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Chapter 189: Hunting the murderer

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    In order to keep a low profile, Durian Monk Sisi did not go to Yeting. Only Qin Jiu and Yan Yu led Xiaoqi there.

    In the carriage, Yan Yu sat across from Qin Jiu with his arms folded. His handsome face was half hidden in the shadow, but his narrow eyes stared at Qin Jiu quietly, "You probably know the person who set the fire!"

    Qin Jiu nodded, "I will go to Yeting later. Please let me go in first. I will send people to arrest the person after the investigation is clear. Is that okay?"

    "Of course you can!" Yan Yu said lazily, smiling like a lotus.

    Qin Jiu hesitated for a moment and asked: "Your Majesty, I want to ask you something very important. Your fiefdom is in Linzhou. My father was sent to the northern border back then, but now, he suddenly lost it.  Can you help find out their whereabouts?"

    "Your father?" An inexplicable deep smile appeared on Yan Yu's lips, as if she didn't know who her father was.

    Qin Jiu thought to herself that he might have forgotten that she once told him that she was Bai Xiujin.  What does this expression mean now?

    "I mean my father Cui Yuhan." Qin Jiuding said.

    "Oh," Yan Yu said as if he suddenly understood, "I was shocked. I thought you were talking about the British Duke Bai Yan. I was still wondering, when was Mr. Bai sent to the northern Xinjiang?"

    Qin Jiu frowned and said, "Master Bai is my adoptive father. What I'm asking about is Cui Yuhan, my biological father."

    After saying these words, Qin Jiu suddenly felt something was wrong. She blurted out Cui Yuhan's name, and she said it twice.  As children, they cannot speak out the names of their parents and elders like this.

    Yan Yu seemed to have never noticed, and said with a lazy smile: "My foster father is also my father."

    "Do you know their whereabouts?" Qin Jiu asked.

    "They!" Yan Yu paused, glanced at her, and said with a smile, "Master Jiu, you may not know that your father is not your father at all."

    Qin Jiu was a little confused and asked, "What did you say?"

    Yan Yu glanced at her lightly and said seriously: "Your father, Cui Yuhan's family was assassinated not long after they were sent to the border. They are no longer alive. Among the dead family was Cui Yuhan's legitimate daughter Cui Mingming.  . I feel very confused. I think you are obviously Cui Yuhan's daughter Cui Mingming. You were entrusted to the Bai family and changed your name to Bai Xiujin. Why is there another Cui Mingming here? The person I sent to investigate this matter finally found Cui  A servant of the family said that Cui Mingming did follow Mr. Cui to Northern Xinjiang, so the dead Cui Mingming was real. As for Cui Mingming who was later entrusted to the Bai family, he was actually a stand-in. Therefore, Cui Yuhan is not your father.  "

    Qin Jiu looked at Yan Yu's face and knew that he was not making nonsense.  This was the first time she knew that Bai Xiujin was not the daughter of Cui Yuhan, her father's best friend during his lifetime, but was pretending to be the daughter of her father's best friend during his lifetime.  If this is true, then Bai Xiujin had a conspiracy when he came to her house.  She was still extremely shocked by this news. If Bai Xiujin was not Cui Mingming, then who was Bai Xiujin who was entrusted to the Bai family back then?  In other words, what exactly does Cui Yuhan want to do, and does his father Bai Yan know about this?

    Qin Jiu asked: "How do you know these things?"

    Yan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Qin Jiu quietly, "Because I first suspected that you were not Bai Xiujin, so I went to investigate their whereabouts. Now, I believe that you are Bai Xiujin. However, you are not Cui Mingming."  "

    It turns out that he had already investigated the matter when she said she was Bai Xiujin.  He said that he believed that he was Bai Xiujin, but to her ears, it sounded like he didn't believe it at all.

    Since he even found out such a secret thing, she can be sure that Yan Yu actually knows that she is not Bai Xiujin. As for whether he knows that she is Bai Suxuan, she is not sure, but she decided not to ask.

    Yan Yu did not intend to let her go. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Jiuye, how could you not know about this? Since you are the Bai family who went to replace the Cui family's daughter, who are you?"

    Qin Jiu frowned slightly, and chuckled for a while: "A person who should not be alive anymore."

    Although the weather is sunny, there is a cold feeling in Yeting.  The place is heavily guarded, and all the sin slaves do their work quietly, and no one dares to speak loudly.  The palace garden is deep, and although there are many people there, there is only wordless silence everywhere.  Only the sound of the hammer came, dull and monotonous.

    Qin Jiu only brought Hong Luo and Lu Ling into Ye Ting, and the eunuch Wang Gonggong and the young eunuch came out to greet them.  Qin Jiu asked Huanyi Nu's whereabouts and then followed her.The father-in-law walked towards Huanyi's yard.

    There are many bamboo poles planted in an orderly manner in the courtyard of the laundry room, on which clothes of various colors are hung to dry.  Because they were sin slaves, most of the clothes they washed were the clothes of palace guards and eunuchs, mostly cyan, without a trace of bright color.

    Groups of sin slaves gathered together and washed their clothes silently.  They work here on weekdays and rarely see people from outside coming in. Suddenly they saw Qin Jiu and Hongluo Luling walking in. They all stopped unconsciously and stared at them blankly.

    The prince scolded: "Hurry up and work."

    The sound of banging clothes could be heard again in the courtyard.

