The book did not provide much detail about the daily life of this Great Villain; there was very little description of him.
If she were to directly ask Ye Feimo for a medical book, it would certainly arouse suspicion. After all, how could an unlearned, arrogant, and foolish Fourth Miss of the Houfu suddenly want to read medical texts?
…
In the study.
After Qingxuan pushed Ye Feimo into the room, he said, “Master, I thoroughly investigated all the women in the Wangfu today, but there is no one matching your description.”
Although he had only caught a brief glimpse of the female assassin last night, her face had been smeared with mud, making it difficult to recognize her features.
Ye Feimo propped his chin on one hand while toying with a silver needle in the other.
The needle was made of a peculiar material, as if crafted from ice, yet it felt icy cold in his palm.
But it was not actually ice—it was extremely hard and not easily bent or broken.
Such a unique silver needle was completely different from those held by the incompetent imperial physicians in the Taiyiyuan. Pressed on xue points, it could indeed suppress poison.
That woman last night had not tried to kill him; instead, she had helped suppress his poison.
Ye Feimo frowned, his brilliant eyes filled with deep, cold light, as if unwilling to believe it. “You checked everything?”
“I checked.” After a pause, Qingxuan felt something was off and hesitated, his lips moving as if to speak.
“Who else?” Seeing Qingxuan’s expression, Ye Feimo was certain something had been overlooked.
“Beiyuan has not been checked yet.”
Beiyuan?
After all, it was the residence of the Wangfei. He had not checked Beiyuan because he believed it could not possibly be Yun Qingge.
Ye Feimo furrowed his brow but said nothing.
Just as Qingxuan was about to ask whether the investigation should continue, another guard’s voice came from the entrance.
“Wangye, we fished an old woman’s corpse out of the well in Xiyuan.”
Qingxuan glanced at Ye Feimo and asked, “An old woman?”
“Yes… it is the Wangfei’s dowry nanny.”
After the evening meal, the elderly steward hurried into Beiyuan to find Yun Qingge.
“Wangfei, Wangye requests your presence.” The steward’s voice was cold, devoid of any respect.
Yun Qingge was not bothered by the steward’s attitude.
Everyone in the Wangfu held her, Yun Qingge, in disdain.
Even in the Houfu, the original owner and her brother were not favored. The Marquis had not even assigned her, the legitimate daughter, any servants, which was why the original owner had trusted that nanny so deeply.
When she reached the study entrance, Yun Qingge spotted at a glance the corpse wrapped in white cloth in the courtyard.
It was the nanny she had thrown into the well last night!
She lowered her eyes, a sharp glint flashing in their depths, then raised her head. In an instant, emotion brewed in her gaze.
After transmigrating into the book, she discovered she had a natural talent for acting.
If she had studied drama instead of medicine, she might have passed the entrance exam for an opera troupe.
She suddenly threw herself beside the nanny, sobbing and asking, “Nanny, nanny, what happened to you?”
Two guards stood at the study entrance, along with the steward who had just led her into the courtyard.
The three wore different expressions as they watched her weep and wail.
At that moment, the sound of wheelchair wheels rolling over the ground came from inside the room. Qingxuan pushed Ye Feimo out of the study.
He sat in the wheelchair, gazing down at Yun Qingge like a deity.
The man sat there in silence, yet the oppressive aura radiating from him was enough to make one’s heart tremble.
Yun Qingge continued her earnest performance, sobbing, “Nanny, how could you leave me all alone?”
Her cries were too shrill, truly noisy.
Ye Feimo finally frowned in impatience and spoke: “Have you cried enough?”
Those four words were filled with cold, fierce energy.
Yun Qingge immediately stopped crying, as if frightened by the man before her, and sniffled.
As she sniffled, the scar on her left cheek twitched along with the motion, looking truly… ugly.
“Wangye… I…” she choked out.
Fortunately, before leaving, she had retrieved a medicine from the Kongjian that could stimulate tear production, and had smeared it on her sleeve.
She lifted her sleeve and casually wiped it over her eyes, and tears immediately gushed forth, impossible to stop.
Watching her raise eyes red like a rabbit’s, Ye Feimo curled his fingers slightly, tapping them one by one on the wheelchair armrest.
His eyes were deep and dark, as if they could see through a person’s heart.
Yun Qingge could not shake the illusion that he had already seen through her.
“Qingxuan, inform the Wangfei of this matter.” The man called out to Qingxuan.
Qingxuan acknowledged the order, turned to Yun Qingge, and asked in a cold voice, “Wangfei, this old woman’s corpse was found in the well in the backyard of Xiyuan. Based on the body, she was killed by a heavy blow and then thrown into the well. Did you see this old woman last night?”
Xiyuan was not far from Ye Feimo’s Dongyuan—no wonder she had walked right into Dongyuan last night.
Before the wedding night last night, the original owner must have seen the nanny, but after the original owner stabbed Can Wang, the nanny had disappeared.
Her gaze flickered slightly, and she cautiously nodded.
Seeing her so timid, they naturally would not suspect her as the murderer.
“Last night, Wangye locked me in the woodshed, and Nanny stole a steamed bun and snuck in to give it to me. I never thought… never thought…”
She spoke mournfully, but as she went on, her voice choked with sobs.
Ye Feimo remained silent, propping his chin on one hand as he gazed at Yun Qingge thoughtfully.
Qingxuan continued to ask, “She brought you steamed buns? And then?”
“And then? Then she left… She said she needed to relieve herself. I was locked in the woodshed, so I didn’t dare wander around.”
At this, silence fell over the courtyard.
Qingxuan immediately frowned and looked at Ye Feimo with a troubled expression.
Last night, guards had been posted to watch the woodshed, but when assassins appeared, the guards originally stationed outside the woodshed had all been pulled away to chase the intruders.
Still, looking at this dimwit, even with ten times the courage she wouldn’t dare kill anyone—let alone her own beloved wet nurse.
“Qingxuan, send men to search Beiyuan,” the silent man suddenly spoke. “Especially the princess consort’s bedchamber.”
Ye Feimo’s words made Yun Qingge’s heart skip a beat.
She had played her part to this extent, and he still wanted to investigate her—how sharp was this man’s gaze!
But even if they searched, there was nothing in her bedchamber. She wasn’t worried in the slightest.
“Yes.” Qingxuan accepted the order and went to search.
Yun Qingge kept her head lowered, pretending to still be immersed in grief over her wet nurse’s death.
She needed to find a way to make this man trust her.
Otherwise, how could she help this villain detoxify and seize the throne?
And she couldn’t reveal her identity or true appearance either.
These demands were simply too unreasonable!
Before long, Qingxuan had returned and reported to Ye Feimo with clasped fists, “Master, there is nothing unusual or any clues in Beiyuan.”
Hearing this, Yun Qingge couldn’t help but snort inwardly.
The moment she finished her silent sneer, the man’s sharp gaze swept across her face—keen as a blade, cold and murderous.
That look made her flinch.
She even had the feeling that this Great Villain might strike her dead with a single palm strike at any moment.
Ye Feimo stared at her for a long while, then curled his lips in a cold, deep smile. His eyes seemed to have already seen through all her thoughts.