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It was truly ruthless; not only the servants but even his own children were killed without hesitation, all at once. He truly deserved to be called a spy who had been hiding for decades!
However, he had become too complacent. The hastily devised plan was full of flaws. If it weren't for the need to watch him put on a show, Qi Xiaomian would have had every reason to arrest him right then and there.
Qi Xiaomian instructed his subordinates to investigate thoroughly, without drawing attention. He approached and expressed concern with a few words.
When Zheng Moru saw him, he surprisingly spoke up, his voice hoarse and his expression reflecting profound sorrow. "Yongxin Marquis, could you take me into the palace to see His Majesty?"
Qi Xiaomian smiled. "Marquis, you are now the newly appointed Loyalty and Righteousness Marquis by His Majesty himself. If you wish to see him, you can just show your face outside the palace gates."
"You're joking," Yongxin Marquis replied.
"I'm not joking; it's the truth. His Majesty mentions the Loyalty and Righteousness Marquis almost daily. If your standing in His Majesty's heart surpasses mine..."
Zheng Moru revealed a strange smile. "I am a cripple and cannot move about easily. There are too many matters at home, and we lack manpower. I ask Yongxin Marquis for a bit of help—perhaps you could escort me part of the way."
"Oh, so that's what you meant! My oversight; I'll have someone prepare a carriage right away."
After giving a few instructions, Qi Xiaomian asked, "What is it that you wish to see His Majesty about?"
"It's about some strange occurrences at home that trouble His Majesty and affect the peace of the Capital; it is indeed my fault. If things continue unresolved, I thought perhaps I could discuss with His Majesty about changing residences? Maybe that would bring some peace."
"Is that all?"
Zheng Moru continued, "I have lived in seclusion for many years; I only saw His Majesty once when he first ascended the throne. If His Majesty treats me well, I would sincerely bow before him."
As Qi Xiaomian led Zheng Moru into the palace, Cai Zhuo was waiting at the palace gate. Zheng Moru did not dare to be careless or underestimate this figure and discreetly handed over the prepared gifts.
Cai Zhuo skillfully accepted them and smiled as he led them inside. As they walked, he fell back a step and used Inner Strength to communicate with Qi Xiaomian, asking if this person’s audience with His Majesty could pose a threat to his safety.
"Ordinary people cannot get close to His Majesty," Cai Zhuo remarked.
"But his wife and children are dead," Qi Xiaomian countered. "In deep sorrow, he might act unexpectedly."
"Deep sorrow? Ha! Perhaps he has gotten what he wished for; everyone close to him is gone. During our investigation, we lost our easiest witnesses."
Cai Zhuo was startled by this implication. "Are you suggesting that the Marquis is saying he killed everyone last night?"
Hearing this, Qi Xiaomian raised an eyebrow; Cai had reminded him that if Zheng Moru tried to pin all the deaths on the previous murderer, then conversely, everything done by that murderer could also be attributed back to Zheng Moru.
In this way, not only would the case be easier to investigate, but it would also avoid dragging out those arranged by Sang Qingxiao into the matter. Although Sang Qingxiao was confident that her accomplice wouldn’t betray her, human nature was inherently complex; it was safer not to make any arrests at all.
In the Small Tavern, Sang Qingxiao was also trying to persuade Lao Lu.
Having just learned about the Zheng Family's news, Lao Lu was filled with rage. What did it matter that they were dead? They hadn't died by his hand, so how could he vent his anger?
In a fit of frustration, he stormed into the Small Tavern. It was the lull between breakfast and lunch, and there were no customers inside. Misha had a half-frown on her face as she led him to the backyard.
With Sang Qingxiao's soothing words, Lao Lu's anger finally began to subside. Sang Qingxiao observed him closely and couldn't help but feel that such an impulsive and rough man was truly unworthy of the intensity in his eyes at that moment.
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