The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"You say." Xue Zhiyi's hands also curled up slightly.

Yuzhi said, "There are also bloodstains on cousin's clothes."

"What?!" For some reason, Xue Zhiyi always felt that there was some inevitable connection between all this.

Yuzhi nodded: "I saw it clearly. Madam said that it was my cousin's menstrual fluid that stained her clothes, but I saw that there was not much blood, only a little on the cuffs and the front of her clothes. It didn't look like it was stained by menstrual fluid."

As she spoke, she sighed, "It's a pity that the dress is too conspicuous. I dare not bring it to the young lady. I only dared to cut a small piece of Aunt Xiaorong's nightgown and bring it with me. The rest were all burned."

Several clues kept tangling in her mind. Xue Zhiyi, who hadn't slept for a long time, was a little confused. She just said, "You've done very well."

As she spoke, Qiuyun handed the purse to Yuzhi.

Xue Zhiyi said, "Yuzhi, take the money. I will remember that you work for me. An'er is now working in an embroidery studio under Miss Shen's name. You don't have to worry. If I get the chance, I will let you meet."

In order to avoid being discovered by Fu Ling, Xue Zhiyi placed An'er with Shen Qingtang. It was a resettlement, but she was also a hostage. She would not use someone she did not trust.

Yuzhi naturally understood Xue Zhiyi's concerns, and she bowed: "Thank you, Miss."

Patting her hand, Xue Zhiyi said, "You've been out for a while. This may arouse suspicion. Go back early."

After seeing Yuzhi off, Xue Zhiyi took the piece of cloth and looked at it carefully under the lamp. Through the light, he could see that it was a piece of top-quality material with pure color, soft touch, and delicate rose pattern.

"Qiuyun." Xue Zhiyi called out and handed the rag to her: "Find a doctor tomorrow to take a close look at this thing and see if there is anything wrong with it."

Qiuyun took it: "Yes."

As soon as Rong Ziying got into trouble, Fu Ling felt guilty and quickly had his clothes burned. He thought that something must have been done to the clothes, which was why he was in such a hurry to destroy the body.

As she thought about this, she became so sleepy that she fell asleep in a daze.

……

The next day, when Qiuyun came back, she told Xue Zhiyi: "Miss, there is indeed something wrong with this piece of cloth."

She lowered her voice, looked into Xue Zhiyi's eyes, and said, "The doctor said that there was a faint scent of the flower on the rag. This flower comes from the Western Regions and has a very light scent, somewhat like the scent of wintersweet. It is slightly toxic and cold in nature, making it a powerful tool for abortion. The doctor suspects that someone may have smeared the flower juice on the clothes."

Xue Zhiyi was stunned: "Just adding some flower juice to clothes can have such a powerful effect, and can abort a baby overnight?"

Qiu Yun said, "The doctor also said that relying on the Jingluo flower juice alone might not be enough, but the scary thing about this medicine is that the purple basil, which is commonly used in pregnancy-preserving medicine, can catalyze the medicinal properties if used together."

"No wonder." Xue Zhiyi sneered: "Zhefangyuan has been investigating for a whole night but has not found any flaws. Rong Ziying's food expenses have not been found to be anything wrong. It turns out that the key is here."

Qiuyun asked her, "Miss, how are you going to deal with this matter?"

Looking at the rag, she thought for a moment: "Now is not the time to dispose of it."

Seeing Qiuyun's puzzled expression, Xue Zhiyi said, "Go out again and give this scrap of cloth to Miss Shen, and ask her people to help find out where this cloth came from."

As a lady from Huajing, Shen Qingtang also has some assets. The embroiderers in her embroidery room have seen countless fabrics. If they could know the source of the fabrics, perhaps some things could be clarified.

It took Shen Qingtang three days to investigate.

After the results came out, Shen Qingtang asked her to meet at a teahouse.

"Zhiyi, I found the material you asked me to look up."

Xue Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "You say."

Shen Qingtang asked the maid to bring up a brocade box. Inside the box was a piece of cloth. Shen Qingtang took out the scrap of cloth and put it together with the scrap of cloth. "Look, are they exactly the same?"

After a careful comparison, Xue Zhiyi said, "Indeed, both the pattern and the color are exactly the same."

Shen Qingtang nodded: "Not only that, even the weaving techniques and the thickness of the silk threads are exactly the same. We can be sure that they are from the same cloth shop."

Xue Zhiyi asked her: "Which cloth shop is it?"

"North City, Jinxiuzhai."

So the two of them drove there immediately.

In the car, Shen Qingtang was a little puzzled: "Zhiyi, you asked me to check this, it's not because you like this material, right?"

"No." Xue Zhiyi told the truth: "This is related to my father's concubine who had a miscarriage. Not only that, I always feel that this matter has something to do with Runing."

Today, Xue Zhiyi was still wearing a plain white dress, without any makeup, and her face was bare, which made her look a little haggard.

Shen Qingtang was stunned and held her hand: "I'll accompany you."

Xue Zhiyi felt warm in his heart: "Thank you."

What happened recently was too painful. Shen Qingtang smiled reluctantly: "Why are you talking about this?"

At this moment, Xue Zhiyi suddenly saw a familiar alley outside the car curtain, and his heart ached...

On her way home from the palace that day, she passed by this place, but... at that time, she never imagined that this was the place where Runing was killed.

Less than thirty steps away from the alley entrance was a dim sum shop. The dim sum that Xue Runing bought that day had the name of the dim sum shop written on the oil paper.

Across two streets from here is Fulufang. Runing must have discovered this dim sum shop on the way home from Fulufang. However, she did not expect that after buying the dim sum that day, she would meet the villain at the entrance of the alley.

At this moment, the car stopped.

Shen Qingtang shook her hand and said, "Zhiyi, we're here."

arrive?

Xue Zhiyi was a little stunned: "Is Jinxiuzhai right here?"

Shen Qingtang got out of the car and urged her: "Come quickly."

Jinxiuzhai is actually just across the street from where Xue Runing was murdered... Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Without giving it time to think, the two of them put on their veils and walked into the store together.

The shop assistant saw the customers coming and hurried over to greet them: "What kind of fabrics would you like to see, ladies? We have a few new batches of goods that are very suitable for making spring clothes."

Under the veil, it was difficult to see Xue Zhiyi's emotions: "Is there any material suitable for making pajamas?"

The waiter became more enthusiastic: "Yes, yes, yes, please come this way."

He pointed to a row of fabrics on the wall and said, "Feel it. This satin is soft and very comfortable to wear next to the skin, especially in this season. It is warm and not too heavy. If you like it, you can measure your size and have the tailor in the store make it and send it to your house."

Xue Zhiyi took a look and found that among those fabrics, there was indeed the one that belonged to Rong Ziying.

It seems I found the right place.

"The Xue family of Shangshu Mansion also ordered pajamas made of this material, right?"

Xue Zhiyi's sudden question startled the waiter, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Xue Zhiyi didn't answer him, but said: "Let your shopkeeper come out and talk to me. Otherwise, does he think the Xue family will let him go?"

"This……"

Seeing the waiter was hesitant, Xue Zhiyi said, "Just go and pass on the message. It's up to the shopkeeper whether he comes or not. But if you don't pass on the message and it delays something, and your shopkeeper gets sued, that's going to be hard to handle."

Hearing this, the waiter could only say, "Miss, please go to the guest room and sit for a while. I will pass on the message."