One of the braver women stepped forward and replied, “We patrolled here about half an incense stick ago. Everything was normal, no unusual signs. We then went to the bamboo grove, heard the scream, and rushed back.”
Cang Qianlang nodded, picked up the dagger for a closer look, and sternly instructed, “Leave now. If a word of today’s events leaks out, you’ll all deal with the consequences.”
In the Jun mansion, if there was anyone below one person but above ten thousand, it was this young steward. With Jun Yian often absent from Cangzhou, all matters, big and small, were decided by Cang Qianlang. His usual fairness in rewards and punishments commanded respect, and no one dared to speak further, responding with a low acknowledgment before quickly leaving. “Light all the lanterns,” Cang Qianlang said calmly. “And send for He Butuo from the young master’s retinue.” At his command, someone rushed off. A young steward stood by the bed, gazing down at the beautiful, now rigid face on the bed, murmuring, “What audacity, to commit murder in the Jun residence.” The young master of the Jun family, known as Gongzi Ye An, had sheltered many guests at his estate. These guests were much like the skilled thieves and charlatans under Mengchang Jun, each possessing a unique skill. Gongzi Ye An preferred to wander the martial world alone, seldom needing their services. However, when required, there was nothing they couldn’t do if Gongzi could think of it. He Butuo was particularly adept at forensic examination. Upon his arrival, Cang Qianlang simply nodded, “This is yours to handle.” He Butuo nodded in return without a word, and Cang Qianlang proceeded forward.