    Qin Jiu glanced at Su Wanxiang and soon saw Su Wanxiang. She was wearing a coarse cloth slave dress, which covered her slim figure. The fingers protruding from her wide sleeves had been soaked in cold water for a long time.  It looks bright red.  Su Wanxiang lowered her head, holding up the clothes hammer in her hand, and pounded the clothes placed on the bluestone vigorously.

    Qin Jiu glanced at Su Wanxiang, smiled slightly at the prince beside him, and whispered: "I have something to trouble you, prince. I came here today to investigate the case on the order of King Yan. I also ask the prince to let these criminal slaves go."  Take off your shoes and gather them together, we want to take a look."

    The prince nodded and quickly ordered the eunuchs to take action. After a while, he collected all the shoes of the sin slaves and put them in a side room for inspection.  A moment later, Hong Luo came over and said in Qin Jiu's ear: "Master Jiu, we found out. There is indeed a pair of shoes with red sand on the soles, but they are not Su Wanxiang's, but Cuilan's."

    Hearing this, Qin Jiu frowned slightly and followed Hong Luo into the house.

    There was a pair of cloth-covered embroidered shoes on the table. Hong Luo picked up the shoes, turned them over, and placed the soles against the sunlight. Sure enough, there were grains of fine sand shining red.

    Qin Jiu narrowed her eyes, "Are you sure these are Cuilan's?"

    Hong Luo nodded and said, "Cuilan's name is in these shoes."

    Qin Jiu frowned lightly. If Cuilan and Su Wanxiang had exchanged shoes just now, it would not be impossible. "Where are Su Wanxiang's shoes?"

    Hong Luo quickly found Su Wanxiang's shoes and placed them on the side of Cuilan's shoes.  Qin Jiu picked up two pairs of shoes and compared their sizes. The two pairs of shoes were actually the same size. In other words, their feet were exactly the same size.

    A cold light flashed across Qin Jiu¡¯s eyes. Was it such a coincidence?

    That day at Mingyue Villa, Qin Jiu had fought against Cuilan before, and knew that with her skills, it was almost impossible to sneak into Yun Shao Kingdom Inn at night and leave safely.  However, the only clue that could catch Su Wanxiang was broken.  If Cuilan is willing to take the blame for Su Wanxiang and insists that these shoes are hers, and their feet are exactly the same size, it may be difficult to trace Su Wanxiang to her.  Because Cuilan wanted to assassinate Shang Chuchu in the assassination at Mingyue Villa. Although Qin Jiu thought that Cuilan was already Su Wanxiang's person at that time, and her actions were also under Su Wanxiang's orders.  However, at that time, Cuilan was not Su Wanxiang's maid.  Later, Yan Sucai arranged for Cuilan to be with Su Wanxiang.

    Qin Jiu looked at the two pairs of shoes and fell into deep thought.

    She can be sure that the person who set the fire was not Cuilan!

    Qin Jiu raised his head and said to Hong Luo on the side: "Send someone to call Su Wanxiang in."

    A young eunuch went over and said something to Su Wanxiang. She raised her head and glanced at Qin Jiu, her eyes fluctuating slightly.  She put down the clothes mallet in her hand, wiped her wet fingers on the skirt of her clothes, and walked over slowly.  When she got closer, she saluted Qin Jiu respectfully and said, "It turns out that Mr. Jiu came to visit Wan Xiang. Wan Xiang is very grateful."

    Qin Jiu hugged the mink fur tightly on her body. Although the winter wind was freezing, the more chill in her heart came from the person in front of her.  She stared at Su Wanxiang's drooping thick black eyelashes, and then looked at her fingers without any trace.  The redness of the fingers is indeed caused by soaking in cold water for a long time, but there is no frostbite.  Qin Jiu's eyes glanced at the other women who were washing their clothes. Most of their fingers had frostbite.

    "Miss Su's physique is good. On such a cold day, even if she washes her clothes with cold water, her fingers will only turn red." Qin Jiu said with a smile.

    Su Wanxiang's eyelashes fluttered, but her expression remained cold and unwavering, "Jiu Ye is joking. The body, hair, and skin are all the responsibility of your parents. No matter how miserable your life is, this humble slave will not dare not to cherish your own body."

    "Really? It turns out that Miss Su also knows how to cherish her own body. However, in this world, is Miss Su the only one whose body is loved by her parents?" Qin Jiu said slowly.

    Shang Chuchu's miserable skin flashed before her eyes. Back then, when she was lying on the bed in excruciating pain, she had never really seen the burns on her body. This time, she saw it with her own eyes.

    "Did Mr. Jiu come here to laugh at Wan Xiang? If nothing happens, Wan Xiang still has to wash his clothes. Please forgive me for taking my leave first." A hint of sadness flashed across her cold face, and she spoke slowly, word by word.  .

    Qin Jiu smiled. If Su Wanxiang was allowed to sing on the stage, she would probably be a master.

    "I do have something to do!" Qin Jiu's flowery smile showed waves of coldness. She took a step closer and squinted at her, "Where was Miss Su at midnight last night?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.  com)Are you here to laugh at the incense sticks?  If there is nothing else, I have to go wash my clothes after carrying the fragrance, so please forgive me for taking my leave now.  "A hint of sadness flashed across her cold face, and she spoke slowly, word by word.

    Qin Jiu smiled. If Su Wanxiang was allowed to sing on the stage, she would probably be a master.

    "I do have something to do!" Qin Jiu's flowery smile showed waves of coldness. She took a step closer and squinted at her, "Where was Miss Su at midnight last night?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.  com
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