Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Is Xie Hui related to the old case from ten years ago?

What is the connection between the man in black and Mr. Li?

Feng Jia asked: "Do you know someone named Yunyu?"

"Who is he?" Song Huai shook his head.

Feng Jia looked into the distance: "I don't know his identity at the moment, but as far as I know, he is also investigating Xie Hui."

There was a possibility in her mind, so Feng Jia asked tentatively: "Where is Li Yunyu?"

Li Yunyu?

Song Huai was suddenly startled, as if he had thought of something. His eyes suddenly lost focus and became empty and lifeless. He muttered to himself: "How could it be possible? How could it be him..."

Feng Jia keenly caught something: "He? Who is he?"

Song Huai raised his head, with a mixture of astonishment and surprise in his eyes, "Mr. Li's legitimate son! His nickname is Yunyu! Li Yunyu!"

After saying that, she frowned again and shook her head, "But no one survived the massacre back then. Everyone died under the butcher's knife! I saw the young master's body being carried out with my own eyes! How could it be him?"

"Master?" Feng Jia asked, "Are you Mr. Li's maid?"

"Do not."

Song Huai suddenly stopped talking. Feng Jia saw that her eyes were wet and she seemed to be stuck in a quagmire of emotions, so she did not urge her.

After a while, Song Huai took a breath and said, "I am one of the children adopted by Mr. Li."

Feng Jia recalled the rumors told by the storyteller before, that Mr. Li was kind and generous, and would lend a helping hand to innocent abandoned babies and raise them up.

However, there are also rumors that this Mr. Li is hypocritical and helps abandoned babies only to satisfy his own carnal desires. He even sent those children to the residences of high-ranking officials and bribed them with sex to pave the way for himself.

The malicious speculation that Ma was killed by Song Huai himself must be false. Mr. Li was indeed a kind-hearted man who did not ask for anything in return and was generous and charitable.

Feng Jia asked in confusion: "But the case file is in the Dali Temple, and it has been stamped with a red seal. The 230 members of the Li family, from the 80-year-old to the baby in swaddling clothes, all died under the bandits' knives. Why did you escape? How did you escape?"

Song Huai lowered his head, his eyes hiding his emotions: "I am a refugee. I originally had no household registration and no name. I was adopted by Mr. Li. I have not been in the mansion for two months, so I was not on the Li family's roster. This is how I escaped."

"So that's how it is." Feng Jia nodded. This explained it all. In order to avenge Mr. Li, Song Huai lay dormant for ten years and finally entered Xie's house.

Feng Jia asked, "What does Xie Hui have to do with that case?"

Song Huai's eyes were filled with hatred: "There were a total of twenty people who slaughtered the Li family back then, including Jiao Yuan's eighteen tiger generals and the two leaders, one of whom was Xie Hui!"

Ten years ago, in the Li Mansion, flames shot up to the sky, corpses were everywhere, she hid in the corner and shivered, Xie Hui's face was reflected in the flames, so clear and so scary! She could recall the scene in many nightmares.

Song Huai clenched his fists: "I will never admit my mistake! It's him!"

It turns out that Xie Hui was one of the masterminds behind the family murder case. Why did he do that?

What kind of charm does a former steward of a prince of a different surname have that would make Xie Hui go to such great lengths and slaughter the entire family?

"Who is the other person?" Feng Jia asked.

Song Huai's eyes were sharp. "I don't know. The man was masked and his appearance was unclear, but he had a jade pendant with a pear blossom pattern on it hanging around his waist. I haven't found any clues yet. And seeing how respectful Xie Hui was to him, he should be Xie Hui's master."

That person must be a powerful person.

Looking around the world, there are not many people who can follow Xie Hui's lead.

Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound in my ear, and a string of blue words appeared in front of me.

[Ding, you have triggered a hidden task]

[Task Name: The Slaughtered Li Family]

【The memory related to the case has been unlocked. 】

[Ten years ago, a case of the extermination of the Li family shocked the government and the public. The case was full of doubts, but the Dali Temple simply classified it as a case of banditry and robbery. You met Song Huai, the only survivor of the case, and learned that Xie Hui, the fourth roommate, was the key figure in the case. The case is complicated, please clarify the context, find out the real culprit, and bring him to justice! ]

[Non-mandatory task, no survival countdown. ]

[Solve the case and get extra rewards. Do you want to accept the mission? ]

Feng Jia nodded [Yes].

[Main quest: The slaughtered Li family, current progress 0%]

It was obvious that Song Huai did not completely trust Feng Jia. She refused to answer any further questions and only asked, "How old is the Yunyu you mentioned?"

Feng Jia recalled: "Between sixteen and eighteen years old."

"The age doesn't match." Song Huai's tone became desolate. "The young master was already thirteen years old back then. According to his age, he should be a young man around twenty-three years old now. Besides, I watched the young master's body being cremated. It couldn't be him."

Feng Jia also thought it was impossible.

Because the system told her that Song Huai was the only survivor in that case. Then what was the identity of Yunyu, who had the same name as Li Yuanwai's legitimate son?

Feng Jia frowned, things seemed to have returned to the starting point.

The night passed peacefully, and the next morning, Feng Jia got on a newly arranged carriage. As the assassin who attacked Xie's house had not yet been caught, the noble ladies in the capital were in a panic and felt that it was safer to travel in groups than alone, so a long line of convoys headed towards Cheng'en Temple stretched all the way on the official road.

After stopping and walking along the way, the group finally arrived at Cheng'en Temple on the afternoon of the third day.

There were crowds of pilgrims in front of Cheng'en Temple, all worshipping devoutly around the red elm tree in front of the White Pagoda. The tree was tall and lush, blocking out the sun, and there was no sign of decay at all.

Feng Jia was helped by Song Huai to get off the carriage. She saw people climbing up the high stone steps of the mountain gate. She was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this small temple had such a great influence.

"Go to the front yard and kowtow, and pray for a marriage!" The mother and daughter from the fourth room were just a little ahead, chattering all the way, occasionally turning around to pretend to chat with her. Feng Jia was too tired to cope with them.

After walking along the winding path, they finally arrived at the gate of Cheng'en Temple. A middle-aged man in his early fifties, wearing a patchwork robe, stood in front of the gate. He was very tall, probably because he was always with Buddhism, so he looked kind.

The curling green smoke from the incense burner enveloped the man, making his every move have the aura of a banished immortal.

A young monk introduced: "This is the abbot of our temple, Master Jingwu."

Everyone immediately put their hands together and worshipped devoutly. Feng Jia also bent down, but suddenly felt something strange.

Glancing sideways, I saw Song Huai standing one step behind me. I didn't know what he was thinking about, with a frown on his face. After a while, he slowly bent down.