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The people who spread the rumor caught the attention of these servants. Normally, they loved to listen to the stories of these lonely ghosts the most. Now that they were right in front of his eyes, how could he not talk about it?

Right now, it was only the inner courtyard. The maids and wives were discussing in low voices. But after all, paper could not contain a fire, and before long, the servants and stewards that were scattered about the outer court would all begin to hear of this matter.

This was how things went in this world. Good things never went out, while bad things spread far and wide. As long as this story comes out of the mouth of those men in the outer court, no matter how strange it is, it will reveal some of the truth. As long as it comes to the mouths of those men in the outer court, no matter how strange it is, it will reveal some of the truth.

The only way to make up for it now was to reveal the truth as soon as possible.

I thought about it as I fiddled with the ornately enameled copper stove in my hand.

When I went to inspect the mourning hall this morning, I specially ordered the wives to move the coffin away. It wasn't for any other reason but to look at the meticulously embroidered scripture banner placed under the coffin.

Since my mother's funeral was handled by me, all the items should first be inspected by me before being distributed to the other stewards.

When this banner was delivered by the Pagoda Temple, I was in the west wing of the courtyard, checking the accounts of the incense and paper money with the other mothers.

Unexpectedly, that day, I was wearing a silver bracelet made of twisted silk. As I was looking at the embroidery on the banner, I accidentally hung the bracelet on it.

In the end, it was a spiritual thing to use, and it had a flaw. It was not pleasant to talk about, and people only thought that I had done it on purpose, as if I didn't want to make my mother feel safe. I didn't say anything and quietly took off my bracelet. However, all of the embroidery patterns on the banners of the Pagoda Temple were made using the colorful silk of Suhang. They were extremely delicate and soft, and after being pulled so strongly by me, the embroidery patterns on them began to twitch.

I panicked and wondered if it didn't matter if I was in a particularly important place.

However, if you looked at the full extent of the lotus, you would see that in the very middle of the lotus was the place where the Rebirth Red Lotus was blooming.

At this moment, the flower petal was embroidered in a loose manner. A large portion of the silvery-white peach red silk had been lifted. It was extremely obvious at a glance, but it was nothing special!

However, they were about to open the door the next day to receive guests and it was already dusk. It would be too late to get another painting out. Remembering that there was such a clever girl in my yard, I told Lan Chu to give him some silver taels and send him away.

In the evening, when there were only three people left in the room, I took out the scripture banner and told them about the situation during the day. The two maidservants hurriedly answered and held up the damaged scripture banner.

Lan Li caressed the petals of the red lotus, saying, "It's not that we can't connect them together, it's just that we barely managed to do it. In the end, they can't be compared to their original looks."

The green bandit took over the banner, pointed out the petals, and said smilingly: "There is no need to take them back, although the stitches are fine and fine, in the end they are only embroidered with a single layer, and the silk is also thin, so it's easy to pierce through. Why not use a layer of stitching technique to make it again, it'll definitely look bright and gorgeous?"

The green bandit had a quiet and elegant temperament. He loved to research on needlepoint female red to pass the time.

Lan Ling also clapped with a smile. "How could I have forgotten my sister's ultimate skill!"

At this moment the three of us agreed on a matching color, that night by the green cuckoo needle, the fine densely added a layer of embroidery. The silvery-white threads of silk were twined together, one at the middle of the petal, the other at the sides of the petal. The pure gold threads of silk were twisted together, one at the top and one at the bottom.

The flower petals, which were bright and glistening to the touch, seemed to have dimmed a little. Lu Ke and Lan Ya discussed and embroidered a thick layer of golden thread on the lotus stamen, lighting it up in the end.

I joked with the two maidservants, "This piece of cloth is only worth three to five taels of silver. It took a lot of effort and a lot of gold and silver to repair it. I really don't know if I earned or lost."

But when I went to the mourning hall this morning and removed the coffin, not only was the scripture flag clean, there was not the slightest trace of blood. Even the lotus flower had changed in appearance.

