Knowing the whole story, Murong Qiqi's forehead wrinkled, "My lord, from what you're saying, General Feng Xie and Princess Mingyue might not have committed suicide. The one who could approach your food and drink and drug you should be someone close, someone on your side! But why would one of your own do this? Who is behind all this?"
Murong Qiqi's question hit the nail on the head, and Feng Cang pinched her nose.
"How can you be more efficient than an investigator? Everyone around my parents was killed that day, except for my mother's maid, Cai Hua, who had been with her for twenty years. She vanished—"
So that's how it was! It was indeed someone close! Murong Qiqi suddenly realized, but new questions bothered her, "So what about Cai Hua? Has she been caught? Has she confessed? Who is the real culprit behind all this? Why are the rumors spreading differently?"
