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Min Heyu continued, "We've gathered here tonight to sort out the suspicious points we've found, so we can make plans for the next step."

He Zhengyuan kept a dark expression on his face throughout, constantly drinking tea to cover up his embarrassment.

“We have indeed come up with some clues in the past two days,” Chen Jiu said. “Lord Wang, why don’t you help us sort them out?”

Wang Zhi was suddenly called out, and after a light cough, he began to speak: "Although Master Kongji's body is missing, Yang Min's is still here. The coroner has examined it carefully, and the truth is not as Wutingtang said, that Yang Min died of poisoning. There was no poison in his body."

“Cang Zhengqing is just a nobody in the martial arts world, so his words can’t be trusted,” He Zhengyuan suddenly interjected.

Wang Zhi had remained silent during the earlier argument, and his attitude towards He Zhengyuan was still polite. "What Lord He said is true. Special Envoy Chen found a silver needle on Yang Min's skull, and it was this needle that took Yang Min's life."

Min Heyu said, "After discovering this, I immediately sent people to investigate the martial arts practitioners who had been coming and going in Sichuan for the past three months, and none of them used the Silver Needle Technique."

Qiao Ran glanced at Chen Jiu, who then spoke up, "It's not necessary to insert this needle while Yang Min is awake. As long as Yang Min is unconscious, the silver needle can kill him easily."

“I think this is all a staged performance by Cang Zhengqing himself,” He Zhengyuan said disdainfully. “Tomorrow we’ll seal off Wuting Hall and interrogate them with torture. Let’s see how long they can hold out.”

"Lord He, it is inappropriate to use private punishment. Cang Zhengqing has been entrenched in Shu for a long time, and we cannot act rashly."

He Zhengyuan: "Then, Special Envoy Chen, tell me, how can we get Cang Zhengqing to talk?"

“Killing someone is either for money or revenge,” Chen Jiu analyzed slowly. “Yang Min didn’t have any enemies or much money, so the reason for his death must be what he had. Uncle Min, you’ve had a lot of dealings with Yang Min, do you know what he had that someone was after?”

Min Heyu thought for a while, "After you reminded me yesterday, I questioned everyone around Yang Min. It turns out that Yang Min has indeed been on good terms with Kong Ji all these years and has been keeping something for him, agreeing to return it to Kong Ji this year. That's when the incident happened at Wuting Hall."

Chen Jiu: "What is it?"

Min Heyu shook his head, "I didn't get any specifics out of him."

"During the interrogation of Cang Zhengqing, didn't he say that he flew into a rage and punished the servants that night because something was stolen from the hall?" Wang Zhi said, "Cang Zhengqing also said that the item was stolen by the notorious thief 'Ghost Hand,' who has accumulated many grudges in the Sichuan area over the past six months. Could it be that she also killed Yang Min?"

As she listened, the blame fell on her, and Qiao Ran immediately retorted, "Although the 'Ghost Hand' has a big reputation, I have never heard of her taking money or hurting people. She only takes ill-gotten gains. She doesn't sound like a bad person to me."

"Who gave you the right to speak!" He Zhengyuan didn't even want to look at Qiao Ran, and reprimanded her.

Qiao Ran rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to argue with him.

Chen Jiu looked displeased and deliberately reminded He Zhengyuan, "Qiao Qiao's meaning is my meaning. Does Lord He not want me to speak either?"

He Zhengyuan choked, realizing he couldn't out-argue two people, and resigned himself to his bad luck.

Qiao Ran smiled secretly to herself, then turned her head to peek at Chen Jiu. She noticed that he had a few beads of sweat on his temples and some dark circles under his eyes. She guessed that he must not have been sleeping well these past few days, and if he stayed up for a few more days, his body would definitely not be able to take it.

His lips were thin, moving slightly up and down, with little change in the lines at the corners of his mouth. Qiao Ran suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his lips.

"Cang Zhengqing and Yang Min both lost something. Can you guess what it is?"

After Chen Jiu finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Qiao Ran. Qiao Ran was caught off guard and their eyes met, causing her heart to skip a beat.

...She really is a born womanizer.

