TGCFNM -Chapter 444 The Chang Family Won’t Pursue It

After Chu Rou left, only three people remained in the front hall.

Wan Xing looked at Wan Sanjin’s expression. Though he felt some pity, he shook his head and said, “Not necessarily.”

Wan Sanjin sighed. “Even after all this, Chu Yue still won’t be in trouble?”

Wan Xing replied, “Of course not. First, she knows Chu Rou’s identity. Second, she may also know the Lord’s identity. Given that she knows both, and she continues to act step by step—perhaps even taking bold actions—it shows that she is fearless, or that everything is part of her plan.”

Chu Ling let out a soft hiss. “So, Chu Yue must have anticipated this day long ago… that Chu Rou would discover her secret.”

“Definitely,” Wan Xing said. “She would have to face people eventually.”

Chu Ling lowered her voice slightly. “So the moment she chooses to step into the open… that’s when she is certain of victory… right?”

Has Chu Yue already reached a point of absolute confidence?

Wan Xing shook his head slightly. “Not certain, but she surely has a reason for doing so.”

Wan Sanjin let out a lament. “I still don’t understand. Then why did she approach Qingyu?”

“Why don’t you just ask Fu Qingyu directly?” Chu Ling suggested.

Wan Sanjin suddenly remembered something. “In three days… it will be my elder brother’s and Qingyu’s birthdays. Maybe I can find an opportunity to ask then?”

“Huh?” Chu Ling was dumbfounded. “Do smart people always share the same birthday?”

Wan Sanjin nodded. “I guess so.”

Wan Xing, seeing their expressions, chuckled and interrupted. “Alright, enough lingering here. Go back to the courtyard and rest. Whether it’s Chu Yue or Chu Rou, everyone in Tianxia Zhi will be keeping watch.”

Chu Ling nodded and got up, bidding farewell before leaving the front hall.

Wan Sanjin lingered a moment, looking at Wan Xing. “Big Brother, are you holding a birthday celebration this year?”

Wan Xing shook his head, smiling faintly. “Still not. Alright, go back and rest.”

Wan Sanjin acknowledged with an “Oh,” rubbed his sore neck, and left.

After everyone had left, Wan Xing pondered for a moment and decided to send someone to arrange a carriage. He wanted to personally go to Tianxia Zhi and take a thorough look—to really investigate what Chu Yue was planning.

By the time Chu Ling, Wan Sanjin, and the others were fully rested and emerged from the courtyard, it was nearly dark.

Steward Liu immediately ordered dinner to be prepared for the two who had just risen.

When Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin arrived at the front hall almost simultaneously, Wan Xing and Su He were already seated, seemingly discussing something.

Chu Ling hurried over. “What were the results of Miss Chang’s autopsy?”

Su He pulled out a chair for Chu Ling to sit. “Miss Chang suffered severe injuries to her abdomen, but the fatal wound was to the head—a single blow. So the attacker was either a woman with extraordinary strength like Xiao Hua, or a tall, strong man.”

Wan Xing added from the side, “Tianxia Zhi responded quickly and started investigating. However, the people who attacked the scholars and Miss Chang that night were all on the slimmer side.”

Chu Ling looked at Su He. “Could they have been martial artists?”

Su He recalled the wound carefully and nodded. “It’s possible.”

“If they are trained in combat, the suspects become too numerous… But if we follow the Lord’s previous suspicion about beggars, it could fit.” Wan Xing’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “After all, if someone is capable of ambushing the Wu family, then taking care of Miss Chang would naturally be simple.”

Chu Ling asked anxiously, “Any leads yet?”

Wan Xing shook his head. “Not for now. They’ve hidden too well… Even the few troupe members Han Jin and the others had been following that night when the Si family incident happened—they escaped to the neighboring estate and then vanished.”

Wan Sanjin was stunned. “Vanished? People can’t just disappear into thin air, can they?”

Chu Ling shook her head. “People obviously can’t vanish into thin air, but the ones Tianxia Zhi tracked are indeed lost—that’s the strange part… Everyone knows Tianxia Zhi’s abilities, so is it possible they didn’t disappear but are hiding somewhere?”

Wan Xing frowned slightly. “But the entire estate has been searched.”

“Then… underground?” Chu Ling asked.

Wan Xing froze; he hadn’t thought of that.

“I’ll have Tianxia Zhi keep an eye out,” Wan Xing said.

Chu Ling nodded slightly. The sooner these people were found, the better—otherwise, who knows what Chu Yue would make them do.

After standing for a while, Wan Sanjin dragged over a chair and looked at Su He. “So… the culprit wasn’t caught?”

Su He shook his head. “No, and it seems the Chang family doesn’t intend to pursue it. They’re preparing to bury Miss Chang directly.”

“Why?” Wan Sanjin didn’t understand. “People died here, and they’re just letting it go?”

Chu Ling also found it odd. Sure, as Chu Rou said, maybe nothing could be uncovered—but the decision not to pursue it was particularly unusual.

“Was the Chang family threatened?” Chu Ling’s expression darkened. “Someone holding leverage over them?”

“That’s possible, too, sir!” Wan Sanjin’s eyes widened. “Chu Yue can foresee the future. If she’s obtained people’s secrets, she could use those to threaten them!”

Chu Ling’s eyes grew wider and wider. That meant Chu Yue in her previous life must have lived a long time—hence she knew so much.

Wan Xing stood up and went outside the front hall, calling someone over. After whispering a few instructions, he let the person leave.

“If there’s leverage, we’ll know the moment we check,” Wan Xing said, looking at the three of them. “You should eat now.”

With that, he left.

Chu Ling and the others nodded and gathered around the table to eat.

After finishing dinner, Su He looked at Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin. “Perfect Feng seemed a bit strange today.”

Chu Ling was startled. “Has Perfect Feng finally realized and wants revenge on us?”

Su He shook his head. “No. He barely mentioned the Xuanyuan family today. After I finished the autopsy and was about to leave, he said he envied you, sir.”

Chu Ling pointed at herself. “Envied me? Why?”

“Perfect Feng said you act according to your heart, freely and unrestrained, without fearing death,” Su He explained.

Chu Ling awkwardly replied, “I’m still afraid.”

Su He nodded. “I said the same, but Perfect Feng shook his head, then suddenly laughed, so hard that tears came out. Then he told me that Zhou Yunzhuo has a set of new tools that he could give me—Zhou Yunzhuo won’t be working as a coroner anymore.”

Chu Ling was surprised. “Aren’t your tools already new?”

Su He nodded. “They are new, and he’s seen them too, which makes it strange… Also, Perfect Feng said I have to go collect them in three days—he insists it must be three days later.”

Wan Sanjin leaned closer. “Maybe he wants Zhou Yunzhuo to give you something, but if you go too early, Zhou Yunzhuo would be in danger. So he made you wait three days.”

Su He frowned slightly. “I just have a feeling Perfect Feng’s behavior is off.”

Chu Ling bit her lip and nodded: It’s extremely off.