Jiang Ning asked, âDid someone from our home tell you to investigate this?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIt was the General himself who ordered for a secret investigation.â
âThen who did my father instruct for the investigation?â
âI⦠Iâm not sure.â Ruiâer shook her head, âIâve always been in touch with the General. Are there other members of the Jiang family in the Splendid Palace?â
âIâm not sure either.â
Jiang Ning realized that the matter of the Jiang family was quite complicated.
Even though she was the daughter from the second branch of the Jiang family and was pampered by her parents, Jiang Ruobai and Lin Zizi, there were still many things about the Jiang family that she did not understand.
Both Gucheng and Ruiâer, who were close to her, were in the employ of her uncle, Jiang Mubai.
There were definitely informers in the palace serving Jiang Ruobai, but she had no idea who they were.
Jiang Ruobai didnât seem to intend to reveal any of this to her either.
On second thoughts, it wouldnât be easy to attain a position like Jiang Ruobaiâs.
âRuiâer, itâs great that I bumped into you here. Iâm also interested in investigating Denghuaâs case. But itâs already late, letâs skip the place you were thinking of bringing me to. You can take me to the place where she lived before she died.â
âYes. Please follow me this way, Miss.â
Ruiâer was efficient, and immediately led Jiang Ning toward Denghuaâs dwelling.
Gucheng silently followed behind them.
After a while, Ruiâer stopped in front of a row of houses. Pointing to one of them, she said, âMiss, this is the house where Denghua lived. She was a first-class maidservant in Splendid Palace, and lived alone in this house.â
Jiang Ning nodded and pushed the door open.
The door opened lightly.
The inside of the room was pitch black, and a faint smell of musty dust could be smelled.
Ruiâer drew out a fire starter from somewhere and lit a lantern.
Jiang Ning asked, âWonât this attract attention?â
âNot at this hour,â Ruiâer explained. âActually, ever since Concubine Jin passed away, morale has been low⦠there would hardly be anyone keeping a close eye on anything⦠sigh.â
She sighed.
Although she had always considered herself part of the Jiang family, she had been living here for years. She couldnât claim she had no sentiments attached to this place.
Jiang Ning took the lantern and looked around the room.
The room was fairly spacious with exquisite furniture of high quality. It was clear that Denghua lived a comfortable life.
This also suggested that Concubine Jin treated her retinue well.
Ruiâer said, âIâve thoroughly searched the bed, chest, everything. I didnât find anything unusual.â
While examining the room, Jiang Ning asked, âDid you ever notice her getting close with anyone?â
Ruiâer shook her head: âShe was trusted by Concubine Jin and would often go out to run errands on her behalf. She didnât share her tasks with us, much less bring us along. When in the Splendid Palace, she mainly concentrated on serving Concubine Jin and never did anything inappropriate.â
Jiang Ning walked over to the table and flipped through several books on it.
They appeared to be collections of poetry and travelogues.
âIt looks like she was literate.â
âYes, she could read and write, and keep account books. Concubine Jin highly esteemed her.â Ruiâer explained.
Jiang Ning flipped through the pages casually without finding anything abnormal. She was about to set the book down and move away when she felt something was off. Consequently, she shook the book in her hand again.
âMiss, is anything the matter?â Ruiâer asked.
âThis book seems a bit heavy,â Jiang Ning weighed it in her hand.
The book she held was a poetry collection. She remembered seeing a similar one at Li Hongyuanâs study; quite thin, with just twenty to thirty pages, light as a feather.
However, the one she held now was heavy and bulky.