Chapter 596 - Brute/Broad
Bone Painting Coroner
Wen Xian heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Xie Qin was unharmed. But he soon started worrying again. âWe seem to have underestimated the prince. After everything that had happened, he actually managed to launch a counterattack.â
Uncle Wang agreed, âWe were so close to getting caught just now. If Young Master had not arrived just on time, I wouldnât have been able to hide the entrance of the secret tunnel, pretended to fall down, and fooled that guard.â Recalling the incident made him break out in a cold sweat.
Eyes narrowed, Wen Xian stared at the dark sky. âNow that we have aroused their suspicions, we need to be more cautious and not let any mishap ruin our masterplan.â
However, Uncle Wang warned, âYoung master, actually, I think that... someone has been watching us the past few days.â
âSomeoneâs watching us?â
âItâs just a hunch. I am not certain about it. I tried paying extra attention to my surroundings but I havenât found anything at all. I may just be paranoid, but the person whoâs watching us may also be an expert at camouflage. Thatâs why I havenât found any trace of them yet.â
Hmm! âAn expert?â Wen Xian thought to himself. âDo you think they have already had their eyes on us even before the assassination?â
Uncle Wang was aghast. âYoung master, did this happen because of...â
However, before Uncle Wang could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wen Xian. âLetâs not get distracted and wreck our own plan. If they had sufficient evidence, they wouldâve already arrested all of us. Thereâs no need for him to keep watching us in secret. All in all, remember that we run a silk shop, and this is a place where we carry out legal trade. Our front door is always open and we only run honest businesses. Last but not least, we are also nothing more than licensed merchants.â Although Wen Xian was equally perturbed, his tone remained calm.
Uncle Wang mumbled, âYes, sir.â
âAlso, you will have to take good care of Xie Qin. You need to keep him safe and hidden away for the time being.â
âWhat if...â
âThere are no ifs or buts. They want evidence, right? Letâs see how they can get any evidence.â
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At the Anchang Courtyard, the guard had returned and was reporting everything he saw. He talked in detail about how Xie Qin woke up in the mass grave and what happened at the Si Residence. Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu, Mo Ruo and Tang Si were all in the hall, listening to him speak.
âThis humble one saw him whispering a secret code before he entered the residence. Meanwhile, the man who received him was the old man who took charge of the Si Family Silks. That was when Guard Lang sent this humble one back to report the incident to Your Highness.â
Jing Rongâs gaze turned cold as he muttered, âSi Family Silks. Itâs the Si Family Silks again!â
He gently tapped the table with his fingers as he contemplated the situation.
Si Family Silks? Who are they? What is with Jing Rongâs expression?
Ji Yunshu exchanged looks with Mo Ruo, who was sitting right opposite to her. Both of them knew something was amiss when Jing Rong said, âItâs Si Family Silks again!â Sharing a tacit understanding, they remained silent.
However, Tang Si remained the odd one out in the group. She was itching for a fight. âIn my opinion, the Si Family must be the one who sent the assassin to you. Youâre all such cowards. If I were you, I wouldâve already brought my men to blitz their place and find the man who was thrown into the mass grave. They will not be able to deny their crimes when we have all the evidence.â As someone who did not know the importance of the case, she naturally took a rather casual view of the situation.
Mo Ruo threw her a glare as he chided, âYou either sit here with your mouth shut, or get out of this place.â
âIâm only giving a suggestion.â
âWe donât need your suggestions!â
âYou...â Disgruntled, she took a seat at the side quietly.
In the meantime, Ji Yunshu asked, âSi Family Silks? What place is that? Why are you reacting like that?â
Jing Rong answered, âI learned about Si Family Silks when I was investigating the missing relief funds.â
âSo, the Si Family has something to do with the relief funds?â Ji Yunshu was appalled.
Jing Rong nodded before he added, âItâs too much of a coincidence that the Si Family is linked to the assassination too.â
Isnât that strange? Mo Ruo could not puzzle it out. âIs this a trap?â This family was becoming increasingly suspicious.
Tang Si was completely lost and was getting impatient as she listened to their conversation. She put on a condescending expression as she glanced at them. You guys must be idiots.
Finally, she rose to her feet. âAre you guys stupid? Isnât this obvious? They must have stolen the relief silver. They sent the assassin to kill you because they are worried that you might discover what theyâve done. Iâm positive about this. Now is the best time to send your men to search their residence. You might not only find the relief silver, but also that man. With all the evidence, itâs enough to sentence them to death.â
âSuch a broad,â Mo Ruo commented.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm calling you a broad,â Mo Ruo made an almost emotionless remark, âA brute is male, and a female brute is a broad.â [1]
Thatâs a good word!
Tang Si glared at Mo Ruo. âIâm just giving you a suggestion. You may not appreciate it but thereâs no need to insult my kind intentions. Iâd rather be a broad than be empty-headed fools like you. You have been discussing here in vain without making any progress at all.â
When she was done, she turned and left the room. Once in the courtyard, she started violently plucking the leaves from the tree, as if she was venting her anger on the innocent tree.
If only this case were as simple as she thought!
The hall was filled with a solemn atmosphere. An unusually sober Mo Ruo looked at Jing Rong, who seemed troubled, and asked, âWhatâs your take on this?â
Jing Rong answered, âIf the Si Family is really related to these two cases, they must have involved many other parties too. After they stole the relief funds, they were able to openly run their silk shop in Yufu for so many years without running into any trouble at all. Moreover, thereâs nothing simple about a mere merchant that can mobilize so many dedicated expert fighters.â There were a lot of questions yet to be answered.
Before long, Lang Po arrived and reported everything happened at the silk shop to them.
âWen Xian?â
âYes!â
Upon learning that Wen Xian was the owner of the silk shop, everyone was astounded.
Jing Rong continued, âIn fact, we learned that the fabrics are from the Wen Family when we were investigating the case of the missing relief funds. Everything makes sense now. However, I never expected the Si Family Silks to belong to Wen Xian.â
Ji Yunshu chimed in, âThis case... is possibly related to Wen Family Textiles.â
âIâm certain about that.â
âBut he saved us during the attempted assassinations.â
âBut thereâs no doubt that the man who was dumped in the mass grave had entered the Si Residence. Wen Xian then appeared at the residence in a grand coincidence that has also cut off all our leads in the investigation. Isnât it strange?â
Ji Yunshu had no answer to all these questions.
In return, Jing Rong asked Lang Po, âAre you sure that youâve searched that room thoroughly?â
âYes, but I found nothing at all. This humble one definitely saw the man entering the residence with my own eyes.â
âThere must be a secret passage in the house that you missed.â
âThen what should we do now, Your Highness?â
âIf our analysis is right, we need to obtain both the evidence and the culprit. Unfortunately, we have neither found the relief funds, nor the man behind all these. On top of that, there are still many details in this case that we havenât clarified. How did they smuggle the silver away? What motive did they have for stealing the relief funds? Why did they try to assassinate me but tried to rescue Teacher Ji instead? There are too many loose ends remaining.â Isnât that right?
[1] Thatâs not exactly the definition, but somehow there isnât an English word for a clumsy, boorish woman. Somehow all of the negative terms for women imply promiscuity *rolls eyes*. So I borrowed âbroadâ, which is now a rarely used not-so-nice term for a woman, but at least suggests wide clumsiness.