Disguised as a man, she became the biggest villain in the book.

Master Hu took Zheng Luoqi and Ye Churan to the place where Young Master Hu had the accident.

Ye Churan and Zheng Luoqi were taken to a courtyard. The courtyard was extremely quiet, but judging from its decoration, it was easy to see that the owner of the courtyard was a pampered person in life.

"Mr. Hu, who was the first person to discover that Young Master Hu was in trouble? We'd like to know what happened at the time," Zheng Luoqi asked.

Master Hu frowned slightly, then waved for a maid. He said to her, "Tell these two gentlemen what you saw."

The maid looked very thin, as if she had experienced a great shock; her face was as pale as paper. She answered tremblingly, "This servant went to wake the young master as usual, but when this servant got to the door of the young master's room, she found that the door was not closed."

"I thought the young master had already gotten up, so I went in. To my surprise, I found him hanging from the rafters, dressed in a red theatrical costume. That's all I know."

"Besides these, did your young master do anything strange that day?" Zheng Luoqi asked, frowning as she pondered.

The maid frowned, as if recalling something, and suddenly said, "Young Master went to Yuexin Pavilion to listen to music. It was a strange day. Young Master rarely goes out to listen to music at night. Moreover, before that, there was a saying that the new music performed at Yuexin Pavilion was 'television that brings death.' I had no right to stop Young Master, I only gave him a few words of advice."

The maid continued, "The young master said that there are no ghosts or gods in the world, it's just that someone is playing tricks, and that someone is using the name of opera to do unsavory things."

"Anything else? Is there anything else strange?" Zheng Luoqi continued to ask.

The maidservant was trying hard to recall when her eyes suddenly lit up: "Young Master also said he was going to meet this so-called 'theatre-related death-seeking' matter, and then he went out that night."

"Did your young master go to listen to the music by himself, or did he make an appointment with someone?" Ye Churan looked at the maid and asked softly.

"Reporting to you, sir, the young master went by himself." The maid lowered her head, her tone somewhat dejected.

Zheng Luoqi walked around the room twice, then looked up at the beam. The beam looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and the traces of the white silk that the deceased had hung from it were still there.

The marks on the white silk showed no signs of violent struggle.

Zheng Luoqi walked thoughtfully to the window, then leaned closer to examine it carefully. Finally, she went into the room to take a look, but there was nothing special about it.

"Does your young master have any bedtime habits?" Zheng Luoqi suddenly turned to look at the maid, her gaze filled with scrutiny.

“No,” the maid shook her head, “Young Master goes to bed very early every night, and sometimes he reads books.”

Zheng Luoqi looked at the maid, whose expression seemed flawless. Zheng Luoqi nodded and said nothing more. She then turned to Master Hu and said, "We've disturbed you, Master Hu. We'll head back now."

After saying that, Zheng Luoqi led everyone out. Ye Churan still had many questions to ask, but she could only leave with Zheng Luoqi.

on carriage

"Has Lord Zheng discovered something?" Ye Churan remained silent for a moment before finally asking.

"No," Zheng Luoqi said calmly, her gaze never leaving the window.

Ye Churan frowned, somewhat puzzled. "Why didn't you ask more questions, sir?"

"Want to know? Just ask him directly," Zheng Luoqi said calmly.

"Ask him in person?" Ye Churan's face showed a hint of doubt: "He's dead, how can we ask him?"

"Why don't we just send his body to the coroner for an examination?" Zheng Luoqi said calmly with a faint smile on her lips, "The dead don't lie."

"But...but didn't Master Hu forbid coroners from performing autopsies?" Ye Churan looked at Zheng Luoqi with a face full of doubt.

"If he won't give it to you, can't you just steal it?" Zheng Luoqi looked at her speechlessly and replied.

"Huh?" Ye Churan looked astonished. He hadn't expected Zheng Luoqi to come up with such a solution.

"Lord Zheng, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Ye Churan asked hesitantly, but then she suddenly remembered who Zheng Luoqi was. How could someone as infamous as him possibly act according to the rules? Stealing corpses was indeed in line with his character and style.

“To Yuexin Pavilion,” Zheng Luoqi suddenly said to the coachman.

The carriage soon arrived at the entrance of Yuexin Pavilion. Since the Prime Minister sent people to surround the area, few people had passed by.

When the owner of Yuexin Pavilion saw Zheng Luoqi arrive, Third Sister hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Sir, you've arrived. Please come in and have a seat."

"Third Sister, there's no need for you to trouble yourself. We're here today to listen to music. Please arrange good seats for me and Lord Ye," Zheng Luoqi instructed.

Zheng Luoqi sat in a private seat at Yuexin Pavilion, holding a cup of tea in her hand, her eyes revealing a hint of deep thought.

Ye Churan sat beside him, looking somewhat hesitant, unsure of Zheng Luoqi's next plan. After a moment's thought, she finally asked, "What are you planning to do next, Lord Zheng?"

"Since this opera can take lives, then I, your humble servant, must come and listen to see if it really can, and see if it is a human or a ghost." Zheng Luoqi's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of amusement.

Soon, the opera "The Ghostly Dream" began to be performed on stage. The performer vividly portrayed the tragic experiences of Wu Niangzi. Her voice was melodious and plaintive, as if she were weeping, making people feel sorry for a woman tormented by fate. And the unfaithful man made people grit their teeth in hatred.

When the music ended, he turned to look at the proprietress of Yuexin Pavilion, Third Sister, and asked in a calm tone, "Third Sister, have there been any people who have been coming here to listen to music recently, or any strange people?"

Third Sister hesitated for a moment, then carefully replied, "Sir, there has indeed been a regular guest recently. He is a martial arts figure. I only heard that he came here, and he only came to listen because the music of Yuexin Pavilion is famous in the capital."

"Do you know his name?" Zheng Luoqi asked.

“His name is Xiao Jie. He just said that he is a wanderer of the martial arts world, with no fixed abode, and that he was just passing through. Everyone calls him Xiao the Swordsman,” Third Sister replied respectfully.

Zheng Luoqi frowned, and a figure suddenly flashed into his mind. He remembered that an incident had occurred at Yuexin Pavilion a few months ago.

At that time, the man who kidnapped Lin Qianning was named Xiao Jie, and he was a man of Fan Huai'an, an imperial censor of the Censorate.

Zheng Luoqi couldn't help but start thinking: Xiao Jie? Xiao Jie? Could this Xiao Jie be related to Xiao Jie? Could they both be Fan Huai'an's men? If it is Fan Huai'an, would he have made his move in the same place twice? A series of questions flooded his mind, making him fall into deep thought.