Fa'an Temple's back mountain ended at a steep cliff.
Zeng Anmin merely gave it a cursory glance before losing interest and heading down the mountain. He wore a long blue-green scholar's gown today, concealing his sharp aura amidst the verdant mountains. His pace was steady, neither fast nor slow. As he walked, a thoughtful light flickered in his eyes.
Consort Xi.
Mr. Huang.
Ren Weizhi.
These three names gradually connected into a single line in Zeng Anmin's mind. He could sense that the series of cases that had occurred recently must be heavily tied to Consort Xi.
"But what is her motive for orchestrating this chain of cases one after another?" Zeng Anmin wondered, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. By now, he had reached the foot of the mountain.
