No problems!

A bitter smile curved the corner of Xie Zhifei’s mouth.

If they hadn’t personally seen Wu Shunian, and Wu Shunian hadn’t personally proven his innocence, who could have imagined this case was a wrongful conviction, that Wu Guanyue and his son had been made scapegoats.

“Xie Zhifei, Pei Mingting, Li Buyan, Zhu Qing, Huang Qi, Ding Yi.”

Yan Sanhe suddenly called their names one by one.

The six people’s hearts jumped as she called them, and they all looked toward her in unison.

“If you were the real culprit, how would you arrange such a scheme? Massacre the entire Zheng clan, then frame Wu Guanyue and his son?”

Yan Sanhe: “Xie Zhifei, you speak first.”

“…”

Xie Zhifei was immediately stumped, unable to answer.

Yan Sanhe: “Pei Mingting?”

Pei Xiao looked troubled. “How would I know?”

Yan Sanhe: “Li Buyan?”

Li Buyan was too lazy to think. “How about… you just let me go kill someone instead.”

Yan Sanhe: “Zhu Qing?”

Zhu Qing lowered his head. “Miss Yan, just consider me a block of wood.” Please!

Yan Sanhe: “Huang Qi?”

Huang Qi shook his head like a rattle drum.

Ding Yi was so frightened he quickly hugged his head, crouched on the ground, and played dead.

Each and every one of them… Yan Sanhe sighed and walked to stand before Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei looked up, meeting her eyes.

“If it were me, I would first need to know that war between Hua Kingdom and Qi Kingdom inside and out. Correct?”

Xie Zhifei stared at Yan Sanhe blankly for a moment, then seemed to suddenly awaken, nodding repeatedly.

Must know it inside and out.

Otherwise, how could one turn someone’s methods against them?

“Of those who could know that war inside and out, Third Master, how many exist in this world?”

“Everyone who participated in that war back then, as well as the Ministry of War and some important court figures.”

“See, with just this one question, we’ve narrowed the scope considerably.”

Yan Sanhe’s eyes were extremely calm. “Next question: among these people, who has the capability to maintain twelve assassins?”

It was as if intense sunlight pierced through the chaos in his mind, making all the blood in Xie Zhifei’s body surge.

“Next question: who would be so clearly familiar with the underground channels buried beneath the capital?”

“Yan Sanhe!”

As he unconsciously called out her name, he grabbed Yan Sanhe’s hand, gripping it forcefully until the veins on his hand bulged.

“Let her go!”

“Let her go!”

Two voices shouted almost simultaneously from the side, both pairs of eyes practically straightening, ready to devour someone.

Pei Xiao: “…” Bastard, I’m going to chop off your hand for daring to touch my wife!

Li Buyan: “…” Should I chop it now or let it stay a few more days?

Xie Zhifei looked down and saw himself gripping Yan Sanhe’s hand. His mind went “buzz.”

How should he salvage this?

Third Master didn’t know how to salvage it, but Third Master had seen his share of situations.

Maintaining a handsome face that showed no panic, he extended his other hand, grasped hers with both hands, and said very frankly:

“Yan Sanhe, you’ve truly given me such a pleasant surprise.”

You’ve also given me quite a surprise.

Your courage has grown—daring to touch the spirit medium’s hand!

“Let’s end here for tonight. Everyone rest. We’ll discuss anything else tomorrow.”

Yan Sanhe withdrew her hand, gathered the three volumes of case files, hugged them to her chest, dropped one sentence, and walked out of the study with composure.

“Li Buyan, chop off his hand for me!”

Xie Zhifei: “…”

Everyone else: “…”

…

Yan Sanhe was composed, my foot—her face was completely flushed, wishing she could find a crack to crawl into.

No.

She should stuff that man who grabbed her hand into a crack.

Completely lacking propriety.

In the side room, Lanchuan leaned against the door dozing. Hearing footsteps, she quickly opened her eyelids.

“Miss, you’re back?”

Yan Sanhe looked at the sleep marks on half her face. “Don’t worry about me in the future. If you’re tired, go sleep.”

“But…”

“Be good.”

“Then Miss should also sleep early.”

Lanchuan was about to turn when her gaze suddenly swept across Yan Sanhe’s face. “Miss, are you ill? Why is your face so red?”

“Little Lanchuan, if you want Miss to care for you in the future, don’t ask so many questions. Go to sleep!”

Li Buyan grabbed Lanchuan by the back of her neck and lifted her out the door, then closed it and leaned against the door, looking at Yan Sanhe with a half-smile.

“What are you smiling at?”

Yan Sanhe pointed to the box of mooncakes on the small table. “Fifteenth day mooncakes are round on the sixteenth. You’d better hurry and eat them.”

Bringing up sore subjects!

Li Buyan snorted through her nose, charged forward, and flopped onto the bed.

…

In another courtyard.

Young Master Pei threw a quilt onto the chaise lounge and let out a strange snort through his nose.

“What are you snorting about?”

Xie Zhifei entered the room with a dark expression. “It wasn’t intentional. I got excited for a moment, understand?”

“I’ve never seen you get excited and grab my hand?”

“You were far away.”

Young Master Pei didn’t want to deal with this person. He lay down and pulled the quilt over his head. Heartbroken!

After being covered for a while, unable to breathe, he simply threw off the quilt.

“Xie Fifty, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself through merit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Help me draw that person away.”

“What do you want to do?”

Xie Zhifei’s expression instantly changed, and he said angrily, “If you dare act recklessly, watch me beat you.”

“You Xie.”

Young Master Pei pointed at him, completely serious. “Don’t use your filthy brain to speculate about this young master’s pure heart.”

“You’re still pure? Still have a heart?”

“I’m going to sound out Li Buyan.”

Young Master Pei grabbed the square pillow beside him and threw it directly. “You bastard, hurry up and go!”

“Fine, I’ll go.”

Xie Zhifei reached out and caught the pillow.

Perfect—he had some things he needed to say to Yan Sanhe anyway.

…

“Yan Sanhe.”

The man’s voice pressed low in his throat, as deep as the night outside. “Come out for a moment.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“I thought of some things related to the Zheng family.”

Yan Sanhe sprang up and quickly dressed. “Let’s talk in the study. Go first, I’ll be right there.”

“Don’t rush. I’ll wait for you.”

Yan Sanhe’s movements suddenly slowed until the sound of footsteps departed from outside the window. Only then did she grope in the dark to get out of bed. After putting on her shoes, she patted Li Buyan’s leg.

“You sleep. Don’t follow.”

“Mm!”

Li Buyan was so sleepy both eyes wouldn’t open.

Opening the door.

Closing the door.

Moments later, the room fell silent again.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the courtyard.

Li Buyan’s eyes shot open. Moving nimbly, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the soft sword from the table, and looked toward the window.

On the window, a shadow slowly approached.

She sneered coldly, crouched silently, and walked to beneath the window, then suddenly flung it open.

Outside the window, Pei Xiao wore a sneaky expression, his hands just about to push the window. Before he could react to what happened, he heard a “crack.”

A soft sword was already at his neck.

Li Buyan’s gaze was cold. “Young Master Pei, looking for death?”