TGCFNM -Chapter 498 At Least Nine-Tenths Can Be Trusted

While Wan Sanjin went back to find someone, Chu Ling opened the letter. Its contents were simple—just one line:

“The former Crown Prince’s death is related to Prince Qi.”

The signature at the bottom read: Chu Yue.

Chu Ling held the letter in shock and instinctively looked at Ghost Scholar beside her.

Ghost Scholar furrowed his brows in surprise. “What does the Crown Prince’s death have to do with Prince Qi?”

Chu Ling whispered, “Chu Yue can foresee things, so she wouldn’t speak without reason. She must know something to say this.”

Chu Yue had been reborn, lived longer than her, and knew more. Now that she had abandoned Heir Xiao to support Fu Qingyu, she would surely guide Empress Hexiao step by step in the trial and work to overturn the former Crown Prince’s case. So the information she provided could be trusted at least nine-tenths.

“Master, what should we do?” Chu Ling hesitated. “Should I go to Lord Lu or Prince Rui?”

Ghost Scholar shook his head. “You can’t involve them in this. Go to Fu Qingyu and ask him directly what it means.”

Chu Ling clenched the letter and nodded.

Just then, Wan Sanjin finished giving instructions and came out. Chu Ling handed him the letter, asking him to read it and keep it safe—they were going to the Fu residence.

Wan Sanjin looked astonished. “This… this is real?”

“At least nine-tenths can be trusted. The remaining one-tenth, I need to confirm with Fu Qingyu,” Chu Ling said, then motioned for Wan Sanjin to get on the carriage.

Wan Sanjin ordered Zhang Dong to drive to the Fu residence.

Zhang Dong guided the carriage smoothly and quickly, and soon they arrived at the gates of the Fu estate.

This time, Chu Ling strode up the stone steps in front of the gate, ignoring the two guards and directly knocking on the door.

The guards froze for a moment, but soon the steward of the Fu residence opened the door. Seeing Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin, he bowed politely. “Lord Chu, Young Master Wan.”

“I want to see Fu Qingyu,” Chu Ling said. “If he’s in the residence, inform him immediately. If not, deliver a message from me through your master.”

The steward looked at Chu Ling’s stern expression, thought for a moment, and respectfully replied, “My lord, Master Fu is indeed in the residence and was about to go to the Wan estate to visit you.”

“No need. I’ve come myself. Just give him the message,” Chu Ling said, frowning. “It’s urgent.”

The steward quickly nodded and hurried off to deliver the message.

Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin stayed at the gate. Wan Sanjin looked at Chu Ling and whispered, “What exactly does Chu Yue mean by this? Is it that we must investigate?”

Chu Ling nodded. “Now that we’ve been pulled into this vortex, we have no choice but to investigate.”

Wan Sanjin frowned, clearly displeased. “That Chu Yue… she’s like she’s sick.”

Chu Ling couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not wrong. She’s like she’s sick—always thinking about how to use us. But she never stops to think, are we even easy to manipulate? And isn’t she afraid we’ll take revenge?”

“Revenge?” Fu Qingyu said with a smile as he came out to meet them. “What are you talking about?”

Wan Sanjin glanced at Chu Ling, then handed over the letter, “Revenge for your love affairs.”

Fu Qingyu hadn’t reacted at first, but as he opened the letter, he immediately understood everything. “She told me the same thing,” he said, then crumpled the letter into a ball.

Chu Ling looked at Fu Qingyu. “Fu Qingyu, how much of this do you think can be trusted?”

Fu Qingyu, however, countered Chu Ling, “Sir, you ask this as if you’re preparing to investigate this case. Are you aware that looking into it will be extremely dangerous?”

Chu Ling relaxed her shoulders slightly, her expression casual. “Of course I know. But now that the case has been laid right in front of me, how could I possibly refuse?”

Fu Qingyu let out a soft laugh, though his gaze remained cold. “I don’t know how much of what Chu Yue said can be trusted, but everything she’s told me has come true in the end—including the matter concerning Empress Hexiao.”

Chu Ling’s footsteps paused.

Fu Qingyu stopped as well. “We’ve arrived at the location. I’ll have someone prepare tea.”

Chu Ling lifted her outer robe, seated herself on a stone bench, and casually glanced in the direction of Ghost Scholar.

Ghost Scholar spoke up: “We were always going to investigate this case. Now that someone has provided evidence, all the better. Sir, just remember one thing: investigating the case is investigating the case—it does not mean supporting Fu Qingyu.”

Chu Ling blinked. She understood.

At that moment, a servant brought over tea and snacks. Wan Sanjin poked Chu Ling. “Sir, there’s something tasty.”

Chu Ling said, “…Master Wan, aren’t you nervous? The case we’re investigating is that of the late Crown Prince.”

Wan Sanjin looked at her earnestly. “If the sky falls, Sir, you hold it up.”

Chu Ling: “…”

Fu Qingyu couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry. The sky isn’t falling.”

Chu Ling shot Wan Sanjin a look, then picked up a cup of tea and a piece of snack. “Where should I start? I can’t even get into the Prince Qi’s mansion…”

Seeing her deep in thought, Fu Qingyu didn’t interrupt. Instead, he looked at Wan Sanjin: “You said you were sick and wouldn’t leave the house. I knew you wanted some rest, so I didn’t disturb you. But I’ve seen many people send you gifts?”

This excited Wan Sanjin. “I don’t even remember who sent them. Anyway, when they arrived we opened them. There was a ginseng root, much bigger than what the palace gave last time… and lingzhi mushrooms, deer’s blood wine, all expensive stuff! Except for Lord Lu!”

Fu Qingyu was taken aback. “Except for Lord Lu?”

Wan Sanjin explained, “Lord Lu thought we were really frightened, so he had Lady Lu bring food. When he saw us lively and well, he scolded us a bit and then took the food away.” Wan Sanjin looked aggrieved—after all, it was Lady Lu who had made the food, yet Lord Lu simply took it away.

At this, Chu Ling seemed to snap back and added, “Lady Lu’s cooking is really good. We even thought of bringing her back to Sishui County with us.”

Fu Qingyu was stunned. “You want to take Lord Lu’s wife? Bring her to Sishui County?”

“We thought about it, but feared Lord Lu would scold us,” Wan Sanjin replied, looking regretful.

Fu Qingyu couldn’t help but smile. “No wonder Lord Lu got angry. But wouldn’t it be better to stay in the capital? Why go back to Sishui County? The capital is bustling and lively. Young Master Wan is here, I am here—wouldn’t this be better than Sishui County?”

“I repaired the waterways there… I don’t know how things are now, so I wanted to go back and take a look,” Chu Ling said, gazing at the distant sky, seemingly genuinely nostalgic for Sishui County.

Wan Sanjin followed her gaze, immersed in the memory as well.

Fu Qingyu watched them quietly, his smile faint.

“I know what to do!” Chu Ling suddenly exclaimed, slamming her hand on the stone table and standing up. “We start with the Crown Prince’s rebellion. Take each piece one by one, overturn them, and we’ll surely follow the trail to uncover the mastermind!”

Wan Sanjin stood up immediately. “Does that mean we need to trouble Lord Lu?”

Chu Ling thought it necessary. “Might as well get a free meal while we’re at it.”

With that, she took Wan Sanjin and went to bid farewell to Fu Qingyu, quickly grabbing a servant to escort them out.

After they left, Fu Qingyu quietly stared at the three teacups on the table, his gaze slightly dimmed.