Chang Ming opened her eyes and stretched.
Last night, searching for the Yun family’s second uncle had exhausted much of her spiritual power.
She would definitely make the Yun family pay her back later.
“Miss Chang Ming, are you up so early?”
Chun Lu stood in the courtyard, gazing at Chang Ming.
“I think I just heard Lai Fu’s voice.”
“Did something happen in the manor?”
Chun Lu responded with a smile, “I heard it too.”
“I heard the authorities found second brother.”
“They say he should be back at the manor by now.”
Chang Ming nodded as if she understood, yet a flicker of curiosity shone in her eyes.
“Miss Chang Ming, would you like to go take a look?”
Chang Ming feigned bashfulness, yet cast a curious gaze.
In the end, she was led by Chun Lu to the front hall.
On the way, Chun Lu said, “Second brother hasn’t returned for many days; he might carry a hint of spring energy.”
“You should keep your distance, miss, so as not to catch any of it.”
Chang Ming said nothing and silently followed behind her.
In the front hall.
Yun Yichu was entertaining a man with the appearance of a bailiff.
Sword-like brows and starry eyes, his posture tall and straight. Yet as his gaze shifted, there was a trace of hesitation and melancholy.
It drew the attention of the manor’s servant girls.
Chang Ming was among them.
But her thoughts differed from everyone else’s.
This person didn’t seem to have any vitality.
To be precise, he wasn’t human at all.
Then what was his purpose in coming here?
Could it be the same as hers?
“Thank you for making the trip, Officer. Might I ask your esteemed surname?”
The man accepted the tea from Yun Yichu’s hand and set it on the table.
“My name is Feng Xing.”
“Last night, my brothers found a corpse in the wilderness behind the mountain.”
“Judging by the build, it seems to be the Yun family’s second young master.”
“So we brought him here for you to identify.”
In an instant, joy turned to mourning.
The color drained from Yun Yichu’s face.
Chun Lu’s expression also darkened.
The servant girls who had been watching the commotion quickly dispersed.
Chang Ming hid in a corner, pricking up her ears to listen quietly.
After the corpse was carried in, Yun Yichu wanted to lift the white cloth.
But in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Chun Lu stood at the side, also not daring to move.
At this moment, a young woman dressed in fine brocade and silk threw herself forward.
She ripped away the white cloth in one go.
She grabbed the bamboo stretcher with one hand and touched the bloody, mangled face with the other.
She let out a loud cry, “Hualang!”
“Hualang, how could you leave me behind and just go like this?”
Feng Xing asked Yun Yichu, “This is?”
Yun Yichu paused, then hastily explained to Feng Xing, “This is my second aunt. Her name is Lan Fang.”
“Yun Hua is my second uncle’s name.”
“Women mostly haven’t seen such scenes; I hope the officer doesn’t mind.”
Chun Lu stepped forward to help Lan Fang up. “Get up quickly. You’re still carrying a child.”
“If anything happens to the baby, none of us can bear the responsibility.”
Lan Fang wept, clutching the corpse’s hand, unwilling to rise.
“My Hualang has finally returned.”
“I want to stay with Hualang.”
She pushed Chun Lu away and wailed, “My Hualang has returned, but my child will never see its father again.”
Feng Xing asked, “Are you certain this is the Yun family’s second young master?”
Lan Fang wept like pear blossoms in rain, choking back sobs as she nodded.
“Yes, he is my husband, the Yun family’s second young master.”
Feng Xing seemed to confirm something, cupped his hands toward Yun Yichu, “Since it is the second young master, the person has now been returned. Farewell.”
Just as his voice fell, a call rang out, “Officer, wait.”
The newcomer was a portly, overweight man.
Dark circles around his eyes, loose flesh, looking exactly like a deflated leather drum.
Yun Yichu called out, “Eldest Uncle.”
He then said to Feng Xing, “This is my eldest uncle, Yun Rong.”
Before Yun Yichu could finish, Yun Rong had squeezed himself in front of Feng Xing.
