Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

That night, Feng Jia had a dream.

I dreamed of a rainy night with thunder and lightning many years ago.

At midnight, the door of Feng's house was pushed open, and then a lantern swayed up. Her father's figure wearing a straw raincoat appeared in the rain, and she hurried over to hold an umbrella.

There were dark circles under my father's eyes and he looked tired, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.

She frowned and asked, "Your Majesty, do you advocate war or peace with the Li Dynasty?"

In the wind and rain, her father looked back at her and called her by her nickname: "Whether you advocate war or peace, what do you think, Kankan?"

She replied: "Although the Li Dynasty pays tribute every year to show its submission, it has repeatedly caused trouble on our border. I feel that the Li Dynasty's royal family is eyeing us covetously. We will definitely have a war with them within the next hundred years of Dali."

"Go on," said the father.

She said: "Warriorism costs millions of dollars. If we go to war, it will inevitably cost the people money and manpower, and put the people in dire straits. By then, generals will die in hundreds of battles, bones will be everywhere, and the mountains and rivers will be broken and withered."

"But the war with Li Dynasty is also the general trend. Only a war can show the strong national strength of our great Dali, stop the wolfish ambitions of the royal family of Li Dynasty, and protect the important border town from being disturbed for ten years or even more than a hundred years, so that the soldiers can return to the fields and the people can live and work in peace."

"War or peace, I don't know which to choose, because no matter which choice I make, the people will suffer."

After a long silence, her father asked her another question: "Xianxian, if there is something you know is impossible to do, will you still do it?"

She asked, "Did anything happen to my father?"

The father smiled and said, "No, but I was inspired by the situation and the scene."

She said, "My father once taught me that there are thousands of ways in this world. Some people live a dull life without doing anything, while others live on the edge of a knife, with their lives in danger. Everyone's circumstances are different, and the way in their hearts is different."

"There are tens of millions of people in this world. Even if everyone can be corrupt and take bribes, everyone can keep silent about the situation, and everyone can do something against their conscience for their own benefit, only my father cannot and will not do it."

"Because my father understood the sufferings of the people, he dared to speak up for the dead, cried out their injustice, cried out his dissatisfaction, and established his heart for the world and his destiny for the people. He went through ups and downs for half his life just to have a clear conscience. This is the great way in my father's heart."

Raindrops hung down my father's raincoat, but he just glanced at the lights of thousands of homes outside the high wall, smiled, and said nothing.

……

Feng Jia woke up from her dream with a start. It was pitch black outside and it should not be morning yet.

She got up, lit the oil lamp, poured herself a sip of tea, and looked at the flickering candle. This was the first time she had dreamed of her father since her rebirth.

My father's face was already blurry, but the self-deprecating smile on his lips was so obvious.

She didn't care about it before, but the more she thought about it, the more suspicious it became. What happened to her father back then?

Feng Jia thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it and called up the props from the backstage to check.

She hadn't encountered a case in more than two months, and her inventory hadn't been updated. The only thing that had changed was the number of arrows.

Originally she had three arrows. She used the first one at Chen Zixing in Shicheng, causing him to fall off his horse and be trampled. The second one was used at Xiao Jun, causing him to accidentally cut off Xie Siyan's right hand, thus killing two birds with one stone.

Now there is only one last chance left, Feng Jia thought, this is her life-saving trick, and she cannot use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

She sat there for several hours, until dawn, when Cui Chai ran in.

"Miss, the old lady is very ill. Nanny Zhou from Tianhe Courtyard is here. Please ask you to go over there quickly!"

Feng Jia got up, washed up briefly, and went to Tianhe Courtyard with Cui Chai. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a group of people gathered inside.

The old lady was lying on the sickbed, coughing constantly. Sitting at the first seat was Prime Minister Xie Qian. Except for Xie Li from the third room and the sixth young master Xie Siyan, everyone else was there, even the youngest young master from the fourth room, Xie Zhengchu, who was only ten years old.

The old lady coughed violently again.

Nanny Zhou had an expression of reluctance, while the other people's expressions showed no change. Tan from the fourth room secretly covered Xie Zhengchu's mouth and nose with the handkerchief in her hand with some disgust.

Feng Jia greeted them one by one and then stepped aside.

At this moment, a servant came in from outside the door and kowtowed to Xie Qian: "Master, there is a fortune-telling Taoist priest standing outside our house. He won't leave no matter how hard we try. He is still mumbling outside saying that there is a disaster in the house!"

Just as Xie Qian was about to speak, the eldest lady spoke first, "The Xie Mansion is under the Emperor's feet and is blessed by him. What disaster can there be? It's just a quack trying to cheat some money. Just give him a hundred bucks and send him off!"

Disaster?

The fourth wife, Mrs. Tan, turned her gaze to the old lady who kept coughing and quickly shouted, "Wait!"

The servant stopped walking.

Tan from the fourth room said to Meng, "Sister-in-law, I think we can invite that Taoist priest in to take a look. Think about it yourself, have there been many strange things happening in our house recently?"

"First, Miss Rong made a mistake in front of the princess, then Madam Liu committed suicide out of fear of punishment for abusing her master, and then Miss Rong disappeared," Tan glanced at Xie Changrong, "Although she has been found now, it is a blessing, but the Sixth Young Master had his arm chopped off by a guard, and now the old lady is also sick..."

"Isn't it too coincidental? It seems that since a certain time, or since a certain person..." Tan's gaze drifted to the woman in green in the corner intentionally or unintentionally.

The eldest lady smiled and comforted: "I think Fourth Sister-in-law is overthinking, it's just a coincidence."

"That can't be such a coincidence, right?" Tan turned her gaze to the old lady, "Mother, I feel that we should invite the Taoist priest in. You looked at how healthy you were before, but now you are so sick. I don't believe that there is no disaster at work! Besides, even if the Taoist priest is a quack, he will be exposed after we ask him a few questions. It won't be too late to drive him out of the house then!"

Old Lady Musk seemed to be considering it.

Tan turned to the third wife Jiang and said, "Third sister-in-law, what do you think?"

Jiang didn't care about the disaster at all. She was only thinking about finding a husband for Xie Changrong. Hearing this, she just curled her lips indifferently: "I don't have any ideas. Everything is up to my mother and husband."

Madam Meng hesitated for a moment and said, "I have never believed in ghosts and gods, but for my mother's illness, please invite someone in! Come in!"

The servant who just reported the news went out to invite someone.

The eldest lady subconsciously glanced at Feng Jia in the corner. The other party had not said a word from beginning to end, standing there like a newly sprouted willow branch, with his back straight, seemingly soft but tough.

Meng withdrew her gaze and tapped her knuckles rhythmically on the table, while Xie Qian, who was sitting next to her, kept his gaze unchanged.

Xie Hui still did not care about it, while Tan raised his hands and bowed to the gods of all four directions.

Xie Changrong looked calm and at ease, and seemed to be expecting something.

Everyone in the room was thinking about their own things, and no one noticed that a maid named Cuichai who was beside the Ninth Girl lowered her head, listened to a few instructions, then turned around and quietly went out of the back door of the yard.