Zhen Shicheng glanced at Jiang Si from the corner of his eye.
How did this little girl know so much
After a moment of emotion, Zhen Shicheng was a thoughtful person after all, and he quickly figured it out.
That's right, it's normal for Miss Jiang and Miss Xie to be on good terms with some information about the Yongchang House.
It's funny, he now has a mentality that he can't help thinking about this girl.
Well, this is not good, how will you take care of the elders in the future
"The damselfly has been in the house for three months, can she actually enter the inner kitchen to do things?" Zhen Shicheng asked aside these thoughts.
The inner kitchen is dedicated to serving meals for the masters. Generally speaking, the cooks who can enter the inner kitchen are reliable people with outstanding cooking skills.
The steward hurriedly said: "It's really good that the damselfly desserts are made very well, especially the eldest girl likes the desserts made by damselflies. My wife transferred the damselfly to the inner kitchen a few days ago—"
"Shut up!" Xie Yinlou shouted sharply, interrupting the steward's words.
Xie Qingyao's face was like golden paper, trembling all over, covering his mouth and crying silently.
If the murderer would be the cook in front of her, wouldn't it be because she was greedy that she led the wolf into the house and killed her mother
This thought almost made Xie Qingyao collapse.
The steward knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly twitched his mouth: "Oh, look at this old slave's mouth, I need a beating!"
Xie Yinlou supported his sister with one hand and looked at the steward with icy cold eyes.
The steward was sweating profusely and couldn't help kneeling down.
Zhen Shicheng coughed.
Although he can understand the pain of the bitter master, but this is the critical moment, and he will really get angry if he drags his legs back!
The eldest master is not angry, he really thinks it is Maitreya Buddha.
"Where is the damselfly from and what did you do before entering the mansion?"
The steward didn't dare to say a word, and looked at the damselfly.
On the contrary, the damselfly answered Zhen Shicheng's question very cooperatively: "The little lady's family is from Nanhe. Two years ago, the man disappeared. She came to Beijing to set up a stall to sell desserts to make a living."
"Come to the capital alone?"
"Yes."
Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard: "This official sees that you are not young, do you have no children?"
When Zhen Shicheng mentioned this, the damselfly's expression changed significantly for the first time, but she obviously restrained, paused a little and said, "There is a son who died two years ago..."
The steward who got up quietly sighed secretly.
At that time, she knew that the damselfly had nothing to worry about and suffered a pitiful encounter, so the lady made an exception to transfer her into the inner kitchen in such a short time when the damselfly entered the house. In the eyes of the masters, people who have no worries are always more reliable.
"The man and his son passed away at about the same time. I don't know what happened?"
The damselfly bowed her head and said with red eyes: "The son accidentally fell into the water and drowned. It was just such a son. The man was too sad and fell ill, so he went with him not long after."
"Then why did you go to Beijing?"
The damselfly sneered: "The two of us are hard-working people, and we have some family business. Too many people are staring at me, a childless widow. The little woman has to live. I heard that the people in the capital live and work in peace, and sell some I shouldn’t worry about no one buying food, so I packed up and went to Beijing.”
"How did the damselfly enter the palace?" Zhen Shicheng looked at the steward.
Steward: "..." He was full of words, but he just said that he was afraid of being beaten!
Zhen Shicheng frowned and glanced at Yong Changbo.
"When the lord asks, tell the truth!"
The steward wiped his sweat and said, "The madam took the eldest girl to the Treasure Pavilion to pick up jewelry. On the way back, I saw a long queue in front of the damselfly dessert stall, so I asked the maid to buy two desserts to eat. I didn't expect the desserts to be excellent. After eating, the lady and the eldest girl could not forget it, and they sent people to the street to buy them twice. Later, the lady and the eldest girl went to the street again to buy desserts from the damselfly stall. So I called the damselfly to ask her if she would like to come to the house to be a cook, so the damselfly went into the house."
The steward said, pointing to Chunfang, the big maid not far away: "When Madam brought the damselfly into the mansion, Chunfang said this to the villain."
Chunfang hurriedly said, "That's exactly what the steward said."
A middle-aged woman who moved to the house three months ago and was transferred into the inner kitchen by exception, a middle-aged woman who was able to sell her property and go to Beijing alone after losing her son and her husband...
If nothing else, in terms of timing and itself, damselfly has the ability to kill.
Zhen Shicheng's face sank: "Dammy, then tell me why you killed Mrs. Uncle."
As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.
When I asked Qiu Lu's sister and Chao Yun before, Master Zhen never clearly stated that they were the murderers.
The damselfly is the murderer of the lady? Incredible.
The damselfly moved, but remained calm: "The lady has a kindness to the little lady, and the little lady is not crazy and stupid, why did she kill the lady?"
"I'm going to ask you." Zhen Shicheng stared at the damselfly, and said sharply, "Why don't you call me!"
The damselfly knelt down gently, her expression calm: "The little woman is wronged."
"Wronged?" Zhen Shicheng sneered, "come here, untie the damselfly's hair!"
Soon two yamen came forward and held the damselfly's arm.
The damselfly struggled. Seeing that she was still struggling, she shouted, "My lord, you say that the little woman is a murderer without any evidence. Do you want to beat her as a trick? The little woman is really wronged!"
"Don't be impatient, this official ordered someone to untie your hair, just to let everyone see the evidence."
Jiang Si quietly sweated for Zhen Shicheng.
She has a good sense of smell to smell the fragrance on the damselfly's hair. If Master Zhen used this as evidence to convict the damselfly, I'm afraid it won't stand up.
Zhen Shicheng seemed to notice Jiang's worry, and stroked his beard proudly.
There is no point to take out something, really want to be compared by a little girl.
Mr. Zhen, who has been handling the case for many years, completely forgot what it is to be proud of compared to a little girl.
The cloth covering the damselfly's hair was quickly torn apart, revealing a head of hair.
Said to be beautiful hair, in fact, it is similar to Chaoyun, and it is also mixed with a lot of white hair.
The two women are very similar in this respect, and they had already given birth to Huafa before they were forty years old.
"Everyone, see how the damselfly's hair is different from others?" Zhen Shicheng asked in a deep voice.
"I have white hair!" a little girl blurted out.
The old woman beside her hurriedly beat her and whispered, "Little hoof, what's wrong with the white hair?"
She still has a lot of white hair, so could she be a murderer
Xie Qingyao stared at the damselfly, his eyes widened suddenly, and hesitantly said, "Her hair seems to be a little curly..."
After being reminded by Xie Qingyao, everyone close to the damselfly saw it: the biggest difference between the damselfly's long hair and others is that it is curved and looks very special.
The damselfly raised her hands to hold her hair, obviously not suitable for the public to see her hair disheveled, and said in a panic, "What on earth do you want, my lord?"
Zhen Shicheng took out the oil-paper cladding and opened it, revealing the two hairs inside: "These are the two hairs found in the closet where the murderer was hiding, you can take a look, these two hairs are the same as the damselfly's hair, they are both curly !"