After leaving the Fu Residence, Chu Ling gave an order: “Go to the money house.”
Wan Sanjin hadn’t even processed it before Chu Ling pulled him into the carriage. Once seated, Zhang Dong urged the horses to a trot.
“Aren’t we supposed to go see Lord Lu?” Wan Sanjin asked.
Chu Ling waved a hand, her expression slightly cold. “The Emperor hasn’t given permission to investigate the former Crown Prince’s case. So as far as the world knows, the former Crown Prince is still a traitor. Who would dare investigate?”
Wan Sanjin drew a sharp breath. “So Chu Yue did it on purpose… And Fu Qingyu, he also implicitly allowed you to investigate, right?”
Chu Ling nodded.
“Then, will you investigate or not?” Wan Sanjin asked.
“I will definitely investigate, but I won’t do it the way they want,” Chu Ling said, lifting the curtain to glance outside. “I’ve been tasked with investigating the case of the cursed insects. I wonder if anyone will be watching me…”
“There will be,” Wan Sanjin said, spreading his hands. “After all, haven’t we already figured it out? Bai Zhuoxing works for the Empress Dowager, so the cursed insects must be related to her.”
Chu Ling nodded slightly, his gaze calmly resting on the view outside. “Exactly. That’s why we have to go fishing.”
“Fishing?” Wan Sanjin lifted the curtain and looked out. “How do you plan to fish? Throw hooks in the middle of everyone?”
“Step one,” Chu Ling said, turning to Wan Sanjin. “Have someone raid the Wan Residence at night.”
Wan Sanjin froze. “…Lord, what exactly are you planning?”
“Tonight, let Tianxia Zhi arrange for a black-clad agent to raid the Wan Residence. Then leave a secret letter explaining the cursed insect matter. We’ll directly expose Bai Zhuoxing and Gui Wushuang’s deeds,” Chu Ling explained.
Originally, few knew about Bai Zhuoxing and Gui Wushuang. If they revealed it themselves, it would arouse suspicion—especially since Gui Wushuang is a martial world figure. It’s better to have a mysterious black-clad person reveal it, and post wanted portraits of Bai Zhuoxing and Gui Wushuang widely.
Wan Sanjin gave a thumbs-up. “Lord, brilliant.”
“Step two: through investigating this, reveal how the cursed insects have harmed many people. Make others wary and fearful of them. Also mention that the cursed insects can backfire,” Chu Ling continued.
Wan Sanjin couldn’t help but shiver. “Backfire?”
Chu Ling shook his head. “I don’t know. But Gui Wushuang, as a vessel raised by Bai Zhuoxing, isn’t normal. Just say it affects lifespan or something similar.”
Wan Sanjin nodded—this was feasible.
At that moment, the carriage stopped.
After getting down, Chu Ling let Zhang Dong rest for a while, then went with Wan Sanjin into the money house to find Uncle Hong.
Upon hearing their plan, Uncle Hong agreed without hesitation and even planned to personally take action.
Seeing the delighted expression on Uncle Hong’s face, Wan Sanjin felt something was off. “Uncle Hong, are you planning to take this chance to hit us?”
Uncle Hong snorted coldly. “How could that be? It’s just that a performance needs to be done properly, and I’m more suited to it.”
Chu Ling clearly didn’t believe him, but Uncle Hong had already made up his mind, so they “happily” accepted.
“Lord, what’s your plan after this?” Uncle Hong asked.
“After this… I plan to bring in the Huafang case, then mention the Beauty Curse incident, and drag in the Xuanyuan family,” Chu Ling said, looking at Uncle Hong. “Last time, the Empress Dowager intervened to protect the Xuanyuan family. This time… this time it involves the case of the late Empress. I don’t know if the Empress Dowager will avoid the conflict.”
Uncle Hong suddenly laughed. “Lord, you’re really something. You haven’t forgotten this case even now?”
Chu Ling spoke seriously: “I haven’t forgotten. And I haven’t forgotten the girls who died. The death of Xuanyuan Hong should be a beginning, not an end.”
Uncle Hong exhaled lightly and patted Chu Ling on the shoulder. “If anything comes up, just come find me. Tianxia Zhi will help.”
“There is indeed one more thing,” Chu Ling said. “I want to ask you, Uncle Hong, to help me find out where my parents went. If I need to deal with Chu Yue later, I want to ensure their safety.”
Uncle Hong nodded in agreement. “Alright.”
Once that matter was settled, Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin left.
After their visit to the money house, news of it quickly spread to many people’s ears, including Fu Qingyu.
Fu Qingyu rubbed the cup in his hands and murmured softly, “They don’t intend to drag Lord Lu into this, so how do they plan to investigate?”
“No matter how they investigate, it will eventually point to the Prince Qi.”
Fu Qingyu let out a soft chuckle, his eyes calm as they gazed into the distance. “Indeed.”
That night.
A shadow silently slipped into the Wan residence. Within just a quarter of an hour, the house was brightly lit, pots and pans clattered everywhere, and shouts for help rang out.
When the night watchman passed by, wondering whether to report it, the Wan household suddenly fell silent.
The watchman gave a curious glance, shook his head, and walked on, looking at the gongs as he went.
Inside the Wan residence, Wan Sanjin looked at Uncle Hong with indignation. “Uncle Hong, you only focused on hitting me!”
Uncle Hong pulled down his mask and glanced at Su He. “He had the poison. The lord was hiding behind him, and you were simply the easiest target.”
Wan Sanjin felt wronged. “And yet, Uncle Hong, you hit him and still didn’t leave!”
“Why should I leave? If I left immediately, someone would be watching me.” Uncle Hong sat down and asked Zhang Dong to pour him a cup of tea. The young master had been running around, and hitting him had been exhausting.
Chu Ling poked her head out from behind Su He. “Anyway, all we need to do is say that the black-clad men came, dropped the letter, and left.”
Uncle Hong nodded with a smile. “Exactly.”
Wan Sanjin suddenly looked at Chu Ling. “Then actually, we could just fake the appearance of the black-clad men coming and leaving. There’s no need to actually invite the ‘black-clad men.’”
Chu Ling’s eyes widened. “Oh, that’s true.”
Su He held the poison and looked at Wan Sanjin with relief. “Sanjin, you’ve been smart this time.”
Wan Sanjin: “……”
Steward Liu surveyed the mess and glanced at Xiao Hua, who was hiding behind a pillar. “Xiao Hua, take these iron pots back to the kitchen.”
Xiao Hua chuckled and pulled Zhang Dong along to tidy up all the pots.
Steward Liu sighed as he looked at the few people in the main hall. He gestured to them: “Set the tables and chairs upright, then go rest.” With that, he shook his head and left.
Chu Ling looked awkward. “I just thought, the noise should be a bit bigger…”
Uncle Hong raised a hand and pointed. “You three, quickly tidy up. As you do, tell me what we’ll need to do tomorrow.”
The three of them had no choice but to obediently lift the tables and chairs. Chu Ling worked while speaking: “Tomorrow, we’ll just say that someone broke in, beat Master Wan, threatened me to properly investigate the insect curse case, and even told me about the Bai Zhuoxing and Gui Wushuang keeping the cursed insects…”
At that moment, Yuan Luo walked in. “I can testify for the lord, to make the rumor more credible.”
Chu Ling thought for a moment and nodded. “Good, this way we can also try to draw Gui Wushuang out.”
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