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On a clear morning after the rain, Nanjing was shrouded in a thin mist.

Lin Feng and Shen Qingyi walked along Zhuque Street towards the Confucius Temple in the south of the city.

Jinyunxuan is a century-old brand with an impressive facade.

Two waiters in blue robes stood at the entrance, greeting people with smiles.

The front hall was filled with silks of all colors—brocade, damask, gauze, and satin—a dazzling array of hues that shimmered softly in the morning light.

As soon as the two entered, a shop assistant greeted them with a beaming smile: "Gentlemen, what kind of fabric would you like to see? Our Jin Yun Xuan fabrics are the very same ones used in the palace!"

Shen Qingyi removed half of her veil, revealing her beautiful profile, and said in a gentle voice, "Young man, please inform him that Shen Qingyi of the Shen family wishes to see Manager Gu."

Upon hearing "the Shen family" and seeing Shen Qingyi's extraordinary bearing, the waiter immediately bowed and said, "So you're Miss Shen! Please wait a moment, I'll go and fetch the manager right away!"

A moment later, the beaded curtain was lifted, and a thin man in his forties with a goatee strode out.

"Oh dear! Miss Shen, what an honor to have you here! Please forgive me for not greeting you sooner!"

Manager Gu bowed respectfully, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng, his smile unchanged.

"And this young master is...?"

"This is Young Master Lin, my friend," Shen Qingyi said.

"Young Master Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Manager Gu bowed to Lin Feng again and stepped aside to let him pass.

"Please come in, both of you! Let's talk inside!"

The three of them entered a private room in the back hall.

Manager Gu personally brewed the tea, which was the finest pre-rain Longjing tea.

"Miss Shen hasn't been to our shop for a long time," Manager Gu said with a smile as he handed over the tea.

Shen Qingyi took the tea, took a sip, and then got to the point.

"To be honest, I've come today to ask Manager Gu something."

"Miss Shen, please speak. I will tell you everything I know."

"Shopkeeper, do you still remember the batch of Western Region brocade that your shop transferred from the Suzhou branch two years ago? Among them were several pieces of the old style with the lotus scroll pattern?"

A barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashed in Manager Gu's eyes, but his face remained smiling: "Yes, that's true. We did indeed import some old materials from Suzhou two years ago. What, Miss Shen, do you want some?"

"It's not that I want it." Shen Qingyi put down her teacup and looked at Manager Gu.

"I just wanted to ask, besides your company, were any other buyers sold this batch of materials?"

Shopkeeper Gu's smile faded slightly as he stroked his beard. "Well... in business, customers come and go, and I can't remember them all exactly. Why, Miss Shen, are you asking about this...?"

"It's an old friend of my father's. He recently acquired a similar piece of fabric, saying it came from your shop. He wanted to inquire about the details," Shen Qingyi lied without batting an eye.

"I see." Manager Gu nodded and pondered.

"That batch of old jade from two years ago, only about ten bolts in total. Besides a few regular customers, it seems... it was also sold to a merchant from Jiangnan, what was his surname again...? Look at my memory!"

He slapped his forehead, looking annoyed. "I'm getting old, my memory's failing me. Perhaps, Miss Shen, please have a seat while I have a waiter check the accounts?"

"Thank you for your trouble, shopkeeper," Shen Qingyi said.

Manager Gu got up and left. Only Lin Feng and his companion remained in the private room.

"He's lying," Lin Feng whispered.

"Mm." Shen Qingyi nodded.

"His eyes were darting around, and his hand stroking his beard was trembling. He definitely remembered, but he just didn't want to say it."

A moment later, Manager Gu returned, carrying a thick account book, his face full of apology:

"Miss Shen, I'm so sorry, there are too many account books from two years ago, and I haven't been able to find them right now. Perhaps you could leave a message, and I'll send them to your residence once I find them?"

That's just making excuses.

Shen Qingyi smiled slightly: "That won't be necessary. However, there's something else I'd like to ask Manager Gu."

