Chapter 12: The Truth?

"Yes, if the matriarch and the eldest lady find any fault, I wonder how they will torment you again," one said.

Nan Yan paused briefly before replying softly, "I just don't want to go back..."

Both of them suddenly understood—Nan Yan had gotten up early and come to sit by the river precisely to avoid the entire Meng family.

Madam Su was quick to catch on immediately.

"Yesterday, the four elder ladies returned empty-handed. I wonder what tricks the eldest lady will pull next."

Bie Zhi exclaimed in alarm, "What other tricks could there be? At this rate, how can the lady endure it!"

Nan Yan said nothing. Madam Su gave Bie Zhi a look, signaling her to stop mentioning it.

With that, they didn’t know how to advise her further.

Nan Yan seemed lost in her previous state again. Madam Su and Bie Zhi were anxious when suddenly footsteps approached from behind.

Hearing the sounds, they turned around, just in time to see a figure swiftly pass by their side and head straight to Nan Yan; only Danzhu caught sight of it.

Madam Su and Bie Zhi turned in surprise as Jiang Li reached Nan Yan, grabbed her without a word, and started pulling her away.

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment before realizing that although Jiang Li usually seemed fragile, he was surprisingly strong.

For a moment, she couldn’t break free and could only be pulled along by him.

"What are you doing?! Let go... Young Master Jiang—"

In an instant, Jiang Li pulled her out of the pavilion. Madam Su and Bie Zhi hurriedly lifted their skirts and chased after them.

"Young Master Jiang—"

"Young Master Jiang, what are you doing—"

Jiang Li suddenly stopped and turned back, his eyes deep and serious. Nan Yan was stunned again, staring blankly at him.

"Don’t you want to know the truth?"

At his words, Nan Yan trembled all over, her face rapidly losing color.

She avoided Jiang Li’s gaze and withdrew her hand. "What truth is there to know! I already know everything!"

"Right... Xia Qingfei and Meng Boji have been involved for a long time. She has already stolen my husband's heart!"

"You don’t have to tell me that, I know! I know everything—"

"Do you think that’s all there is?!"

Jiang Li's words shocked Nan Yan once more. Even Madam Su and Bie Zhi widened their eyes.

Nan Yan’s steps quietly retreated, her eyes flickering as she again avoided Jiang Li’s gaze.

Instinctively, she wanted to escape. "...What else could there be..."

"Go and see for yourself, then you’ll know."

Jiang Li said simply, then quietly waited for her to make her own decision without pulling her anymore.

Nan Yan lowered her eyes, her tear ducts gradually reddening. She bit down hard, her cheek muscles trembling slightly.

After a long moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine, I’ll just go and see. Whatever truth you want me to see."

A faint curve appeared at the corners of Jiang Li’s lips.

Nan Yan was taken to Yan Zi Pavilion, much to the surprise of Madam Su and Bie Zhi.

Though Yan Zi Pavilion was not a disreputable brothel or a Qinlou Chuguan, it was still a place where women performed openly.

Usually, officials’ wives wouldn’t come here; at most, they sent someone to invite performers to their residences for a few songs.

Even Madam Su and Bie Zhi felt uncomfortable, and Nan Yan naturally didn’t want to stay long, lowering her voice to ask Jiang Li.

"Why bring me to a place like this?"

Jiang Li offered no explanation. "You’ll soon find out."

Before long, news spread that the Prefect of the Music Bureau had arrived. Nan Yan was shocked.

It was known that the official music halls were under the Ministry of Rites, supervised by the Music Bureau, and it was rare to see the Prefect there.

Nan Yan began to scrutinize Jiang Li.

This seemingly delicate young master—what background did he have?

Jiang Li stepped forward without bowing and whispered something to the Prefect, whose face immediately changed.

"This..."

Seeing the Prefect’s difficulty, Jiang Li straightened up. The Prefect’s gaze swept over Jiang Li’s waist before he hurriedly changed his tone.

"Please wait here a moment. I will retrieve the registration records for the performers in the music bureau."

Before leaving, the Prefect didn’t forget to instruct the attendant to serve fragrant tea and pastries.

Nan Yan stared at Jiang Li, surprised. "You can even speak with the Prefect of the Music Bureau?"

Jiang Li gave no further explanation. "My family has some connections."

Knowing he wouldn’t say more, Nan Yan stopped pressing and asked another question.

"Why are you checking Xia Qingfei’s records?"

Jiang Li sipped his tea lightly and countered, "How do you know I am checking Xia Qingfei?"

"You want me to see the truth, and the only person connected to both the Meng family and Yan Zi Pavilion, and relevant to me, is Xia Qingfei."

Jiang Li simply nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

That was his answer.

It seemed Nan Yan’s guess was correct, but Jiang Li did not want to explain further, speaking sparingly.

Trying to get a word out of him was no easy task.

Still, Nan Yan had to ask, "Why exactly are you investigating Xia Qingfei?"

Jiang Li set down his cup calmly. "You’ll know soon enough."

With no choice, Nan Yan patiently waited as the Prefect returned with the registration files.

Nan Yan watched closely as Jiang Li did not bow or stand up.

Instead, the Prefect, a Ministry of Rites official, respectfully presented the registration booklet. "Young Master, I have found it."

"Speak," Jiang Li said without even lifting his eyelids.

The Prefect flipped open the book.

"According to the records, Xia Qingfei joined the music bureau three years ago in April. She is from Luxian, Qingzhou. Her father is Xia Quangui, and her mother is Zhang Jinmei."

"It was Xia Quangui who brought her. The two supervisors of dance and music found her talented and decided to keep her."

After speaking, he motioned, and the two supervisors entered—a man and a woman, both elegantly dressed with distinguished bearing.

"Please tell us in detail about the situation that day."

The music supervisor, a refined gentleman, said politely, "That day, Xia Qingfei played the zither without much technique, but her voice was excellent."

The dance supervisor nodded repeatedly. "Her strongest point was her dance. I thought if we taught her acting later, she could become a big star."

"However..."

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