"What exactly happened inside? Is it true that the owner...?" He left his beloved horse aside and grabbed a maid to ask.
The maid was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes, sotis nodding, sotis shaking her head, her face pale and unable to utter a single word.
Jian Shiqing angrily tossed the maid aside and attempted to grab a servant to ask.
But the servant, upon seeing him, started running imdiately.
Whoever got caught by him was unlucky. Apart from not daring to pack up and leave imdiately due to Jin Zijin and Yue Rujing’s presence, everyone was like hedgehogs, raising sharp spikes to protect themselves.
The owner was dead, but he was forced to death by the powerful Prince Ning.
Everyone saw it, forced to death under the watchful eyes of the public.
What should be done?
Though there’s a saying that even princes are subjected to the sa laws as commoners, is that truly the case?
But if they were to lie against their conscience, and say the owner committed suicide out of distress, could they really live with themselves?
After all, they are all servants of the Tianhai Mountain Villa!
But if they were to speak the truth, who among them would dare offend Prince Ning?
The servants felt helpless too!
Everyone who saw him felt like facing a formidable enemy. Jian Shiqing finally gave up on finding a servant to question first and instead ran directly towards the main courtyard.
Jian Shiqing pushed open the door and saw Zhu Haisheng’s corpse lying on a wooden board in the main hall, with no one around, not even soone burning paper money or offering incense for him.
He just lay there lonely on the not-so-glamorous wooden board, like a corpse casually disposed of.
Jian Shiqing stepped forward to inspect the wounds on his body and was suddenly shocked when he saw the one on the neck, his pupils dilating to the maximum.
"No, you... you really are..."
He murmured inexplicably a few words and then dashed out the door,
The wall in Zhu Haisheng’s bedroom was burnt black, with many wooden plaques that crumbled when touched.
Jin Zijin and Yue Rujing were crouching on the ground, carefully trying to piece together those wooden plaques or identify the characters on them.
But as Jian Shiqing pushed the door open forcefully, the wind blew in, scattering the painstakingly pieced plaques, and with another touch, they turned to ash.
"I ##￥￥..." Yue Rujing was furious to see his hard work destroyed in an instant, but as he turned and saw Jian Shiqing’s pale face, his voice abruptly ceased.
If Jin Xuyao were still alive, he would seriously suspect that the so-called adopted son Jian Shiqing was actually Xuyao.
He had already investigated thoroughly, the identity of the young master of the Jian Family had been tampered with long ago, and he had been dead for a while!
Gazing at this young man whose eyes always seed to carry a story, Jin Zijin pursed his lips and said nothing.
These evidences were destroyed, and the chanism of the secret compartnt was a sophisticated switch, anyone opening it without knowledge would face such consequences.
The whole wall was ruined, so special powders hidden in the secret compartnt suddenly ignited and burned to ashes.
These things were originally evidence to prove his identity, and now they’re gone just like that.
Seeing Jin Zijin, who said nothing, and Jian Shiqing, who was also silent, Yue Rujing felt troubled.
After hesitating for so ti, he explained, "This... Jian Gongzi, truth is your adoptive father has another identity, he is the treacherous villain we’ve been searching for, Fu Jian, who took away our Young Prince. Also, he didn’t know we killed... we haven’t found Xuyao yet, how could we have killed him, right? He committed suicide by himself, it has nothing to do with us. We rely wanted to find him and ask where Xuyao really was, but unexpectedly he... he just committed suicide. You... you won’t misunderstand, right?"
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