"Please speak."

"Are you familiar with Master Gu, the manager of your esteemed branch in Suzhou?"

The smile on Manager Gu's face froze completely.

He then forced a smile and said, "Gu San... that's my distant cousin, he's the accountant at the Suzhou branch. Miss Shen, do you know him?"

"We don't really know each other." Shen Qingyi stared into his eyes.

"I overheard someone mention it a few days ago up north, saying that Master Gu's accounts... aren't very clean. Does the manager know anything about this?"

"This...what do you mean by this?!"

Manager Gu's expression changed, and he hurriedly said.

"Gu San is always meticulous in his work, and his accounts are crystal clear. There's absolutely no problem! Someone must be framing him!"

"Is that so?" Shen Qingyi picked up the teacup and gently blew on it.

"But I heard that Third Master Gu has recently...disappeared. The Suzhou branch is in complete chaos. Doesn't the manager know?"

Shopkeeper Gu's forehead was beaded with sweat as he forced a smile and said, "This... I truly don't know. As for the branch's affairs, it's not appropriate for the head office to inquire too much..."

"Is it inconvenient to inquire, or are you afraid to inquire?" Lin Feng suddenly spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying an invisible pressure.

Manager Gu suddenly looked at Lin Feng, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "What do you mean by that, Young Master Lin? I don't understand."

"Don't understand?" Lin Feng took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, placed it on the table, and slowly opened it.

Inside were several oddly shaped copper coins, a dark, tarnished token, and half a charred strip of cloth—all taken from the assassin last night.

When Manager Gu saw the token, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Does Manager Gu recognize this?" Lin Feng picked up the token and weighed it in his palm. The token was neither gold nor iron, and it felt heavy in his hand. A strange symbol, like a twisted lotus flower, was engraved on the front.

"No...I don't know him." Manager Gu's voice was dry.

"Is that so?" Lin Feng stood up, walked to Manager Gu, and held the token up in front of him.

"Someone broke into my residence last night, carrying this. Before he died, he said he was sent by his 'master.' Manager Gu, who is your 'master'?"

Manager Gu's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back, stammering, "What...what did you say? I...I don't know..."

"Don't know?" Lin Feng pressed on.

"Where is Third Master Gu? Who bought that batch of lotus-patterned brocade? And who is the 'owner'? Manager Gu, answer these questions one by one."

"I...I..." Manager Gu retreated to the wall with nowhere to go. Suddenly, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he reached for his waist, drawing out a soft sword. He thrust it towards Lin Feng's throat like a venomous snake!

This attack was sudden, swift, and ruthless! The soft sword trembled, its tip flashing with three cold stars, aiming for Lin Feng's brow, throat, and heart!

But Lin Feng seemed to have anticipated this. He slightly turned his body to avoid the sword's edge, and his right hand shot out like lightning, precisely clamping the blade between his index and middle fingers!

The soft sword trembled violently and could not advance even an inch further!

Manager Gu was shocked and used his strength to retrieve it.

Lin Feng released his grip and slapped him on the chest.

With a muffled thud, Manager Gu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and rolling to the ground, spitting out blood as his soft sword slipped from his hand.

"Someone come here! Someone come here!" Manager Gu shouted hoarsely.

The beaded curtain was lifted, and four burly men rushed in. They were all dressed as shop assistants, but their eyes were fierce, and they were carrying short sticks. They were obviously thugs guarding the house.

"Take them down!" Manager Gu struggled to his feet, pointing at Lin Feng and the other man with a ferocious expression.

The four men rushed forward.

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced, his figure weaving through the shadows of the staff like a ghost. With each punch, palm strike, elbow strike, and knee strike, someone would fall.

Within a few breaths, all four were lying on the ground, groaning and unable to rise.

Lin Feng walked up to Manager Gu, squatted down, and looked into his terrified eyes: "I'll ask you one more time, who is the 'master'? Where is Gu San?"