“I’m the one managing the Yun household.”
“Some days ago, my father just passed away. I was overcome with grief.”
“So I let my nephew manage the manor’s affairs all this time.”
“Today, the officer’s visit—is there some important matter?”
Feng Xing recounted what had happened.
Yun Rong nodded with a smile, then leaned over to take a look at the corpse.
“This isn’t my second brother.”
“Sorry to trouble the officer for this trip.”
Saying this, he had the bailiffs carry Yun Hua away, but Lan Fang blocked them stubbornly.
“Stop! This is clearly my Hualang!”
“Whoever dares take Hualang away, I’ll die right here.”
As she spoke, she pulled the hairpin from her head and pressed it to her throat.
Yun Rong’s expression turned fierce. “You crazy woman, what nonsense!”
“That isn’t my second brother at all!”
“You adulteress! You throw yourself at any man you see.”
Saying this, he swept Lan Fang aside with one hand.
As Lan Fang was about to fall to the ground, Chun Lu caught her.
“Yun Rong, Lan Fang is still pregnant. Don’t be so reckless.”
“Father is watching from above.”
Yun Rong strode up and slapped Chun Lu. “You’re the one with too much to say!”
Blood trickled from the corner of Chun Lu’s mouth, but she clutched Lan Fang tightly, kept her head down, and didn’t dare say another word.
At this point in the situation, Chang Ming stepped forward.
She glanced at the corpse and asked Yun Ruosheng, “Is this your second son?”
Yun Ruosheng looked at his son lying on the ground, his heart twisting like a knife. “Yes.”
“I know he killed his own younger brother, but I didn’t expect…”
Chang Ming picked up where he left off, “Beheaded and face ruined—it really isn’t a very pretty way to die.”
“Do you want your second son to be returned to the ancestral fold?”
Yun Ruosheng nodded.
Chang Ming rapped his head. “I don’t do losing trades. Remember to prepare a generous gift to thank me later.”
Having said this, she stood in the main hall and looked at everyone.
“I have a way to prove this is Yun Hua!”
These words immediately drew everyone’s attention.
Chang Ming crushed a Rejuvenation Pill and sprinkled it over the corpse.
In an instant, all the wounds on the corpse healed completely, as if alive.
Yun Yichu was dumbstruck. “Second… Second Uncle!”
Lan Fang also froze for a moment, but soon she threw herself to the ground again, clutching Yun Hua’s hand with heartbroken tenderness.
Yun Rong’s face turned ashen, his tone fierce. “What kind of demoness are you!”
Saying this, he was about to attack Chang Ming.
Yun Yichu threw himself onto Yun Rong, hugging him tightly. “Eldest Uncle, this is a distinguished guest I went to great lengths to invite.”
“She’s here specifically to drive away evil and avert disaster for the Yun manor.”
Yun Rong turned around, grabbed Yun Yichu by the collar, and threw him onto Yun Ruosheng’s coffin.
His head struck the edge of the coffin lid, and blood flowed down.
A breeze drifted through the hall. Everything went still.
Chang Ming’s gaze was ruthless. She reached out and pressed a finger to the space between Yun Rong’s eyebrows.
She presented the full vista of Feng Lan Mountain before his eyes.
Her voice betrayed neither joy nor anger. “Have you seen clearly where I come from?”
Yun Rong’s body was immobilized by Chang Ming; he couldn’t move an inch.
A sliver of fear gradually welled up.
His voice trembled. “An immortal mountain.”
Seeing Chang Ming didn’t speak, he hurriedly added.
“You come from an immortal mountain; you must be an immortal maiden.”
“This lowly one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Please spare me.”
Chang Ming smiled bewitchingly. “Of course I can spare you.”
“But have you thought about what price you’ll pay?”
These words made Yun Rong shudder.
The immobilization was released, and Yun Rong collapsed directly onto the floor.
He glanced at Chang Ming and immediately ran back to his room.
Chang Ming stared straight ahead, her voice cold. “Officer, have you enjoyed the show?”
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