“You want to do…”
“Shh…”
Zhong Li was a little annoyed by Lu Wuxie’s actions, but before she could speak, he made a silencing gesture to her.
She instinctively looked up at the man’s face. She had to admit that Lu Wuxie’s appearance was worthy of the title of the most handsome man in Jincheng; both his features and his skin were impeccably perfect.
At this moment, he seemed unaware of her gaze. His previously unfocused eyes became sharp as he stared at the house servants who were slowly feeling their way toward them.
Just as Zhong Li thought the two house servants were about to discover them if they took another step forward, rustling sounds came from the roof of the warehouse.
The slightly older house servant reacted quickly, grabbing a broom he had picked up from somewhere and running outside. He even threw out a sentence: “I heard the Fei Yuan Sect people have been very rampant lately. Damn it, they’re actually stealing from our Jia Mansion. This is going too far.”
The other house servant, upon hearing this, also casually grabbed a stick beside him and ran out.
In an instant.
The warehouse became quiet again.
When Zhong Li felt that the two house servants had run far enough, she slowly retracted the blade of her fingertips and relaxed her entire body.
But speaking of which, why would people from the Fei Yuan Sect appear here at this crucial moment?
Although she did not concern herself with the martial world, she had heard about this sect.
The Fei Yuan Sect only appeared in the Southern Yue Kingdom a few years ago. Wherever they went, the families they targeted would inevitably lose their wealth. To put it bluntly, this sect was a den of thieves, hence the nickname “Little Thieves Sect” in the martial world.
And the most formidable among the Little Thieves Sect was their sect master. Any rare and valuable treasures in the world were all available to him.
“Stop looking, they’re gone.” Zhong Li, who was staring at the roof beams in a daze, heard a deep male voice from the opposite side.
She quickly came back to her senses, her gaze meeting Lu Wuxie’s smiling eyes. She frowned, pushed away his solid chest in front of her, and turned to walk outside.
“Li’er,” Lu Wuxie called out softly from behind her.
Zhong Li did not respond and continued to walk forward.
Lu Wuxie quickened his pace to catch up with her, glancing at her face.
“Eh, are you sick? Why is your face red?” he asked.
Zhong Li was stunned. She quickly touched her cheek. Perhaps she had accidentally brushed against it on the shelf earlier, and the veil that had been hanging on her face had fallen off without her realizing it.
She quickly took out a mask from her embrace and put it on. Coughing to calm her emotions, she walked towards the back of the Jia Mansion and said, “Your Highness, you saw this ledger just now, didn’t you?”
Lu Wuxie smiled faintly and walked beside her, nodding in response. “So, Li’er, have you come to a conclusion about this case?”
Zhong Li casually handed the ledger she had taken out to Lu Wuxie. “You could say that, but there’s still one thing that needs to be clarified before this case can be considered fully understood.”
“What is it?”
Zhong Li looked up at the plaque hanging above the back door of the Jia Mansion and said, “As the saying goes, ‘the cuckoo occupies the magpie’s nest.’ We still need to figure out what kind of devil this so-called cuckoo is.”
Having said that, she turned around and walked straight towards the south of Anding County, not caring about Lu Wuxie’s thoughtful expression as he looked at her.
“The carriage is nearby. Shall I give you a ride back?” Lu Wuxie guessed her intentions and stepped forward to ask.
“Thank you for your kind offer, Your Highness.” Zhong Li looked back at his face and then at a luxurious, pitch-black carriage parked not far away. She said, “But where I live is only a short walk away, so there’s no need for Your Highness to trouble yourself. Farewell.”
Lu Wuxie stood there, watching the silhouette of the woman gradually disappear from view. Until the entire street was empty again, a deep male voice sounded in his ear, “Master, your subordinate has already sent people to follow her.”
“En!” Lu Wuxie clasped his hands behind his back, his dark eyes narrowed as he gazed at the empty street. After a moment of thought, he beckoned to Lin Jin.
Lin Jin stepped closer.
Lu Wuxie walked towards the carriage and said, “Lin Jin, go and do something.”
“Master, please speak,” Lin Jin said respectfully, cupping his hands.
“Investigate this person named Qiao Fu as quickly as possible. Remember to investigate what the steward mentioned about Qiao Fu, and also what was mentioned in there. Do you understand?” Lu Wuxie said, then turned to glance back at the Jia Mansion.
“Understood!”