Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Pan Huilian quickly said, "Her death really has nothing to do with me. She was just an illegitimate daughter who couldn't inherit the estate. There was no reason for me to murder her!"

Song Yinjian thought for a moment and then asked a question that was on his mind, "Mr. Zhang was clearly seriously ill and about to die. Why did you poison him?"

After hearing this, Pan Huilian showed a bitter expression on her face, and she slowly replied: Everyone thinks that I married Zhang Rong and enjoy wealth and luxury every day, but who knows that he is a pervert, and because I didn't give birth to his children, he tortured me in various ways.

That day, lying on his sickbed, he was even more frantic and used candles..."

Song Yinjian quickly interrupted her, "Ms. Pan, thank you for telling me this."

Pan Huilian nodded slightly and left the interrogation room.

Then, Song Yinjian and Keqing asked someone to call Zhang Feng, who had picked up soap countless times.

This guy insisted that Zhang Xiaoli's death had absolutely nothing to do with him.

From him, Song Yinjian and Keqing learned a very useful piece of information.

Zhang Rong did not like his illegitimate daughter Zhang Xiaoli and they had almost no contact. Zhang Xiaoli also lived a very difficult life, but during Zhang Rong's illness, she sent him a very expensive ginseng.

After coming out of prison, Song Yinjian took Keqing and walked straight towards Zhang Rong's house.

Song Yinjian nodded, "Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Xiaoli's death should be related to that expensive ginseng.

Keqing asked in confusion, "Zhang Xiaoli has always lived in poverty, and Zhang Rong hasn't treated her well. Why would she go to such great lengths to send such expensive ginseng?"

Song Yinjian sighed slightly, "Master Ke, a spoiled young lady from a prestigious family like you simply cannot understand the thinking of the poor people at the bottom of society.

She gave such expensive ginseng just because she hoped her father could give her more of the inheritance.

This idea is very shallow and ridiculous, but it is her only chance to change her miserable fate."

Keqing was speechless for a moment. She walked forward in silence. For some reason, she felt very depressed, as if something was stuck in her heart.

When she was about to reach Zhang Rong's house, she suddenly stopped, her expression serious, and she said earnestly: "From today on, I will experience the lives of people at the bottom of society, understand them, help them, and never let Zhang Xiaoli's tragedy happen again."

Song Yinjian looked at her with a determined face and couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration, "Master Ke, I believe in you."

Chapter 16 The Truth

Song Yinjian and Keqing walked into Zhang Rong's house together. As soon as they entered, they found that it was extremely lively inside.

In the hall, the accountant was surrounded by a group of people. Everyone in the crowd was talking at once and shouting for the quick division of the inheritance left by Zhang Rong. The scene was in chaos.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaoli's ice coffin was placed casually in the corner, looking so lonely and deserted.

Seeing this, Keqing's face darkened. She quickly stepped forward and said in a cold voice, "Everyone, be quiet! Zhang Rong's inheritance will be divided fairly by Yuehai Pavilion according to the law. No one is allowed to act recklessly here!"

As the words fell, the originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

They all knew the fierce and powerful Yuheng Star and did not dare to act presumptuously in front of her.

Seeing that the situation was finally under control, the accountant quickly squeezed out of the crowd and trotted over to Keqing. With a look of helplessness and anxiety on his face, he pleaded, "Master Yuhengxing, please arrange for someone from Yuehai Pavilion to come here quickly. This crowd is driving me crazy!"

Keqing nodded slightly to him, then said to the group, "Now please leave this house immediately, otherwise the Criminal Law Department will arrest you for trespassing on the people's house."

When the group of people heard this, although they were very unwilling, they had to leave temporarily.

Soon, the originally noisy hall became deserted.

The accountant bowed slightly to Keqing and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Master Yuhengxing."

Keqing waved her hand and said calmly, "You're welcome. We came here today to consult you about something. We heard from Zhang Feng that Zhang Xiaoli recently sent us an expensive ginseng. Are you aware of this?"

The accountant said with certainty, "It is true. The master was reluctant to use it and put it in the storeroom. I can get it now."

Keqing said, "Thank you for your help."

Then, the accountant turned around and walked quickly towards the warehouse. Not long after, he retrieved the ginseng.

The ginseng was beautifully packaged, wrapped in a layer of fine silk and tied with an exquisite ribbon. It was obvious that it was a valuable item.

Song Yinjian took it and looked at it for a few seconds. "This thing is worth at least one million Mora. Zhang Xiaoli is really willing to spend it."

