The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 37 She didn't expect her cousin to be so thoughtful
Seemingly fearing the man wasn't completely dead, the man stabbed him several more times.

Zhiwan and the others were terrified by this scene and screamed repeatedly.

The man glanced at the girls filling the room with disdain, coldly withdrew his dagger, and leisurely left.

"boom!"

The man in front fell heavily to the ground, not far from Zhiwan.

Blood was gushing from his mouth, and he stared blankly at Zhiwan, "Save, save me..." He desperately reached forward and grabbed Zhiwan's shoe.

Zhiwan stared wide-eyed in horror, frozen in place, unable to react, only to see the man's head hit the ground and he died.

"Help! Someone's been murdered!"

The girls inside the house let out terrified screams.

Lu Zhan and the others had already heard the commotion and rushed over. As soon as they entered the house, they saw several people inside with pale faces and trembling uncontrollably, while a man covered in blood lay on the ground.

"Brother, brother!" Ouyang Zhenzhu rushed over as if she had seen her pillar of support and grabbed Ouyang Lei's hand tightly.

Lu Zhan glanced quickly at Zhi Wan and saw that the girl was pale and trembling violently.

He pursed his thin lips and strode over.

Zhiwan also wanted to stand up and escape like Ouyang Zhenzhu, but her legs felt like they were made of lead and she couldn't move.

She had never been so terrified as she was at that moment.

The man died, lying at her feet, still clutching her shoe. His unclosed eyes were turned toward her, as if he were looking at her.

She was so frightened that she dared not move at all, and sat stiffly in the chair.

Just then, someone walked towards her.

"Don't be afraid." The man's voice was not gentle, but rather somewhat cold.

But at this moment, Zhiwan felt as if she had heard heavenly music.

She slowly raised her head, and when she saw that it was her cousin, her eyes inexplicably reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

"It's alright now," Lu Zhan said softly, kneeling down beside her. He moved the deceased's hand away and quickly examined her wounds. He then said to Ouyang Lei, "The deceased was about forty years old. She had eight stab wounds, one of which was in the fatal area of ​​her heart..."

Ouyang Lei quickly took out paper and pen and wrote it down.

Chen Jiu brought hot water and helped Lu Zhan wash his hands.

While rubbing his fingers, Lu Zhan instructed, "Chen Jiu, go to the Ministry of Justice immediately and tell them what happened here. Tell them to bring their men over right away."

"Yes." Chen Jiu handed over a dry cloth and then turned to leave.

"What exactly happened just now?" Duan Ling asked when he saw that the girls had calmed down a bit.

"I don't know. This person suddenly burst through the door, and a moment later, another person rushed in with a dagger. They stabbed the first person several times and then ran away." Ouyang Zhenzhu's face was still pale, but she was no longer so scared.

"Did you get a good look at the murderer? What did he look like?" Duan Ling asked hurriedly.

"We were terrified at the time, how could we have paid attention to what the person looked like?" Ouyang Zhenzhu said, clutching her chest in fear.

The man rushed in and stabbed the victim several times. She was so frightened that she couldn't care less about anything else, but she vaguely saw the murderer's face. However, she was too scared to look any further.

"However, that person was very arrogant. After killing someone, he showed no fear or panic whatsoever and slowly walked out," Ouyang Zhenzhu added after thinking for a moment.

Duan Ling and Ouyang Lei frowned and said angrily, "They dare to be so arrogant even under the emperor's nose! They have no respect for the law!"

After wiping his hands clean with a cloth, Lu Zhan turned his head and saw that Zhi Wan's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, so he asked, "Does my cousin know anything?"

Zhiwan wiped away her tears and whispered, "I...I saw what that person looked like."

Upon hearing this, Duan Ling and Ouyang Lei both looked at her excitedly, "Cousin, have you remembered it clearly?"

Zhiwan recalled the contemptuous glance the assassin had given her as he left, and felt a chill run down her spine. She nodded, her face pale, "Yes."

Lu Zhan paused for a moment, then said to Ouyang Lei and Duan Ling, "I'll leave this to you. The girls are terrified. I'll take them next door to calm down." The two had no objections.

"Put a veil on the young lady, help her up, and come with me to the next room," Lu Zhan instructed Dongxiang, who was standing nearby.

Even the composed Dongxiang was terrified by what she had just witnessed.

Upon hearing the prince's instructions, he seemed to wake from a dream and immediately nodded.

Zhiwan felt disgusted that the man's blood was on her shoes and wanted to take them off immediately, but there were too many people around, so she had to hold back.

When they arrived next door, Ouyang Zhenzhu sat close to Zhiwan. When she touched Zhiwan's hand, she found it was extremely cold and couldn't help but exclaim, "Why are your hands so cold?" As she spoke, she took Zhiwan's hand and began to rub it for her.

Lu Zhan glanced at the little girl's still pale face, poured her a cup of hot tea, and handed it to her, saying, "Drink some to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, cousin." Zhiwan took it and drank a couple of sips.

The hot tea slid into her stomach, immediately warming her icy body.

"Dongxiang, go and buy a new pair of shoes for Miss Biao," Lu Zhan instructed, turning his head.

"Yes," Dongxiang replied and hurried away.

Zhiwan glanced at Lu Zhan gratefully.

She hadn't expected her cousin to be so thoughtful.

Lu Zhan stayed in the room for a while. Seeing that she was feeling a bit better, he said, "Rest here a little longer. Think about the murderer slowly." After saying that, he went out.

Zhiwan gripped the cup tightly in her hand, watching his tall figure leave. The last trace of fear in her heart seemed to dissipate.

There were no men in the room, so Zhiwan quickly kicked off her shoes and socks, and threw them away.

When Ouyang Zhenzhu saw the bloodstained shoe, she was also a little scared. She kicked the shoe away with the tip of her shoe and muttered, "We're really unlucky today. We ran into something like this. Why did that person have to come and crash into our private room instead of someone else's?"

Zhiwan squeezed her hand. "Luckily, my cousin and the others are right next door."

"Yes, I was terrified at the time." Ouyang Zhenzhu patted her chest, still shaken, and then asked with some curiosity, "Who exactly is that murderer? How could he dare to commit such a murder in broad daylight?"

Zhiwan shook her head.

"Did you really see that person's face clearly?" Ouyang Zhenzhu asked.

Zhiwan nodded, thought for a moment, and said to her, "Pearl, get me some paper and pen."

"What are you going to do?" Ouyang Zhenzhu asked, but without delay, she immediately went to get paper and pen for her.

Zhiwan took the paper and laid it flat on the table.

She wasn't wearing shoes, so she squatted down on a chair, picked up a pen, and after thinking for a while, drew the murderer's appearance.

Not long after, Lu Zhan pushed open the door and walked in.

Upon hearing the door open, Zhiwan quickly tucked her feet into her skirt.

Although she moved quickly, Lu Zhan still saw her.

He paused, stopped, and seeing the pen in her hand, asked, "What are you doing?"

"I drew a picture of the murderer," Zhiwan explained, putting down her pen and handing the drawing to Ouyang Zhenzhu.

Ouyang Zhenzhu took it, approached Lu Zhan, and gave him the painting.

When Lu Zhan took the painting, he glanced at Zhiwan with some surprise, "You can paint?"

Zhiwan nodded. "My father taught me this when I was young."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhan didn't ask any further questions, only saying, "There's nothing else here. I'll take you back in a bit."

Zhiwan noticed that he said "I" instead of "call someone," and was taken aback for a moment. "Okay."

(End of this chapter)