Wang Zhi: "We don't know what Yang Min lost yet, but Cang Zhengqing said he lost a martial arts manual, a set of superior mental techniques. He had treasured it for many years and was preparing to share it with his friends in the martial arts world, but it was stolen."

"Martial arts techniques?" Chen Jiu chuckled. "Is that believable?"

Which martial arts practitioner would be willing to share their superior martial arts techniques with others?

Qiao Ran muttered to herself, "Of course I can't believe it. Cang Zhengqing clearly lost a painting of a beautiful woman... But why would he lie about a painting of a beautiful woman?"

Is there something wrong with that picture?

Qiao Ran was lost in thought and didn't hear what the people in the hall were discussing until she felt a gaze on her head. She then turned to look at the side and saw that Chen Jiu had sat up straight and was talking to Min Heyu.

“The murderer’s target may not be Yang Min, but Master Kongji. It’s a pity that Lord Yang has been implicated for no reason,” Chen Jiu said regretfully. “Uncle Min, please ask the Wuting Hall people to be detained temporarily tomorrow. I have a few questions to ask, and I believe the truth will come to light.”

Min Heyu trusts Chen Jiu and hopes the case will be solved as quickly as possible so that he will bear less responsibility.

He Zhengyuan was completely confused. "Special Envoy Chen made such a boast, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to solve the case tomorrow?"

"Lord He, please don't be anxious," Chen Jiu said softly, "the outcome will be clear tomorrow."

"I'll see how you solve this case tomorrow!"

He Zhengyuan once again turned and left. The people of the Censorate were used to being strict and harsh, and they always looked like they were ready to die for their cause. Chen Jiu didn't argue with him and said, "Take care, Lord He."

The food on the table was barely touched. Qiao Ran was already hungry, so she buried her head and stuffed food into her mouth.

Wang Zhi lowered his head to drink tea, but inadvertently stole a few more glances at Qiao Ran. She was truly as beautiful as a lotus. He would definitely report back everything he had seen and heard when he returned. He Zhengyuan was reckless and targeted Chen Jiu at every turn, but he knew in his heart that Chen Jiu had many secrets behind him. The deputy commander's instructions before he left were still ringing in his ears, and he dared not be presumptuous with Chen Jiu.

Looking away, Wang Zhi slowly put down his teacup and asked with concern, "Will you really be able to find out the truth tomorrow, young master?"

Chen Jiu lowered her head slightly, her long, curled eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids. "The truth has never been covered up; it's just hidden in a corner that we haven't seen. When the sun rises tomorrow, it will naturally be exposed."

Wang Zhi was shocked and silently raised his glass to Chen Jiu.

After several rounds of drinks, Min Heyu was quite drunk. He was helped to Chen Jiu's side and, still slightly drunk, said in a very soft voice, "Young Master, once you return to the capital, I hope you will remember the kindness of my humble home in Shu and be more forgiving."

Chen Jiu didn't look at him, and called someone in, "Send Lord Min back to his residence, he's drunk."

The guards quickly helped Min Heyu out, and seeing this scene, Wang Zhi also bowed and took his leave.

Qiao Ran had actually overheard Min Heyu's words. She was curious whether Chen Jiu would return to Beijing, and what he would do there.

Why was Min Heyu so respectful to Chen Jiu? Was it because his father was the prime minister?

But Qiao Ran pretended not to hear and kept eating her bowl.

Suddenly, I felt a light tap on my head. "Still not full?"

Qiao Ran wiped her mouth. "I'm full."

Chen Jiu stared at her and smiled for a while, then said, "This dress suits you very well."

Qiao Ran didn't deny that she looked good in anything, and deliberately stood up to turn around for Chen Jiu. "It's so inconvenient, Chen Jinzhou. Can you imagine me riding a horse gracefully through the woods in this gorgeous Muyun gauze dress?"

The girl's expression was lively, and Chen Jiu really thought about it carefully. If she rode her horse through the forest, she would be the freest and most beautiful bird.

But such a beautiful ending is not suitable for her.

Chen Jiu simply said, "The girls in Kyoto dress so solemnly and elegantly every day. Perhaps you'll get used to it."

Qiao Ran was unaware of the deeper meaning behind his words, and simply laughed heartlessly, "I can't get used to it. What's the point of being so restrained and stiff every day?"