It was exactly the same as when the Great Sophora Tree Temple was first delivered.

Or rather, someone had changed a new scripture flag and placed it under the coffin.

The reason for doing this was obviously to conceal the secret of the blood coffin.

After all, if the blood remained on the silk, it would only become darker and darker. In the end, it would become darker and darker like a piece of rust, but when the paint fell on the silk, it would not only become bright like blood, but would also become lighter and lighter.

This key piece of evidence, not only do I want it, she wants it too.

However, what she probably did not expect was that the scripture she left behind was an object of proof. Even if it was taken away, it would still be my object of proof!

Besides, even though the whole thing is now laid out in front of me, I still have a few questions.

Firstly, according to the Green Widow, it was not difficult to create the scene of the coffin spitting blood, but it could not be painted easily. One had to mix the fruit juice with clear paint.

She was familiar with it, but she used it to dye her nails.

One or two flowers could not be considered rare in this winter. What was rare was that so much fruit juice had to be prepared. It had to be applied to the coffin evenly, even when no one was aware of it. Otherwise, if it was made roughly, it would be seen by others.

Such ingenious thoughts and rich financial resources were all for such a small matter. It was truly inconceivable!

Second, the appearance of this blood coffin also happened to be coincidental. It was when I punished my family by going to the mourning hall and kneeling down that a ruckus broke out. In order to make a ruckus in the Blood Coffin, one not only needed a special paint, but also a juice made from a plant called Bloody Stream. I sent someone to ask in detail. This juice will only take a quarter of an hour to finish. Jia Yi and the rest had been kneeling for more than two hours, so how did they manage to get the medicine in?

Or was it not a transfer? Did someone bring all these maids along with their mother to begin with?

However, this didn't make sense. Although there were many people in the mourning hall, not all of them had the chance to reach the young master's side, much less the coffin of their mother.

I thought back to what I had heard this morning.

"The flame of the candle before I saw her was very strange. I sent Wen Lian to check the candle and instructed her to change to another one and insert it back in."

Could it be Wen Lian?

As soon as this idea appeared in my mind, I immediately rejected it.

Lan Li told Wen Lian to check the candle. Although she could do some work on the candle, she would not recklessly touch the coffin.

Moreover, just before my mother died, Wen Lian's mother came to the garden to tell me that Wen Lian had grown up and wanted to ask for a marriage for me. She was referring to Wen Lian's cousin, a boy named Jin Ming. Wen Lian's father was already an old man, so he wanted to switch jobs a little more lightly. He was willing to go to the outer court to help manage the flowers and plants, giving away his position as the Third Manager of the store.

Wen Lian had followed behind her mother at that time. Although she was usually very quiet and did not dare to move even a single step, she had revealed a bashful smile at that time. Her face was filled with thoughts of her little daughter that could not be hidden, clearly showing that she was extremely willing.

In order to win the hearts of the people, they had to rely on money and power.

In terms of money, although Wen Lian didn't come from any wealthy family, she was absolutely carefree. When she was serving in my courtyard, she was already a little taller than her sisters, but she never cared about it. She often gave out her jewelry to others, and often changed her clothes with the other maidservants, showing that she was a person who didn't need to worry about other matters.

A man as wise and careful as Wenlian, and a son of her own, must have seen much of the squalor of the inner chamber, even if he had been exposed to it. There was no way he didn't know what would happen if he were to step in with such a foot, leaving behind a ready-made mischief to do this evil, which I didn't think was something Wenlian could do.

But speaking of power, this might not be so unbefitting of Wen Lian. All intelligent people, whether it be cautious, or generous and straightforward, loved to be sharp, to be strong, to take care of other people's business. It was obvious that Wen Lian, who was going to be married in a year or two, still had to fight for the position in front of her master.

But what power could Lan Xin, a guest here, give to others?

No one knew how to apply the liquid onto the coffin.

