The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 508 Look!There is a hole here!

The two hit it off immediately, and while everyone was waiting in the lobby for the county magistrate's questioning, they quietly walked across the courtyard and went straight to the girls' rooms in the backyard.

The oiran's room was bigger than everyone else's, so they had no trouble finding their target.

Feng Qingcheng raised her hand and was about to push the door, when she suddenly found a small round hole on the paper window outside the door, about the size of the fingernail of her little finger.

"Look! There's a hole here!"

Nan Linghan followed her gaze, frowned, and said slowly, "Maybe this oiran is not as harmless as he looks on the surface."

Feng Qingcheng looked at him and pushed open the door of the room.

After walking in, the eyes swept away, from the dressing table to the soft couch to the piano table, from the screen to the rosewood purple, and finally to the good pear wood bed.

On the surface, everything in the room was normal and there was nothing wrong with it, but Feng Qingcheng felt that there was something strange here.

It's just that I can't tell for a while, what is so strange about it.

She went around the room and found nothing suspicious.

"Ahan, did you find anything?"

Nan Linghan glanced sideways at her, his gaze fell on her face, and he couldn't help but smile, "Qingcheng, sometimes I really wonder if you are a woman."

"What's wrong with me?" Feng Qingcheng was startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

While speaking, she turned her head to look at the dressing table, "I'm going to look in the mirror!"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she looked at the dressing table full of various jewelry and rouge powder boxes, her pupils suddenly shrank, "I see! I finally know what's weird about this room!"

Hearing this, Nan Linghan asked in confusion, "Where?"

"Yan Wushuang is the oiran, the most beautiful woman in Jue Se Fang, and her room doesn't even have a mirror, isn't it strange enough?"

After she reminded her, Nan Linghan realized that this was indeed the case. The dressing table was full of gold and silver jewelry, but there was no mirror.

"It's weird that there is no mirror in the boudoir for a woman who serves others with beauty, but—" Nan Linghan paused slightly, and then emphasized, "What does this have to do with the murder case? You can't just because there is no mirror in her room, Let's assume she's the killer, right?"

Feng Qingcheng pursed the corners of her lips, lightly clasped the dressing table with her slender fingers, and fell into deep thought.

Yes, based on this alone, they really have no way to punish the oiran, they must find stronger evidence.

"Intuition tells me that Yan Wushuang has something to do with Wang Zilin's death. As for what kind of relationship it is, it depends on whether we can find evidence."

While Feng Qingcheng was speaking, she glanced to the side, and found that the door of the wardrobe was not closed tightly, and a long skirt was caught between the gap of the door, revealing a small section of bright red skirt.

Her heart moved slightly, she strode forward, and pulled the cabinet door open. When she saw that besides women's dresses, there were many men's clothes in the cabinet door, her expression changed on the spot.

The men's clothes were all kinds of clothes, which looked brand new, as if they had never been worn by anyone.

Rao Nan Linghan, who has always been calm and stable, couldn't help but slightly changed his face when he saw the scene in front of him, "This is it?"

"Jueseifang has rules. All previous oirans did not serve men. They only sold their skills but not their bodies. But there are so many men's clothes in Yan Wushuang's closet. What does this mean?"

Nan Linghan frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Could it be that Yan Wushuang is really a murderer? But what does this have to do with the clothes in her closet?"

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(End of this chapter)