The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

"Boss, what are you doing?" Qin Miaoxi's head was pounding because of the boss's overly attentive look.

The shopkeeper's face was full of smiles, his eyes gently falling on Qin Miaoxi. He immediately poured her a cup of tea and said respectfully, "So it's the Marquis's wife who has come to visit. I really didn't recognize you. Which wing do you want to check? I'll have someone check it for you right away. I hope you won't be delayed."

Qin Miaoxi raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes, and she asked, "Why, we don't have to pay a deposit this time?"

The shopkeeper waved his hands hurriedly, his smile becoming more humble. "How could we possibly accept your deposit? Young Marquis is a big customer of our Yunyin Pavilion. He always takes good care of us. How could we refuse such a small favor?"

Big customer?

Qin Miaoxi was about to ask in detail when the shopkeeper's thoughts suddenly echoed in her mind: "The young marquis is very generous. He spends over a million taels of silver in our Yunyin Pavilion every month. How can we refuse such a small matter for the wife of such a god of wealth?"

Qin Miaoxi couldn't help but click her tongue when she heard that. A million taels? That would be enough to buy her hundreds of paper-making shops. If someone offered her a paper-making shop like that, she would treat him like her own father. No wonder the shopkeeper went from being aloof to fawning. It turned out that all it took was a Marquis of Xuanping.

She couldn't help but grit her teeth secretly, thinking, this prodigal son, she would settle the score with him when he came back.

At this moment, Lu Qingchen, who was far away in a foreign country, suddenly sneezed. Wen Zhu thoughtfully put the cloak on him and said, "Master, it's cold, please put on some clothes."

Lu Qingchen looked into the distance with sharp eyes, "I wonder who is talking about me behind my back, looking for death!"

But in a moment, the shopkeeper quickly turned back, holding the results of the investigation firmly in his hand.

According to the clues Qin Miaoxi had given earlier, the person who reserved the No. 1 wing room that day was none other than Qian Baiwan, a wealthy rice merchant in South City.

"A million dollars?"

Qin Miaoxi frowned slightly and murmured to herself. Then, she gracefully pulled out the carefully painted portrait from her wide sleeves and handed it to the shopkeeper with both hands. She asked anxiously, "Is this person among the people he brought with him?"

The shopkeeper took the portrait with both hands, and with a sharp gaze, he carefully examined it. Then, without hesitation, he shook his head, saying firmly and resolutely, "No."

"Are you so sure?" Qin Miaoxi raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes full of suspicion, and asked while staring into the shopkeeper's eyes.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's face lit up with a confident and calm smile, and he explained slowly, "Madam, you may not know this, but our Yunyin Pavilion is renowned throughout the capital for its attentive and meticulous hospitality to distinguished guests. How dare we neglect or easily forget the appearance and features of every distinguished guest? We even memorize the appearance and mannerisms of the servants accompanying them."

Qin Miaoxi nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes moving, and she deeply agreed with the shopkeeper's words. She thought to herself that the meticulous service was indeed the key to Yunyin Pavilion's survival in this mixed capital city.

"In that case, do you still remember what Qian Baiwan did in the Tianzihao compartment that day? Were there any special actions or special people appearing?" Qin Miaoxi asked with a burning gaze.

The shopkeeper paused for a moment, then recounted his thoughts earnestly, "Master Qian arrived that day with a few followers and stayed in the side room for about two hours. During that time, a man who looked like a servant hurried by and whispered a few words to Master Qian. Master Qian's expression grew a little serious, but he quickly returned to normal. After the servant left, Master Qian and his followers left Yunyin Pavilion. There was nothing unusual going on."

Qin Miaoxi's heart moved, "Did you see the boy's appearance clearly?"

The shopkeeper shook his head. "That man kept his head down, so I didn't get a clear look at his face. But he walked briskly, like a man who's used to traveling."

Qin Miaoxi bit her lower lip lightly, thinking to herself, "Isn't this person?"

"No, the servant has a round figure, which is quite different from this person's figure."

"Has anyone else come in during this time?"

"No, Yunyin Pavilion only has this one gate. I guard it every day, and I remember every person who has come here."

Qin Miaoxi pondered for a moment, then softly asked, "Can I go take a look at the Tianzihao wing?"

"Of course." The shopkeeper responded and immediately called a servant to lead the way for Qin Miaoxi.

The group quickly walked towards the No. 1 wing.

After arriving, Qin Miaoxi looked up at the quiet and elegant courtyard before her. Aside from the path they had just passed, there was no other obvious entrance. Lush bamboo forests flanked both sides, their branches so dense and dense that it was practically impossible for ordinary people to pass through.

"Boss, do you know who Qian Baiwan has close contacts with on a daily basis?" Qin Miaoxi looked up and asked.

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "Master Qian is quite famous in the business world of South City and has dealings with many merchants. However, the ones he has the closest relationships with are undoubtedly the cloth merchant Sun Fuhai and the medicinal herb merchant Zhou Sheng. These two often go in and out of Yunyin Pavilion with Master Qian to discuss business matters."

Qin Miaoxi's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Okay, thank you for telling me, shopkeeper. If there are any new clues in the future, I hope you can inform me in time."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I will do my best." The shopkeeper said respectfully.

I will start with a teasing tone and exaggerated expressions to make the waiter's words more humorous and highlight his concerns about the young marquis's future spending power.

Looking at Qin Miaoxi's hurriedly departing figure, the shopkeeper's eyes were full of admiration. He nodded slowly and said with heartfelt emotion: "Young Marquis, this time it can be said that it was a blessing in disguise. He married such a virtuous wife!"

Although Lu Qingchen was a young marquis, he was unassuming and, when interacting with others, he was friendly and sweet-spoken. The shopkeeper had always admired his open-minded and generous character, and now that he had found a good match, he was sincerely happy for him.

At this moment, the waiter who was tidying up the inner room heard the shopkeeper's words, stopped what he was doing, and came over with a playful look on his face, shaking his head and saying, "Oh my, shopkeeper, you don't know yet! I heard that the Marquis's wife is a living reincarnation of a Pixiu, always taking in and never giving out. She's so stingy that she'd even pluck the hair off a mosquito that flies by! From now on, the young Marquis will probably be strictly controlled. The money in his pocket will be taken away by the Marquis' wife, and there might not even be a copper left. I think the days when the young Marquis came to our place and had a carefree and happy life will be gone forever!"

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper's smile froze on his face. He suddenly remembered what people had said about the Marquis's wife.

I was so happy just now, but now I feel so disappointed. I can't help but wonder: Am I really going to lose such a big customer?

Qin Miaoxi, who left Yunyin Pavilion, didn't know how to pry open Qian Baiwan's mouth, and somehow came to his shop. Looking at the guests coming and going inside, an idea flashed in her mind, and she thought that maybe she should use the young marquis's tricks.

"Ah!"

Lu Qingchen sneezed again in the distance. Wen Zhu said, "Master, you prefer grace to temperature. You must have caught a cold."

"No, I'm still strong! It's just that someone is talking behind my back."

Lu Qingchen rubbed his nose, his eyes suddenly brightening, "Do you think it's possible that Madam misses me?"

Wen Zhu rolled his eyes, glanced at the gradually darkening sky, and sighed, "It's really getting dark!"

Lu Qingchen frowned, "What do you mean?"

Wen Zhu said seriously, "Why not tell me? There are all kinds of things in dreams."

Lu Qingchen: "..."