"According to human nature, when Madam Lou was awakened and heard the servants say her only son had been poisoned, her first reaction would be to shoot out of bed and rush to Lou Tong's room. Is that right?"
Bai Ziqing's face showed some confusion. He frowned and nodded. "Yes."
"So, blankets instinctively thrown off by someone would either be flipped from the outside in, or from top to bottom.
"But look at this quilt—why is it flipped from back to front? Could it be that Madam Lou is used to sleeping at the foot of the bed instead of the head?"
After Zeng Anmin finished speaking, he quietly waited for Bai Ziqing's reaction.
"This..." Bai Ziqing's expression shifted slightly. He looked earnestly at the bedding on the bed. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of searching this room for evidence. It was just that this room, from top to bottom, was incredibly clean and tidy. It didn't look like anyone had been here at all. He voiced the doubts in his heart, "You mean..."
