Jun Ye’an nodded and stood up. “The Yu Lu Luo Hua blooms at midnight, opens for an hour, and closes by the hour of Chou. If it touches blood, it withers; it’s very difficult to care for. And if fresh blood comes into contact with its fragrance when it blooms, it turns a light purple. Qianlang, was the madam’s blood light purple?”
“Yes.”
“So, it means she was killed before the hour of Chou. Otherwise, how could the blood turn purple after the flower’s blooming period?”
“But how do you explain why this girl was in Wang Yunzhai for so long?”
“She was just knocked out by incense. When she woke up, she was still in a daze, thinking she had merely tripped.” Jun Ye’an said calmly, “The windows were wide open because the murderer calculated the time for the incense to dissipate. Once she woke up, she would be found.”
Cang Qianlang thought for a moment, then sighed, “The公子 has divine judgment.”
“Since that’s the case, Chuxia has suffered for nothing.” Jun Ye’an smiled slightly, reaching to stroke Chuxia’s hair, but his gaze was directed at Cang Qianlang, with a growing hint of mockery. Cang Qianlang said nothing, stepped forward, and bowed deeply, “It was my fault. I misunderstood you, miss.”
Chuxia’s eyes reddened, she bit her lip hard, and said coldly, “I dare not. If I had succumbed to the torture last night, and the公子 hadn’t come, what would the head steward have done?”
Cang Qianlang’s face stiffened, but the公子 looked away with a smile, seemingly distancing himself from the matter.
“Miss Chuxia, I was rash last night. If you’re still upset, I’ll have to remove my own arms as an apology.” Before he finished, there were two snaps, and Cang Qianlang dislocated his arms with his inner strength, standing still.
“Oh my!” Chuxia was finally moved, exclaiming, “Can you un-dislocate your arms and make my pain go away?”
Jun Ye’an shook his head with a smile, walked to Cang Qianlang, but turned to Chuxia, “So, I’ll reattach them for him?”
Chuxia pouted and nodded, settling the matter.
“Such a stubborn girl.” Cang Qianlang followed Jun Ye’an, still indignant at Chuxia’s last remark about his martial prowess.
