CH 116

His scolding woke up the little servant girl who was sleeping soundly in the outer room. Once the little servant girl came in to look, she screamed in fright and woke up everyone.

Zheng Shaofeng was the first to arrive. He didn't expect Tang Tianyuan to be so irritable, "Okay, okay! Do you want to kill him?" His head’s already bleeding...

Zheng Shaofeng and Tang Tianyuan had fought in group fights together. So Zheng Shaofeng knew that although Tang Tianyuan looked gentle and harmless, he was more vicious than ordinary gangsters and hooligans when beating others.

After Zheng Shaofeng tied up the assassin, Tan Lingyin also rushed over. Since it was so late in the night, she wanted to avoid suspicion and didn’t go into Tang Tianyuan's bedroom. Tan Lingyin chose to stand outside the window of his room as she asked, "Are you okay?"

Tang Tianyuan opened the window. He saw Tan Lingyin shivering in the cold wind with only a jacket over her inner clothes. He was very distressed, "I'm fine, come in quickly! Don't stand there, what if you freeze yourself sick?" 

"I won't go in...Are you really okay?" Tan Lingyin was still not at ease.

"I’m really fine. If you don't want to come in, then go back quickly."

Tan Lingyin stretched her neck to look inside. "Did the assassin really come? Did you catch him?"

"Don't worry, Zheng... Tang Tianyuan is here, so I will be fine! I beg you, ma’am, please don't stand outside anymore!"

When Tan Lingyin heard that Tang Tianyuan was there, she felt relieved, "Then I'll go back first. Be careful, okay?"

Tang Tianyuan leaned on the window sill and looked at Tan Lingyin's back.

Zheng Shaofeng tsked. "You feared she would be cold, but aren't you cold?" The window has been open for quite a while now.

Tang Tianyuan closed the window and sneezed, "It's not cold."

Zheng Shaofeng pointed to the assassin who was beaten into a pig's head, "What about this person?"

"I'll go to the Prefecture’s government office tomorrow."

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Zong Yinglin never expected Tang Feilong to come barging into his domain.

And with a captured assassin too...

An old fox was an old fox. Although he scolded Tang Feilong a hundred times inwardly, Zong Yinglin remained smiling on the surface.

Tang Tianyuan didn't want to talk nonsense with him. The main reason was because he didn't want to see his fat face, which was off-putting. He said to Zong Yinglin, "Lord Prefect Magistrate may not be aware, but recently, I have accidentally waded into the muddy water. Stuck in deep and unable to escape, fearing a violent end, I gave all the evidence to a friend. If something happens to me, the evidence would be to urgently travel for three hundred thousand meters. After it reaches the Emperor, it’ll be the end of this ‘party’."

Zong Yinglin had some difficulty maintaining his smile. "You young people are all so impulsive. Who is going to really harm you? This was only a test."

Tang Tianyuan inwardly sneered, and asked, "Then did this humble official pass the test?"

"What do you think? It's really the rear waves of the Yangtze River that drive on those before[1]!" Zong Yinglin praised.

Tang Tianyuan lowered his head and remained silent.

During this short moment of silence, Zong Yinglin had already weighed everything in his heart. Although Tang Feilong was greedy, he was indeed more talented than most others. It might be more reliable to ask him to find the gold. Since he already has the evidence to convict them, instead of being forced to spit out money, it was better to pull Tang Feilong into their own side. I can then use him as I please...

So Zong Yinglin confessed, "The mastermind of this case is actually already dead."

"San Jie?"

"Yes." Zong Yinglin nodded.

Tang Tianyuan lowered his eyelids to cover the flash of light in his eyes. He asked, "How did he die?"

"Even if I don’t tell you, you must already know."

"I don’t know."

Zong Yinglin replied with a smile, "Oh, that's not the point. What I wanted to say was that the gold in Official Sun and the other’s hands is actually only a small part. Most of it is with San Jie."

Tang Tianyuan looked at him strangely, "But he is already dead."

Zong Yinglin looked down at the green tea in his cup, smiled, and said nothing.

Tang Tianyuan suddenly realized, "The reason why San Jie died was because he refused to hand over the gold." After thinking for a while, he continued, "Then after he died, who took the gold from him? You?"

"It was never found."

"..." Tang Tianyuan looked at him suspiciously.

"It was really never found. You are a smart person, so you should be able to distinguish the truth from a lie." Zong Yinglin sighed. "It’s a large sum of gold. Not to mention a lifetime, one wouldn’t even be able to spend it all in ten lifetimes." As Zong Yinglin spoke, he also observed Tang Tianyuan's expression; he indeed looked fascinated.

Zong Yinglin laughed and continued, "I don't know where San Jie hid the gold. Anyway, they haven't found it after searching for so long. How about it, do you want to try?"

"Me?" Tang Tianyuan laughed, "After I find it, how much gold will I get?"

"Good, clear-cut! I like straightforward people!" Zong Yinglin laughed so hard that his eyes almost disappeared. "How about two:eight?"

"I want half."

"Three:seven."

"I want half."

Zong Yinglin was a little upset, "Why do you want so much?"

Tang Tianyuan picked up his teacup in a leisurely manner. "Based on the fact that I can find it."

Zong Yinglin was a little helpless. "Four:six, no more. Do you know how many people I have to manage?"

"Okay." Tang Tianyuan put down his teacup. "Now let's talk about the clues we have so far."

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Mini Theater

Ordinary youth: I want to marry you home quickly. Then we can hehehehe!

Literary youth: I want to marry you home quickly. Then we can stay together forever!

County Magistrate Tang: I want to marry you home quickly. Then I can dye your nails and wash your feet!

Tan Lingyin: -_- Mister Policeman, I don't know this person at all...

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Footnote:

[1] The rear waves of the Yangtze River that drive on those before (长江后浪推前浪) - A idiom that means the new is constantly replacing the old; each new generation excels the previous