“Well?” “The murderer slashed the lady’s throat several times with inadequate force, indicating someone unskilled in martial arts,” He Butuo said slowly, stroking his beard. “Her hair was completely shaved off, yet her scalp showed no signs of injury, indicating meticulous work. No hair was found in the bedding. To do this so carefully, it would have taken at least half an hour.” “I also checked the doors and windows of Wang Yun Zhai, no signs of an outsider breaking in. This murderer… is likely an insider.” Cang Qianlang’s face grew colder as he looked at Chuxia, now lying on the ground, a flash of severity in his eyes. He stood up and nudged Chuxia with his foot, “No signs of an intruder, and defiling the lady’s body would take time. Who else but a close servant would have such opportunity? And I’ve tested this girl’s skills; she indeed knows no martial arts…” He crouched down, grabbing Chuxia’s hair, “Do you hear me?” Chuxia’s eyes widened, her green jacket soaked with cold sweat, shaking her head.
“Why kill the lady?” Cang Qianlang asked again, his voice icy, “Would you like to experience the Jun family’s interrogation methods?” Chuxia shook her head desperately. “Will you talk or not?” The pain from her arms was overwhelming, and Chuxia bit her tongue to stay conscious, whispering, “I really didn’t kill her… She was good to me… Why would I kill her…”
“Good, then tell me, when did you go to the lady’s room?” Cang Qianlang released her, his voice stern. “I don’t remember… maybe just before the third watch.” “The third watch? Do you know what time it is now?” Cang Qianlang’s eyes grew colder. “It’s past the fourth watch, you say you went to change the coal, why stay so long?” Chuxia was stunned, murmuring, “How has it been so long? I just… went in…”