The accountant continued, "Yes, when the young lady was brought here, I tried to persuade her with kind words. I told her about the master's temper and his past attitude towards her, and advised her not to hold out too much hope. But she had unrealistic fantasies and wouldn't listen to me at all."

Song Yinjian put the ginseng away and said, "I'll take this ginseng as your young lady's funeral expenses."

The accountant kept saying, "Boss Song is so kind! I'm just worried about how to handle her funeral arrangements."

Song Yinjian shook his head lightly and said, "I'm not being kind and righteous. This is just a business." After saying that, he left with some boredom.

Keqing briefly explained a few words to the accountant and quickly followed.

After walking out of the house, Song Yinjian walked straight towards the bustling city center.

About half an hour later, he stopped in front of a luxuriously decorated building.

Then, he tilted his head slightly, looked at Keqing beside him, and asked, "Do you know who this building in front of you belonged to in the past?"

Keqing was stunned for a moment, "Who is it?"

Song Yinjian didn't keep the mystery a secret and immediately revealed the answer, "This building belongs to Lord De'an. Ten years ago, the Northern Bank entered Liyue and used many shady tactics to not only seize this building but also almost squeeze him out of the financial industry."

When Keqing heard this, a flash of anger flashed in her eyes, "How could the Tianquan Star at that time tolerate such a thing to happen!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian just smiled and said nothing more.

Many things don't need to be explained too clearly.

Then he walked straight into the building and sat down at a counter.

"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?" The teller sitting opposite was a gentle young woman, and she immediately put on a professional smile.

Song Yinjian said calmly, "I have a friend who borrowed money from your Northland Bank and has entrusted me to repay it."

When the teller heard that the man was here to return the money, the professional smile on her face became more sincere. "So, what's your friend's name?"

Song Yinjian replied, "Her name is Zhang Xiaoli."

The female teller nodded, keeping a polite smile on her face. "Please wait a moment. I'll go to the back office to check the details."

After saying that, he stood up, turned around and walked towards the backstage.

A moment later, she came over with an IOU with a blood mark on it.

"Sir, Ms. Zhang Xiaoli borrowed a total of one million Mora from us. According to the IOU, the interest rate is 30% per week, and the rate will be doubled if the payment is overdue. The current amount she needs to repay is 6.55 million Mora."

Keqing, who was standing by, was shocked when she heard the amount. Zhang Xiaoli had only borrowed the money for more than a month, but the amount had increased by more than six times.

Song Yinjian sighed, "I've always heard that the operation of the Northern Bank was full of blood and tears. Today I've finally opened my eyes!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm really sorry, but I don't have enough Mora on me today to repay so much. I'll pay you back in a few days when I'm ready."

Chapter 17 Ginseng? Ginseng!

In the Bubu House filled with the fragrance of medicine.

"What? This ginseng is fake?" Song Yinjian widened his eyes, pointed at the ginseng in his hand in surprise, and shouted loudly. There was disbelief in his voice, as if he had heard it wrong.

Bai Zhu nodded slightly, with a professional look on his face, and patiently explained, "That's right. Although it looks almost the same as real ginseng at first glance, with a very similar appearance and color, it is actually Fontainebleau ginseng."

When Song Yinjian heard this, he was struck by lightning and froze in place. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He asked anxiously, "Then... is it still worth money?"

Bai Zhu told the truth, "It's probably only one percent of the price of real ginseng."

Song Yinjian only felt that his breathing became a little difficult.

After all, he was a disciple of the immortals, but he didn't expect that he could even misjudge this ginseng, and he used the same clichéd tricks that he used in his previous life to deceive old men and women.

He quietly put away the Fontainebleau ginseng, intending to trick the "toy merchant" who was temporarily leaving Dongdu in the future.

"By the way, Mr. Bai Zhu, if it's convenient for you, could you please introduce some customers to me?" Song Yinjian said shamelessly.

If someone else requested it, Bai Zhu might introduce one or two when it was convenient, but for him, there was only one word to say goodbye, and that was "Get lost."

As a doctor who saves lives, how could you introduce a funeral home to your patients?

Song Yinjian staggered out of the Bubu Lu that was filled with the aroma of medicine. As soon as he walked out, he saw Qiqi doing stretching gymnastics in the open space outside the store.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven..."

Qiqi's childish voice rang out clearly. She counted the beats very seriously while performing each movement a little clumsily.

