Sir likes women's boudoir?
"I … I was under the attic."
"Why under the attic?"
"That morning, I didn't feel well. After drinking the medicine, I went to Miss's room, but I didn't see Miss in the room, so I went to the backyard. From afar, I saw Miss sitting in the attic. At that time, I remember that there was no one else in the attic. When I reached the bottom of the attic, I saw Miss fall down and hit the rockery."
He spoke so fluently that it didn't seem like he was lying.
Ji Yunshu continued, "Then, three days ago, when was the last time you saw your Miss?"
Qiaoxin thought for a moment and said, "It was probably around the hour of the eleventh. I saw that the lights in Young Miss' room were extinguished, so I went in to light the lamp. At that time, Young Miss was sleeping on the bed, and there was nothing unusual." When she said this, she even emphasized her tone, making it clear that she was not lying.
These were all suspicious points, and Ji Yunshu's heart was like a scale. This case was truly a thorny one.
Qiaoxin asked again, "Sir, you said that my family's young miss died the night before yesterday. In that case, why did I see my family's young miss sitting in the attic early in the morning the day before yesterday?"
"You only saw it from a distance. Naturally, you couldn't tell that your Miss was already dead at that time. If someone maliciously killed someone and created the illusion that your Miss fell from the building, how could a little girl like you see through it?"
Qiaoxin immediately understood what was going on.
Ji Yunshu took a deep breath and turned to Lord Zhou. "Now that we know the cause and time of Miss Zhou's death, we need to find out the reason for her murder. We need to find a motive to find the murderer. Therefore, I need to go to Miss Zhou's room to take a look."
Lord Zhou readily agreed. "Alright, I'll have someone take you there." He then called for the housekeeper of the Zhou Residence and ordered, "Ah Jing, bring Teacher Ji to Young Miss's room for a look."
The old steward bowed. "Yes, Teacher Ji. This way, please."
The old steward led the maidservants to Miss Zhou's courtyard. Ji Yunshu was about to follow them, but Jing Rong pulled her back.
"I didn't expect you to like looking at women's boudoirs."
If Jing Rong didn't say anything, she would have forgotten about this Buddha. She didn't expect him to be so low-key, hiding in the crowd.
"Not everyone is a scoundrel. This lowly one was forced to do this for the sake of the case. If Prince Rong doesn't mind, there's no harm in joining us."
"This King naturally wants to go. I want to see how many more secrets are hidden in Mister's brain."
Why did this sound so much like the opening remarks of a Discovery Channel host!
The corner of Ji Yunshu's mouth twitched, and she gave him a polite smile before following the old steward.
Jing Rong was now extremely curious about Ji Yunshu. That scholar was much more interesting than the scheming and scheming in the capital.
Lang Po, who was at his side, came over and said, "Your Highness, it seems like you did not find the wrong person. This Teacher Ji is a talent."
"A talent is a talent, but his temper is a little stubborn."
"That's true."
"Alright, let's go and take a look." Jing Rong and Lang Po followed after them.
Magistrate Liu waited for Jing Rong to leave before he dared to move.
Lord Zhou ordered the servants to help Madame Zhou, who was on the verge of collapsing, back to her room before he also went over.
Miss Zhou's boudoir was very clean. To be precise, it was not only clean, but also abnormally clean.
Inside the room, everything was sorted according to color. In the inner room, from the bed to the curtains, everything was red. In the outer room, everything was blue and yellow. One by one, everything was sorted and placed together.
This was obviously the modern version of obsessive-compulsive disorder!
Ji Yunshu entered the inner room and looked around. She saw that the rouge and powder boxes on the dressing table were almost the same color. Moreover, there was not a speck of dust on the boxes and the table.
Qiaoxin, with her sharp eyes, quickly explained, "Our young miss loves cleanliness. Whether it's the quilt or the rouge and powder, as long as they've been used once, they will never be used a second time. That's why we have to change them every morning."
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything and walked out of the inner room. She happened to see a particularly exquisite candlestick next to the curtain. Generally, the candlesticks of wealthy families were inlaid with flower carvings, but this candlestick was inlaid with crystals. The crystals were stacked together, forming a spiral pattern. It was extremely beautiful.
"This candlestick is very beautiful. Your young miss seems to like it very much." Ji Yunshu said.
"Yes, the young miss likes it very much." Qiaoxin nodded. "Moreover, the young miss lights this candlestick every night before she goes to bed. She says that she can only sleep with the fragrance of this candlestick."
"She's very particular."
The hobbies of wealthy families were indeed different!
Ji Yunshu continued to look around the room. She happened to see a red whip hanging on the wall near the entrance.
'The young miss of the Zhou family is a martial artist?'
Ji Yunshu's heart was filled with doubts. She reached out to take the whip, but she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Qiaoxin's eyes. Qiaoxin suddenly panicked. She instinctively grabbed her wrist and took a step back.
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