On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1672: Master of the Sword

The man with a moustache looked determined to win.

Yan Ruyu said nonchalantly: "You know, tell me."

The man with the mustache gave a flattering smile: "He didn't just hear about it, he brought someone back."

Da Dao was surprised: "Who is it? How come I don't know him?"

"Don't talk nonsense and deceive the princess."

The man with the mustache glared, "I didn't. Don't you know I was talking nonsense? Princess, I really saw it. It was that night. I was waiting for Master Qiu in Lanxing Pavilion. I saw him talking to someone in front of the carriage. He also ordered a girl and sent her to the carriage. It was for that person."

"When did you go to Lanxing Pavilion with him?" Dadao was dissatisfied.

"The day after he came back," the mustache said with a bit of pride, "I wanted to call you, but you drank too much, who can you blame? Besides, the reward money should be mine, isn't that good?"

"you……"

The man with the mustache continued, "Although I was standing a little far away and only took a quick glance, I can be sure that it was a man, and he looked quite noble."

"Why do you think so?" Yan Ruyu asked.

The man with the mustache blinked and recalled the scene: "He had several rings on his outstretched hand, and there were flowers embroidered with gold thread on his clothes."

"There are gems on the boots, too."

Yan Ruyu thought to herself, what kind of outfit is this?

"He was very happy that night and drank a lot. He told me that the Qiu family would soon move to a higher level and might attract the attention of the Qiu family's main branch."

"Princess, have you heard of the Qiu family? They are a great family. The Qiu family in Youcheng is just a small branch. I heard that they were sent here a long time ago, but they never achieved anything. As time went by, they were forgotten."

"Now that there is an opportunity, and several generations have passed, they also want to be valued by the main vein again."

Yan Ruyu had heard of this statement.

Aristocratic families like this have been passed down for hundreds of years. During their heyday, they were involved in all walks of life, all for the purpose of allowing their children to learn more and have more connections, which would be helpful to the family no matter where it prospers.

The Qiu family is no exception.

Presumably, the Qiu family in Youcheng, just as what the man with the mustache said, were descendants who were sent out back then. As times changed, this branch was never able to return and gradually dispersed.

It must be a big deal to be able to make Mr. Qiu say those words, and the person he brought back should also be of great importance.

Yan Ruyu took note of what they said silently and listened to them continue talking.

What I say later will be meaningless.

Yan Ruyu was just about to end the interrogation and ask Yinding to throw the two men to jail when the abbot and Li Wanglin hurried in.

Li Wanglin was still holding the big knife in his hand.

When they were brought back last night, their weapons were stored in the abbot's space. They were not precious, so Yan Ruyu did not want them.

However, looking at the expressions and postures of Li Wanglin and the abbot, it seems that this knife has some origin.

The abbot whispered, “Princess, Wang Lin recognizes this knife.”

Without waiting for Yan Ruyu to ask, Li Wanglin said excitedly: "Princess, this is the knife of one of my uncles."

Yan Ruyu thought, no way? Li Sugui's brothers should be chivalrous people, this big knife doesn't sound like that.

Li Wanglin turned his head and looked at the confused Dadao: "It's not you, where did you get this knife from?"

"I... this is mine."

Li Wanglin said angrily, "You are talking nonsense! This is my uncle Liu's knife. This knife was made for him by Aunt Liu before she passed away. He has never been willing to take it off for so many years."

"If my uncle Liu hadn't had an accident, he would never have been separated from his body."

Yan Ruyu stared at the big knife.

Dadao's face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Judging from his reaction, it's probably...

The man with the mustache spoke first, "I know. He said that when he was drunk, he was bragging and mentioned that he won this knife in a duel with others, but his skills are really average."

"Although Uncle Liu is not a top-notch expert, he is definitely not bad. He is on par with my father. It is impossible for an ordinary person to defeat him."

Li Wanglin felt sad: "My father has been looking for Uncle Liu, but there is no news. Where is he?"

Yan Ruyu said in a deep voice: "Speak!"

Dadao shuddered, unable to bear the questioning, and had to tell the truth: "I did fight with him, and he was...really good, so I thought of a way..."

"Just, just put something in the water he drank, he..."

Needless to say, the ending is already clear.

Li Wanglin's eyes instantly became wet: "Where is Uncle Liu's body? Where is it?"

Dadao swallowed the saliva in his mouth and said: "It's just a small tree outside the city. I'll just find a random place to bury him."

"you!"

Yan Ruyu asked: "If I let you go now, can you find it?"

Dadao thought he could be let off, so he nodded quickly: "Yes, yes."

Yan Ruyu looked at the abbot and said, "Go get Song Ping."

The abbot immediately understood and went out to find Song Ping to explain the situation.

Song Ping brought his men and a big knife with him, and Li Wanglin was also going to follow. Yan Ruyu nodded in agreement.

Several of them went to look for the body.

Yan Ruyu took out a pen and paper and said, "Do you still remember what the woman from Lanxing Pavilion that Young Master Qiu brought back to him that night looked like?"

The man with the mustache's eyes lit up: "I remember, she was very attractive. I've never seen a woman like that before, so I was very impressed."

"explain."

Moustache answered without hesitation: "Oval face, thick eyebrows, not the kind that are drawn, and very beautiful."

"The eyes are double eyelids, big and round, the eye sockets are a bit deep, the nose bridge is high, the lips..."

His description was very accurate, and Yan Ruyu was able to paint it very smoothly.

Soon, a face with a somewhat exotic look appeared on the paper.

"Is that right?"

The man with the mustache looked at it with wide eyes and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's right, Princess, your painting skills are amazing, it's simply..."

Yan Ruyu glanced at him coldly, and he swallowed back the compliments that were about to come.

Yan Ruyu picked up another piece of paper and quickly wrote a dozen lines.

After writing it, let him read it: "Look, are these what you just said?"

The man with a moustache took a closer look - the princess's painting was really good, but the handwriting was just average, and some of the characters were missing some limbs.

But he didn't dare to say.

Although the handwriting was not very good, he could recognize it. As he looked at it, he realized that it was the things he had just said and done.

With an embarrassed look on his face, he nodded and said, "Yes, indeed, I did it."

Yan Ruyu nodded and slashed his palm with the dagger.

The man with the mustache gritted his teeth and endured the pain without crying out.

Blood flowed all over his palm, leaving a bloody handprint.

After everything was ready, Yan Ruyu asked the abbot to bring the silver ingot.

"Princess, what are your orders?"

Yan Ruyu gave the confession to Yinding and said, "Take him to the government office. Here is the confession. Ask Governor Cao to give him a heavy sentence."

When the man with the mustache heard this, his eyes suddenly widened: "No, no, Princess, I know I'm wrong. I'm willing to work for the palace, and in the future..."

Yinding glared at him and said, "Shut your dog mouth. You are unworthy of serving our palace!"