Her small body stretched and flexed with great effort, each movement revealing a seriousness that made her look very adorable. Seeing this, Song Yinjian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, lowered his head, and smiled. "Qiqi, do you want to hold a funeral for you?"

When Qiqi heard this, she stopped what she was doing, tilted her little head, blinked her clear big eyes, put a finger to her mouth, and looked like she was thinking.

After a long while, she raised her head and asked Song Yinjian with a puzzled look: "What... is a funeral?"

"Well, funerals are all about singing, dancing, poking and fighting... it's all about planning." Song Yinjian said nonsense casually.

Qiqi slowly shook her head, "Then Qiqi doesn't like funerals."

Song Yinjian wanted to say something, but he felt a cold gaze coming from behind him. He could only shrug his shoulders and leave quickly.

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Keqing strolled lostly on the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor, her heart full of confusion.

Although the truth behind Zhang Xiaoli's death has been revealed, as a Yuheng Star, I have no way to give her justice.

Just as Song Yinjian said, even if he found evidence, he would not be able to make the real murderer receive the punishment he deserved.

Hua Chu and Jian Qiu could be sent to prison, but what would be the point?

Could it be that Liyue’s laws only crack down on its own people?

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Keqing looked up and found a teahouse in front of her.

The teahouse stood quietly on the street, appearing somewhat peaceful and elegant amidst the hustle and bustle of the surroundings.

And in the tea pavilion, there was a familiar and steady figure sitting there. The figure sat upright, with an elegant temperament, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

She remembered the advice Song Yinjian had given her before, so she walked up to the figure and said politely, "Guest Zhongli, I have something I want to ask you."

Zhongli put down the teacup in his hand and said gently, "Ms. Keqing, please sit down and talk slowly. I will do my best to answer your questions."

Keqing sat down and recounted the story of Zhang Xiaoli's death from beginning to end.

After listening to this, Zhongli sighed deeply, "From a common sense perspective, Zhang Xiaoli's death is truly regrettable. She should have had a better life."

Keqing sighed helplessly, "As one of the Seven Stars of Liyue, I can neither seek justice for her nor prevent such tragedies from happening again."

Zhongli pondered for a moment, a trace of apology on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Keqing, I'm just a guest official of the Wangsheng Hall. I'm afraid I can't provide you with any substantial help."

Keqing shook her head slightly. "When Song Yinjian suggested I look for you, I didn't have any expectations. I just wanted to find someone to talk to about my frustrations."

When Zhongli heard the name Song Yinjian, a light flashed in his eyes, and he said firmly, "Ms. Keqing, don't worry. Justice for Zhang Xiaoli will be served."

For some reason, Keqing's dejection suddenly vanished. She cheered herself up again and said with the same determination, "I believe so too."

Afterwards, she said goodbye to Zhongli, walked quickly into the distance, and once again embarked on the journey to seek justice for Zhang Xiaoli.

Zhongli calmly drank the remaining tea in the cup, slowly stood up, and shouted to the busy waiter not far away: "Please put this on the account of Wangsheng Hall!"

When Cha Xiaoer heard this, his face suddenly became depressed.

This cup of tea only costs one hundred Mora, which is equivalent to the price of two or three eggs, but I still have to keep a record of it.

But Liyue was a contracted kingdom, and since Zhongli had said so, he had no choice but to reply, "Okay, Guest Minister Zhongli, I'll make a note of it for you."

Then, Zhongli walked through the bustling streets with a leisurely pace.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun gently fell on the earth, covering the entire Liyue Harbor with a layer of golden gauze.

He walked slowly like this and finally stopped in front of the Xianjia Etiquette Shop.

At this moment, a familiar and deep voice suddenly came from behind, "Emperor, why are you here?"

When Zhongli heard the voice, he was slightly stunned. He then turned around and found that it was the True Lord Lishui Dieshan who had followed him in battle for many years.

A hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Li Shui has always been arrogant and disdainful of the mundane world. He doesn't like dealing with humans and almost never sets foot in this mundane world. How could he appear here today?

Zhongli nodded slightly towards Lishui, "Lishui, you can just call me Zhongli here. I'm here to find Song Yinjian."

"You actually came to see this brat?" Li Shui was shocked. "His cultivation aptitude is the worst I've ever seen. He's also obsessed with beautiful women and keeps staring at his master all day long..."

Before Li Shui could finish his words, he heard Song Yinjian's deep voice coming from behind him, "Uncle Li Shui, as a highly respected immortal, is it really appropriate for you to speak ill of your nephew behind his back?"

Chapter 18 Are you going to be the Seven Stars?