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Xia Qingyu quickly shook her head and replied, "Husband, please don't speak of hardships. This is simply my duty."
After that, the two shared their innermost thoughts, exchanging heartfelt words for quite some time.
Before they knew it, night had fallen. After dinner, they retired to their room together to rest.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the clouds, dispelling the remnants of the night. The ministers gathered for the morning court session, each busy with their own affairs. Lin Feng hurriedly made his way to the Ministry of Rites.
As soon as he stepped over the heavy threshold of the Ministry's hall, Lin Feng immediately sensed an unusual atmosphere.
Numerous officials from the Ministry turned their gazes toward him, their expressions tinged with an indescribable strangeness. The two Deputy Ministers were huddled together, looking quite tense; they didn’t even dare to lift their heads to glance at Lin Feng, instead constantly shifting aside to avoid his gaze.
A cloud of confusion rose in Lin Feng's heart as he struggled to understand what was happening. He furrowed his brow and asked in puzzlement, "What on earth is going on? Why does everyone look like this?"
However, in response to his inquiry, the hall fell into an eerie silence; no one dared to utter a word.
This strange silence only heightened Lin Feng's sense that something was amiss. With no other choice, he raised his voice and shouted again, "I’m asking you a question! Hurry up and explain!"
His furious roar echoed like thunder throughout the Ministry's hall. Finally, the Right Assistant Minister seemed to muster up some courage and timidly approached Lin Feng, stammering, "Sir, this... this is a case we just received yesterday."
As he spoke, he carefully handed a file over to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng reached out to take the file and gently opened its cover, beginning to read its contents closely.
As lines of text came into view, his expression gradually shifted to one of shock and disbelief. It turned out that various clues within this case pointed directly to him!
At that moment, the atmosphere in the entire Ministry hall seemed to freeze; everyone held their breath, intently watching Lin Feng's changing complexion.
Lin Feng’s face alternated between dark and pale, flickering with a hint of panic—his emotions were tumultuous and unpredictable.
When he slowly closed the file in his hands, everyone’s hearts felt as if they had risen into their throats.
At this time, the Left and Right Assistant Ministers exchanged glances before cautiously approaching Lin Feng’s side and whispering, "Sir, how do you think we should handle this matter?"
Lin Feng pondered for a moment and looked back at the file again. What exactly was going on with this case?
Not long ago, a fabric shop in the southern part of Wu City suddenly fell victim to a raging fire. The blaze was exceptionally fierce, spreading rapidly and ultimately claiming the life of the shop owner in the inferno. Fortunately, as the incident was confined to the fabric shop itself, the owner's family managed to escape unharmed.
However, according to the testimony provided by the owner's wife, things seemed far from simple. She claimed that in the days leading up to the tragedy, her husband had been restless and uneasy. Not only that, but he had even expressed thoughts of relocating the family southward. Faced with her persistent questioning, the owner finally revealed the truth: the current Emperor's Fourth Prince had opened a fabric shop nearby!
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