Xiao Xun: “Yes, sir.”
He pondered for a moment and said, “Bring the personal guards in as well.”
After the incident at Qingsha Pass, the first thing Fu Shen did when he woke up was to order someone to find the crossbow arrow that had been nailed into the mountain rock. He thought the arrow had long been buried under the rolling stones, but unexpectedly, someone had already beaten him to it. This assassination attempt was done very covertly, and if not for today’s events, his men might still be searching like headless flies.
But who exactly had the ability to bring this crucial piece of evidence before his eyes without anyone noticing?
Soon, servants of various heights and ages lined up before him, heads lowered and shoulders hunched, each wishing they could burrow into the ground. Outside stood a group of fierce North Yan cavalry, their expressions as if ready to draw their knives and charge in at any moment.
Fu Shen’s voice was slightly hoarse, with an odd sense of weariness.
He casually tossed the box onto the rosewood desk and asked directly: “Who has seen this box, when did it appear in the study, and who brought it in?”
Those who had entered the study first came forward to identify it, all shaking their heads, saying they didn’t know. The cleaning staff from this morning had a vague recollection, saying the box was already on the desk when they entered. They had thought it was Fu Shen’s old belongings and didn’t dare to move it.
All eyes fell on the young servant who had delivered the vase to the study the previous day.
He was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, wearing a dull gray short outfit. His parents had died early, and he worked in the manor with his grandfather, usually hiding in the back kitchen. Having never seen such a scene before, he was instantly panicked by Fu Shen’s frost-like gaze. He fell to his knees, crying and kowtowing, begging, “Master, spare me!”
Fu Shen rubbed his temples, his head aching from the boy’s crying, and said coldly, “Shut up.”
His voice was soft, but perhaps due to his habit of giving orders, each word seemed heavy. The child immediately fell silent, only trembling more intensely. Fu Shen asked, “Did you put this box here?”
“No, no, no…”
