46 The Death of Censor Zhang Yiqi (2/2)

This was how Censor Zhang Yiqi had become the first man in the history of Tang who was unfortunately killed by the carriage while boarding due to his great fear for his wife and the shocked horse.

While the censor ran for the last time in his life, the real murderer Ning Que stood in the shadows with a pair of tightly clenched fists, as he silently cheered for the censor in his heart.

It would provide a victim with a very short buffer moment before death by using a small sharp weapon to pierce into the head of the victim. This was the skill which he had learned from the barbarians in the grassland when they used it to kill buffalo. He tried it several times, but this was the first time he had used it on a human. He was not sure how long this frail and weak censor would last, but he would take it as a bet. As for frightening the horse and breaking the carriage apart, it was an easy task for him.

”Indeed, one can never underestimate the great psyche power of greedy officers when they were afraid of death.”

Watching how the censor had finally managed to run to the horse carriage, and yet, in the end, was killed by a pile of broken woods, Ning Que sighed silently as he turned around and left the place, using the piece of white towel in his hand to wipe off the wheat on his forehead.

This was the first time for him to kill someone in Chang'an, and thus he was somewhat nervous about it. However, at this point of time, what he was concerned about was that Zhang Yiqi dashed out dressed instead of nakedly. At that critical point of life and death, the censor was still concerned about his face and did not want others to see his naked body. This totally depicted how fake and insincere the leaders were.

By then, all stewards in the House of Red-Sleeves had already heard of the incident, and many were trying to seek for suspicious elements in this incident. It was not the right time for Ning Que to take his leave. He followed the stream and walked into the courtyard to seek for a woman he was familiar with. He decided to accompany and chat with the woman, who was resting for a few days due to her menstruation. Perhaps it was because that she was bored being alone, the moment she saw Ning Que, she seemed overjoyed. Ning Que was very delighted as well. He was smiling happily as he chatted with her, and at times, he would use the white towel with the hidden bloodstain to gently wipe his lips.

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The night enveloped the Lin 47th Street. Within the Old Brush Pen Shop, the young master and the handmaiden were sitting on the bed, discussing what had happened earlier. By the bed was a basin that contained the residue of the burnt towel.

Sangsang sat at one end of the bed, hugging her blanket tightly as she curiously questioned, ”If this is known as forging the crime scene, then why not directly make it as death during sex?”

Ning Que was taken aback by the question and asked, ”Do you know what it means by that?”

”I don't know, but I recalled you've told the story when I was young.”

”I've told you such story before? Alright, I might have forgotten about it.”

”Think about it. If the censor died during sex in the brothel, then how would his wife keep silent? How could the imperial court give up the investigation? If the experts come to investigate on this incident, I'm not too confident about hiding it.”

”Hence, our most important goal is to let Chang'an Local Government believe that the death is just a traffic accident—because only traffic accidents won't involve the imperial court in—but what's more important is that this conclusion can easily make Chang'an Local Government force the censor's family members to keep quiet.”

Sangsang remained quiet for a long while, before she blushed and spoke softly, ”Too complicated, I don't really get it. Young Master, you really think far.”

”That's why you always don't think?” Ning Que used the same tone that Mistress Jian used on him. He then added it with a dissatisfied tone, ”You'll become stupider if you barely think.”

Sangsang honestly replied, ”I'm just a handmaiden, so it's natural that I'm dumber than you. Don't people always say stupid maid or foolish maid?”

Ning Que was speechless. He kept quiet for a moment before he asked with concern, ”Are you tired after sending the letters to two places today? Did anyone see you at Zhang's Mansion?”

”I'm fine,” Sangsang responded.