Miss Truth

"Do you know what was inside that box?" Ran Yan asked Liang’er, although she knew the likelihood was small, but Ran Yan still wouldn’t pass up any chance. Liang’er hesitated for a moment before she said, "It’s a piece of clothing." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveIꜰire.net

Ran Yan and Xiao Song were both shocked by her response. They had thought it was a secret hidden by the lady of the house, but unexpectedly, Liang’er knew. Xiao Song couldn’t help asking, "Have you seen what kind of clothing it is?"

"It’s a black robe similar to what the lady of the house wears, but it has a cloud pattern embroidered with gold thread. It looks extremely exquisite. There’s also a set of jewelry that includes twelve phoenix hairpins, but later, the lady of the house collected eight of them and gave them to Sister Ling Xiang, saying to hand them over to her when the empress passes away," Liang’er said. She knew it was a princess attire from the Liang Dynasty, but she couldn’t directly say it, after all, Xiliang was no more, and the clothing could only be considered ordinary attire now.

The lady of the house must have been worried about others bringing it up, which is why she removed eight of the phoenix hairpins. Princesses’ robes in Great Tang were no longer black robes, so even if Empress Xiao kept the clothing, it would simply be as a memento.

"This is the attire our grandmother kept for our aunty to be buried in after a century." Xiao Song pondered for a moment and said, "For our aunty, this carries an extraordinary significance, but to others, it’s nothing more than an old garment. Who would kill someone just to steal a piece of clothing!"

Liu Qingsong’s eyes were red as he walked out from the inner room. He was close with the lady of the house, and Ling Xiang also took good care of him. Losing two ’relatives’ in one day, and moreover, Xiao Family might not allow him to wear hemp and mourn, Liu Qingsong’s eyes were dim, showing a figure worn by grief, turning older much in such a short span.

The lady of the house had died a natural death, and even that was unbearable for Liu Qingsong, let alone that Ling Xiang had been murdered.

Liu Qingsong sat down at the mats, stayed quiet for a long time, then suddenly shouted harshly, "Investigate! Jiulang, you must find the murderer, I’ll tear him to pieces! Chop up and feed to the dogs!"

Ran Yan could understand his emotions. When Qin Linyun was lying on her autopsy table, she felt the same way; indeed, if it weren’t for the police captain stopping her, she might have actually tortured those criminals to death.

"Okay," Xiao Song agreed and then immediately got up and walked outside.