a little flustered, as if something was amiss. Do you think we should bring him back for questioning?"

Wenzhe looked down at the copy in his hand. It contained a list of Linlang Yanzhi's personnel and all the transactions since the woman's disappearance. However, there was no record of the three women.

"Is there anything missing from this list?"

The official said respectfully, "I copied this list one by one from the shop's account book. After copying it, I checked it again to make sure nothing was missed."

Wenzhe nodded in understanding. "The list is inconsistent with the information from the previous visit. The accounts are false. The shopkeeper is covering up something. Go and bring the shopkeeper in for questioning."

"Yes."

The officer took the order and turned to leave when Wenzhe stopped him, "Wait! Don't force a confession under duress."

"I know."

After they left, Mu Bailian asked excitedly, "How is it? Did you find any clues? Can you find Ah Zhi?"

Wenzhe shook his head helplessly, "It's not that easy. The owner of Linlang Rouge is only a suspect at the moment. Besides, with such a large scale, how could he be the only one responsible? If the owner is truly involved, then there must be someone else behind him."

Mu Bailian instantly lost his temper. The thought that Bai Zhi might be in danger made him lose all motivation. He slumped over the desk and said weakly, "I bicker with Bai Zhi every day, but now I haven't seen him for a day. Why does it feel so wrong?"

"I consulted a fortune teller before, and he said Azhi is destined to be rich and prosperous. This time he will definitely be able to turn misfortune into fortune." Wenzhe looked determined.

Mu Bailian was in disbelief: "Okay, Azhe, when did you calculate it? Why didn't you calculate it for me? You are hiding something and you are biased!"

Wenzhe: “….”

He sighed and said helplessly, "Isn't Ah Zhi's safety more important now?"

Mu Bailian realized it belatedly: "Yes." But... he still felt that Wenzhe was biased.

As the two were looking at each other in silence, Wen Ting, the Minister of Justice, Wenzhe's father, came in cursing. Seeing Wenzhe there, he became even more angry.

"Zhe'er, have you found any new clues? That old man Chu is making me so angry. His daughter is missing, why would he look for her himself? Did I let his daughter run around in the middle of the night?"

"A few days ago, in the court, you accused me of incompetence in the Ministry of Justice in front of all the ministers. Humph, now you're getting your comeuppance."

Wenzhe coughed lightly and said, "Father, this is a bit too much. Miss Chu is missing, and as a father, it is only natural for you to be worried."

Wen Ting realized it later and quickly lowered his voice, "Is it a bit too much? Then your father will be furious."

Mu Bailian couldn't hold back any more and laughed out loud. Wen Ting then realized that he was also there and slapped him on the shoulder, saying with a smile:

"Mu Xiaozi is here too. Wenzhe can't accompany you these days."

Mu Bailian touched his shoulder that was sore from being slapped, and said with a smile, "Uncle Wen, I'm here to accompany Azhe, not to ask him to go out."

"Strange, have you changed, Mu? Last time I was drinking with your father, he complained to me about how you were constantly making trouble."

"Uncle Wen, don't listen to the old man's nonsense. I've been very obedient recently."

"Your father is only thirty-seven or thirty-eight, in the prime of his life, how come he's become an old man? If you say so, wouldn't I be an old man too?"

Mu Bailian was sweating profusely on his forehead. Wen Ting had been a brother to Mu Feng when they were young, and they had fought on the battlefield together. His aura of decisiveness and killing had not dissipated even after he became a civil servant. He looked at Wen Zhe beside him for help.

Wenzhe winked at the official behind him, who immediately understood and stepped forward with the document he had prepared long ago.

"Father, these are the official documents from the past few days. Since you are free today, please review them."

Wen Ting was instantly choked. His son's face was expressionless, clearly not one for negotiation. Mu Bailian lowered his head, not looking at him. Beside him was a subordinate who stood upright, holding documents in both hands. He glared at the subordinate unhappily, flicked his sleeves, and walked inside, reminding the stunned subordinate, "Come on, what are you doing standing there like an idiot?"

"Ah, yes, sir."

After Wen Ting disappeared from their sight, Mu Bailian patted his chest in shock. "Azhe, your father is much scarier than Prince Ning. It was absolutely wise for your grandfather to persuade Uncle Wen to give up martial arts and pursue literature. He's scary enough now. If he's been through many battles, wouldn't he be like a living devil?"

Wenzhe shrugged: "Do you think your father is scary?"

Mu Bailian immediately shook his head: "How is he scary? He's just a stubborn and dull old man."

Wenzhe: "Similarly, General Mu Feng looks very fierce from the outside, but you are not afraid because he loves you. So why would I find my father scary?"

Mu Bailian scratched his head. "You're right. But...how do you know my father loves me? It's good enough that he doesn't want to beat me to death."

It was endless. Wenzhe pushed his head away and sighed, "Azhi...are you still looking for it?"

"Look, look, of course."

"Then be quiet for a while."

"Oh."

...

When Yan Qingchen left the Ministry of Justice, he took away a fast horse from the Ministry of Justice. The dream that Bai Zhi had told him that day kept echoing in his mind.

An Ziqian's identity was forged. He was closely related to the last epidemic, and now the frequent cases of missing women are suspected to be his stepping stone to gain Di Guo's trust.

Although Bai Zhi's dream was so mysterious that it was unbelievable, the clues provided so far were all accurate. An Ziqian's identity was fake. The last time the epidemic attempted to pull the prince down, it seemed that Prince Gong benefited the most, but Prince Gong's mother's family was weak and not to be feared. Then the Minister of Personnel Huang De who recommended Prince Gong was suspicious.

The situation is urgent now, and An Ziqian's identity cannot be found out for the time being, but perhaps some clues can be found from the side.

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