Chapter 427 - 275: Dou Chengfeng
Dou Chengfeng bit down hard on the inside story, unwilling to speak, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to use torture. Although he was just a concubine’s son of the Dou Family, Xiao Song himself was from a noble family and was very familiar with large clan affairs. Even a neglected concubine’s son couldn’t be easily controlled. In this case, Dou Chengfeng appeared to be just a victim, with no evidence of him committing the crime; they could only confine him to the Dou Family’s separate residence.
For Xiao Song, it would have been easier if Dou Chengfeng were dead. Sometimes what people want isn’t the truth, but a result. Even if someone could see that this result wasn’t the actual truth, as long as it suited their wishes, they might even accept it more readily than the truth.
Xiao Song was never one to chase the truth zealously in solving cases, and sometimes, even when he was well aware of the facts, he would conceal them for various reasons.
Riding on horseback, Ran Yan’s body was almost entirely wrapped in a cloak, obscuring her view of the outside, but the whistling wind was howling, telling her that they had already reached the outskirts of the city even without seeing the landscape.
Xiao Song took a moment to wrap the cloak tighter around her, but he didn’t slow down at all.
Nestled in his robust arms, Ran Yan didn’t feel any cold wind.
After reaching the outskirts, they could gallop more recklessly. Ran Yan could only hear the whistling wind in her ears and the sharp sound of cutting through the air, as the horses rushed forth like arrows.
They quickly arrived at the base of the hillside. The wind suddenly softened behind the shelter of the hillocks.
Ran Yan poked her head out from the cloak and realized it was now snowing heavily outside.
Xiao Song watched as snowflakes landed instantly on her head, nose, and eyelashes, a tender smile floating across his face. He reached out, pulling the cloak over her and chided with a laugh, "What’s there to see in this desolate place?"
"If there’s nothing to see, why did you come?" Ran Yan retorted. Her body was only sixteen years old, and although she was tall, she seemed too delicate compared to the tall and strong Xiao Song. Wrapped by him in the cloak, she ended up seeing nothing. Only by listening could she tell that a significant number of people had gathered around them.