On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The shopkeeper thanked him repeatedly.

Yan Ruyu asked, "Did you see what happened on the street just now?"

"Saw."

The shopkeeper sighed, and Yan Ruyu observed his expression: "Why, do you know who that person is?"

"Yes, he is Deputy General Shi. He is so pitiful. His wife just died in childbirth and was buried yesterday."

Deputy General Shi?

Yan Ruyu suddenly remembered that when she arrested Yu and the peddler that day, she heard that someone fell to his death from a building. The dead person was the coachman of Deputy General Shi’s family.

It was because Mrs. Shi had a difficult delivery, and the coachman went all over the city to look for a midwife. The peddler blocked his way, and he yelled at him in desperation.

The peddler held a grudge against the rickshaw driver and killed him.

It turned out that Mrs. Shi had died in childbirth.

Yan Ruyu felt a little depressed. That man was Deputy General Shi. No wonder he had a white cloth tied around his waist just now, said his wife was dead, and looked so haggard.

The shopkeeper sighed again: "Princess, you don't know, Deputy General Shi is a very nice person, and Madam Shi is also very nice. They often come to West City, especially in winter, and occasionally open a porridge shop."

"Deputy General Shi's parents originally lived in West City. He also grew up in West City. After joining the army and becoming successful, he did not leave here. It was not until he got married that he bought a small house somewhere else."

"Until his parents passed away one after another, the house was unoccupied, and he even lent it to neighbors whose homes were too small for them."

"Mrs. Shi is also very kind. She often sews winter clothes for the poor elderly neighbors," the shopkeeper sighed repeatedly, "It's a pity that good people don't live long."

Yan Ruyu didn't feel good after hearing this either.

"Do you know who that woman who pointed at him is?"

"That woman?" The shopkeeper thought without hesitation, "The Goddess of Heavenly Eyes."

"Who?" The boss was surprised.

"The Goddess of Heavenly Eyes," the shopkeeper replied, "She lives outside the city. This is the first time I've seen her. However, my cousin from the countryside has seen her. He came to buy New Year's goods before the New Year and mentioned it to me. This is the scene."

The eldest boss snorted: "Pretending to be a god, what kind of heavenly eye, and goddess, can you know the past and future lives?"

"You are right," the shopkeeper nodded, "That's right, she knew. My cousin went to see him. My cousin has a son who is in great pain. He was sick and saw many doctors but none of them could cure him. It was she who guided my cousin to find herbs in the mountains."

"That's nothing. My princess is also a miracle doctor."

"That's natural, but she can indeed predict what will happen to many people in the future and she never misses it."

Yan Ruyu thought to herself that she didn’t believe in any supernatural powers such as clairvoyance, and she didn’t believe in the past or the future either.

Most fortune-telling and divination are based on the person asking the question's psychology, and they say things that are universally true, making the person asking the question believe that the answer is accurate.

No one would think of believing in ghosts and gods unless they are at their wits' end.

The team below had already gone far away, and Yan Ruyu did not take the matter too seriously, and led the boss out of the teahouse.

The shopkeeper saw him to the door and said a lot of words of thanks. His little granddaughter also came out and poked her head behind the shopkeeper. Her big eyes twinkled, and she was so adorable.

Yan Ruyu gave her a small cake and the little girl thanked her happily.

The boss was also very happy to say goodbye to their family.

“Princess, I think that a family like the shopkeeper’s is the best meaning for the transformation of West City.”

Yan Ruyu smiled and nodded: "Yes, that's right."

The two of them returned home and met Jiang Tangli and her friends on the street. They were having a great time. Jiang Paopao, who was behind them, had become a hanging car with things hanging all over his body.

When they saw Yan Ruyu, they were all very happy and chattered non-stop.

"Has the Qiu family's issue been resolved?" Jiang Tangli asked.

They asked their servants to deliver the message, and when they saw the servants delivering the letter, they went to other places to "inspect" the situation.

"It's solved," Yan Ruyu praised, "Well done, the message was delivered in time. I'll give each of you a credit."

Jiang Tangli blinked: "Is there a reward?"

"What reward do you want?"

"A pot of fruit tea."

Several people nodded repeatedly and agreed.

"Okay, no problem. I'll go back and make some tea while you guys continue shopping."

……

The bustle of Youcheng is full of joy, while the bustle of Shencheng is tinged with a hint of worry.

Everyone in the Wangyouxiangzhai was slaughtered, even the waiters and pilgrims were not spared.

He cut the neck of each of them with his knife, quickly and efficiently, and blood spurted out all over the floor and walls.

The blood flowed out of the house and could be seen on the street.

It's scary.

The governor of Shencheng came as soon as he heard about it, bringing with him a group of detectives and runners, and even people from the governor's office came.

But there is no mention of what happened, who died, and who the murderer was.

The news spread throughout Shencheng in an instant, and people were talking about it and discussing it privately.

Mr. Mo listened to the boy's report and asked nonchalantly, "Have you dealt with everything?"

"Sir, everything has been cleaned up and no traces will be left."

Mr. Mo dripped a few drops of red liquid into the small pot: "Those people died, remember to bring them back when the day comes."

"Don't worry, sir. I did everything according to your instructions. I only cut the neck once, and there are no injuries elsewhere. I will bury him in the ground and bring him back to see you when the time is up."

Mr. Mo looked at the tumbling pot and said, "I hope this time, it will be successful."

"It will definitely work." The little boy quickly complimented.

"Is there any movement from Xiao Chiye?"

"He went to Youcheng and hasn't returned yet. He is on his way back. By the time he comes back, everything will have been cleaned up without a trace."

"That's good."

Xiao Chiye rode as fast as he could and returned to Youcheng. He did not go back to the Dutong Mansion, but went to Wangyouxiangzhai first.

The door was sealed, and his trusted subordinate stepped forward to open it. He stepped in and could still smell blood, as well as waves of cold and gloomy air that lingered.

"Look, the place on the ground painted with white powder is where the body fell."

Xiao Chiye was silent for a while: "Where is the body now?"

"Previously, they were kept in the government morgue. After the coroner examined them, some of the bodies were claimed by relatives and taken away. There were also three bodies that no one claimed, so they were handled by the charity cemetery."

"Everything the coroner did was recorded. You can check it out when you get back."

Xiao Chiye nodded.

"You have worked hard on the journey, are you okay, Your Majesty?"

"Fortunately," Xiao Chiye replied, "The prince asked us to do our job well and defend Shencheng."

"What about the prince's opinion on the capital..."

"The prince didn't say it explicitly, but I can tell that he doesn't want to return to Beijing."

Xiao Chiye waved his hand: "Forget it, we will follow the prince's instructions and do what we should do. The prince will arrange the rest."

Seeing that he looked unhappy, his confidants didn't dare to say anything more.

Xiao Chiye returned home, read the autopsy records, and wrote a letter to Huo Changhe, explaining the situation in detail.

"Hurry up, send someone to Youcheng, and make sure to hand it over to the prince."

"Yes."