The first subordinate, seeing Feng Qishi remain silent, assumed he was scared and proceeded to threaten him, "I can kill you right now."
Feng Qishi: "..." He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the dagger in the first subordinate's hand, his eyes narrowing.
The first subordinate, carefully observing Feng Qishi's expression, asked, "What do you mean by not speaking?"
"There's blood on that dagger," Feng Qishi said in a low voice.
Upon hearing the word "blood," Mu Anxiao's nerves instantly tensed. "..." She lifted her head slightly.
Sensing Mu Anxiao's movement behind him, Feng Qishi beckoned twice with the hand he had behind his back.
Mu Anxiao watched Feng Qishi's subtly moving hand, then rested her forehead against his back again.
The first subordinate's eyes flickered at Feng Qishi's words. "..." He suddenly fell silent.
Feng Qishi: "Is it blood?" His gaze was cold.
The first subordinate felt Feng Qishi was being aggressive, so he straightened his back and deliberately dangled the dagger in front of Feng Qishi's face twice, saying, "That's right, it's blood. Scared, aren't you?" xxs1
"Human blood," Feng Qishi spat out the two words coldly.
The first subordinate scoffed, "What do you think?"
"Is it?" Feng Qishi remained indifferent.
The first subordinate was not intimidated by Feng Qishi's tone. Instead, he continued arrogantly, "If you don't want your blood on it too, then... tell me your name."
"Do you really want to know my name so badly?"
"If you don't want to tell me," the first subordinate recalled Feng Qishi's earlier words and his voice lowered, "then tell me why you are here?"
"It's none of your business."
"Of course, it's my business. This is Madam's residence, and you're here in the middle of the night, you..."
"Whose blood is it?" Feng Qishi interrupted.
The first subordinate's expression stiffened. "Answer my question," he said, his voice trembling.
Feng Qishi: "Answer." His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only ruthlessness.
The first subordinate stared blankly into Feng Qishi's eyes, a tremor of fear creeping into his heart. He then lowered the dagger and said, "Never mind, you don't look like a thief. We'll be going now."
At the same time, Jia, after staring at the dagger in the first subordinate's hand for a few seconds, quickly said, "It's that woman's blood."
Hearing this, Feng Qishi's eyes widened. He glanced sideways, swiftly reached out, and grabbed the hand holding the dagger, saying, "Tell me, whose blood is it."
The first subordinate's body stiffened. He turned to look at Feng Qishi and grinned, "To be honest, it's pig's blood."
"Pig..." Feng Qishi stared intently into the first subordinate's eyes and said, "I think you're lying to me."
"I already let you go, and you..." the first subordinate's tone rose. "You're still holding onto me. It seems you want to die."
"I think," Feng Qishi glared at the first subordinate, "you want to die."
Upon hearing this, the first subordinate was truly frightened by Feng Qishi's gaze and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"Shen Moyun." Feng Qishi felt there was no need to hide anymore, as in his view, human lives were important.
"Shen..." The first subordinate didn't react immediately and froze.
Conversely, after staring at Feng Qishi's face for a few seconds, the second subordinate's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "You are General Shen!"
"You know what's good for you." Feng Qishi turned his gaze to the second subordinate's face.
When the first subordinate heard the second subordinate's address to Feng Qishi, he was completely unnerved. "You... you are Shen Moyun, General Shen?"
His body trembled as he stared at Feng Qishi's face.
Feng Qishi looked back at the first subordinate and said coldly, "Can your life be handed over to me now?"
"..." The first subordinate's eyes widened, his mouth drooping.
Feng Qishi glanced down at the first subordinate's constantly trembling legs and said coldly, "Scared." He met the first subordinate's eyes.
"General Shen, I was wrong." The first subordinate's voice trembled as he spoke.
Feng Qishi: "You were wrong, fine," he said, looking down at the dagger dangling from the first subordinate's hand, and asked, "Tell me, who did you kill."
"..." The first subordinate forced a wry smile.
The second subordinate quickly said, "This has nothing to do with me, General Shen. I have elderly parents and young children at home; it's very difficult. Please let me go."
This was a case of protesting too much.
After listening to the second subordinate's self-incriminating words, Feng Qishi let out a cold laugh. "You can confess now." He continued to look at the first subordinate, knowing that the information obtained from him would be more reliable.
The first subordinate, hearing Feng Qishi's aggressive words, did not dare to prevaricate any further and said, "I killed a maid."
"Where is the maid?"
The first subordinate: "If you let go, I'll take you there."
"..." Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi released his grip.
Knowing he could not escape, the first subordinate turned to look at the second subordinate, who was still staring at Feng Qishi, and said, "Let's go."
The second subordinate had been the first subordinate's subordinate since arriving here. He had never dared to go against the first subordinate's wishes. Seeing the first subordinate's stern expression, he resigned himself to his fate and walked ahead.
The first subordinate glanced sideways at Feng Qishi and left.
Subsequently, as the first and second subordinates walked away, Feng Qishi subtly turned his head and whispered, "Don't follow me."
"Can we just happen to meet?" Mu Anxiao looked up at the back of Feng Qishi's head and asked softly.
"Whatever, just don't follow me for now," Feng Qishi said, and walked away.
After Feng Qishi had gone far, Mu Anxiao looked down at Jia and asked, "What did you say about it being too late?" She remembered Jia saying something like that.
Jia glanced in the direction they had gone and said in a low voice, "That woman is already dead."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao froze instantly. "...."
Jia: "I felt her soul's presence, didn't you?"
"Soul's presence..." Mu Anxiao repeated, sniffing the air, and said, "It's over there."
Jia nodded.
Mu Anxiao's eyes darkened. She glanced sideways at the path leading to Madam's room and asked, "Woman... you think... did Madam do this?"
Jia followed Mu Anxiao's gaze toward that direction and said, "We don't know who did it yet. Perhaps that woman offended someone. In any case, she was a pitiable person."
"Let's go take a look," Mu Anxiao said, glancing down at Jia before walking ahead.
Jia immediately caught up with Mu Anxiao's pace and cautioned, "You can't be this anxious."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao stopped and looked down at Jia, who had run to her side. Before she could speak, Jia continued, "You have to pretend to be passing by. If you go straight there, Feng Qishi will surely have a relapse, because he specifically told you not to."
"I understand." Mu Anxiao adjusted her breathing, forcing herself not to be anxious.
Jia: "It's good that you understand." Having said that, he and Mu Anxiao slowed their pace and headed in that direction.
Madam's room.
Madam sat at the table, watching Mu Hua, who was staring fixedly at the door, and asked while pouring tea, "What are you looking at?"
Hearing this, Mu Hua turned to look at Madam and shook her head.
"Have some tea," Madam said, pushing a refilled teacup towards Mu Hua.
Mu Hua took the teacup and said, "Thank you, Mother."
"No need to thank me. Once you enter the palace, you must abide by the rules," Madam said, then pursed her lips and smiled.
Mu Hua smiled faintly, "I know, Mother."