I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"If I don't accept your kindness, well, that would mean I'm not a real man."

"Okay, I'll go buy the wine."

Hei Si shoved Yang Baocai, and was about to leave when Yang Baocai stopped him.

"Sigh, the wine is already prepared outside the door."

Yang Baocai smiled and went out of the house to get the wine.

Hei Si then called to Liu Yuehong, asking her to prepare the dishes.

Before long, Yang Baocai returned carrying a pot of wine.

"Haha, why spend any money?"

"Ha. So you came prepared."

Hei Si took the wine, lifted the cap, took a deep sniff, and then exclaimed, "Good wine!"

"Huh—!"

Yang Baocai grabbed Hei Si's arm as he was bringing the wine to his mouth, then pointed at the wine and asked:

"Aren't you afraid I'll poison this wine?"

Hei Si glanced at him, then chuckled.

"Ah! I knew you wouldn't."

"Why?"

"If you could do it yourself, why would you spend so much money to hire me, Black Four, to kill someone?"

After saying that, Hei Si lifted the wine pot and put it to his mouth.

"Haha...Good! What a hero! Let's drink good wine!"

"Registrar Yang".

"You got Black Four to drink the poisoned wine so easily."

Kal'tsit openly praised but subtly criticized. June Red glared angrily, while Yang Baocai remained silent.

"The effects of the drug took hold just as they reached the Falling Horse Slope. Hei Si tumbled off his horse, fell off the cliff, and died."

"This is exactly the same as the murder of Magistrate Mei."

"Lord Lu, it's hard to imagine what your expression was when you saw Registrar Yang, and how surprised you were."

"This is probably something that only Registrar Yang, who was there in person, could see most clearly."

Kal'tsit's words, laced with sarcasm, left Lu Huaide lowering his head in deep thought, while Yang Baocai was lost in thought, as if he had returned to that day.

After tossing the three bags of gold and silver up, and hoisting Hei Si's bundle onto his back, Yang Baocai happily climbed up the slope.

He hadn't even walked a few steps when he looked up and saw Lu Huaide getting out of the sedan chair.

"Registrar Yang!"

His expression was one of surprise, but Yang Baocai, who had just committed a heinous act, didn't notice this detail. He simply leaned closer and whispered to him with a smile:

"My lord, I've made sure Hei Si can never speak again."

"Black Four... Black Four, who is Black Four?"

Lu Huaide looked puzzled, as if he didn't know such a person.

"Huh? Sir, isn't this the assassin you asked me to find?"

Yang Baocai continued to explain.

"This is your business, it has nothing to do with me."

Lu Huaide waved his sleeve, turned around, and prepared to get into the sedan chair.

"Ugh?"

Yang Baocai followed, puzzled.

"Oh, right."

Before getting into the sedan chair, Lu Huaide straightened up and asked him one more question:

Do you remember what day it is today?

"What day was it... I don't remember."

After glancing at him, Lu Huaide continued:

"Today is the anniversary of your teacher's wife's death."

"Oh……"

How did your master's wife treat you when she was alive?

"Uh...like my own child."

Yang Baocai said with a smile.

"You still have a conscience; you haven't forgotten."

It's unclear whether Lu Huaide was genuinely praising him.

"I've prepared some wine and food for a ritual tonight. You should come along too."

That night.

"Ha ha……"

The two drank another cup of wine. Yang Bao wiped his mouth, his face flushed, and said to Lu Huaide:

"Godfather, your son... really can't drink anymore. If he drinks any more, hehe, after crossing Luoma Slope, he will suffer the same fate as Magistrate Mei."

"Haha, how could that be?"

Lu Huaide smiled, picked up his chopsticks to pick up some food, and said at the same time:

"I know your alcohol tolerance..."

He seemed to have had too much to drink; he lost his grip and the chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter.

"I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up."

Yang Baocai quickly got up to pick up the chopsticks.

"Tsk...where did the chopsticks go?"

While Yang Baocai bent down to pick up the chopsticks, Lu Huaide switched the double-mouthed wine pot.

"Ah, I found it, it's here."

"Haha, good. Here, let me fill your cup too."

"Okay, okay, dear teacher..."

Yang Baocai glanced at the wine pot, smiled, and returned to his seat.

"Come on, drink."

Lu Huaide raised his glass again, and Yang Baocai followed suit, drinking with his face half-covered.

"well."

Seeing that he drank it all in one gulp, Lu Huaide praised his drinking capacity.

"Godfather, I...I'll take my leave now."

Yang Baocai stammered as he stood up and walked outside.

"Alright, I won't see you off any further."

"Don't mention it... I'm leaving now."

Lu Huaide's smile slowly faded after Yang Baocai left. He picked up the wine pot to pour himself a cup, but then remembered the spout was wrong. He turned it halfway around before finally pouring himself a drink.

"I had the Imperial Envoy's guards fetch this pot from Lord Lu's residence."

As soon as Kal'tsit finished speaking, a guard handed her a silver wine jug engraved with flowers.

Kal'tsit took it and played with it while continuing her story.

"Registrar Yang escaped the poisoned wine flowing from the pot, but he ran into the trap set by the imperial envoy."

Kal'tsit held the pot and looked at Yang Baocai. Her voice rose slightly, revealing an undeniable authority.

"Registrar Yang probably still doesn't understand why you're so unlucky."

"Once you could do whatever you wanted, now you're at your wit's end."

Yang Baocai remained silent.

"This is not an isolated incident."

Kal'tsit recounted:

"Last night, someone pried open Magistrate Mei's grave, intending to steal his remains. They were captured by the Imperial Envoy's soldiers."

She walked slowly to the table and placed the silver pot on it. The sound of the silver pot colliding with the wooden table startled Lu Huaide.

"grown ups."

Kal'tsit bowed to Daylight and said:

"Please instruct that witnesses be brought to the court!"

"Okay. Bring it up!"

After Bai finished speaking, four guards led six men, who hadn't changed their clothes overnight, to the foot of the hall, and everyone's eyes followed them.

By waving his hand in broad daylight, a guard stepped forward and shouted at the group:

"Who exactly instructed you to steal the remains of Magistrate Zhu at night?!"

"Yes, it was Lord Lu who ordered us to steal it!"

"Yes! It's Lord Lu!"

"It's Lord Lu!"