Thirdly, I had people seal the mourning hall in the morning. Mothers and maidservants would stand guard at the entrance for 24 hours without any interruptions, and I never saw anyone enter or leave. Moreover, there was a certain number of fragrances, so they had to be changed into a new set every hour. Even if he calculated correctly, wanting to erase all the marks on the blood coffin in an hour wouldn't be an easy task!

The blood had come and gone without a trace!

Fourth, I clearly instructed you to send a box of chestnut cake to that old woman Ma. Why is there a plate of cool cake out of thin air? Wen Lian, Ying'er, and Old Mrs. Ma had all been poisoned by the cold cake.

Then, did all three of them die from the same kind of pastry they consumed, or had they eaten by mistake, or had they been poisoned to death?

These four points of doubt penetrated the entire matter of the blood coffin. As long as these four questions were solved, then the entire story of the case would be easily resolved!

It was simple, but difficult to execute! Even if he wanted to solve the case, he couldn't figure out the reason behind it even if he were to block the way with all his might.

It was laughable to think that this person was actually an idiot!

He only knew how to tamper with the coffin, but he had never opened it to take a closer look. You know, I said there was absolutely nothing special about the coffin, but there was proof. If she knew the truth about the coffin, she would probably vomit blood!

It could be said that he had unintentionally set up a trap for her.

In that instant, I remembered the four problems that were laid out before me and I couldn't help but sigh. This matter seemed clear and simple in front of him, but no one was able to figure it out. It was unknown when he would become the leader …

As he thought about it, his upper and lower eyelids started to fight, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. I hastily ordered the maidservants standing by my side to prepare a cup of strong tea for me to bring in. But before the tea could be served, my head tilted and my vision went black.

He slept soundly and did not even have the chance to turn his body.

At first, he didn't feel it at all, but then his arms went numb and he opened his eyes in a daze. He saw that there was no servant girl in the room, only himself, wrapped in a thick bed, curled up on the kang, with a leather saddlebag on his feet, sleeping soundly.

After straightening up from the hot brick bed, I yawned and stretched my body. I immediately felt a lot more relaxed. After the exhaustion from before was gone, my abdominal pain had also eased up a lot.

The room was pitch black. Two lamps were lit on the long table in front of the bed and by the fire brazier under the kang and in front of the stools. It was especially warm and tranquil. At some point, the big clothes that were originally on my body had been changed and were now lying on top of the cage, warming up.

I couldn't help but laugh as I secretly shook my head. I actually slept so well!

I wonder what time it is?

He couldn't possibly have slept through the entire night until the next day, right?

Turning around, he pulled on the tent covering the window and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the sun had yet to rise!

In the northern winter, not only was it dark early, it was also bright late. Normally, when I stood up, the sky would still be dark. If I were to fall asleep now, even the usual time of greeting would go wrong. The only thing I know is that my body is not well, and the ones I don't know will probably spread out a lot of unexpected 'good news'!

He had expected that Lan Li's maid wouldn't be that confused!

Through the curtain, Ye Xiao could hear some whispering coming from the east. I simply fished out the coat that had been smeared over the fire, put it on, and put on a pair of homemade cotton shoes. I pushed open the door of the East Room, stuck out my head, and looked at the silver medallion on the table in the middle of the hall.

In the end, the hall was wide, and there weren't many braziers in it. The cold wind blew through the cracks in the curtains, spun around in front of the door to the east, and then back again.

Just by sticking out my head, I was able to freeze to the point of being clever.

His nose itched.

"Ah ~ Autumn ~ ~"

I quickly sniffled my nose due to the sneeze and withdrew my head in embarrassment.

Not bad!

I thought this sleep would take at least four or four hours, but it's only the third hour now.

It was still early anyway!

I have always had the habit of being bedridden, and now that I have such vile things in front of me, one by one, it makes me feel like a mountain was pressing down on my heart. So I let myself go more and more, took off my outer clothes and left them on the smoked cage, pulled off my shoes, and climbed back onto the kang.

Quietly thinking, I pricked up my ears and listened to the movements of the maidservants.

The people in the east weren't aware of my story, so I started to think about playing tricks on them …