After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Chapter 289

What are your plans next?

Du Qingyuan closed his eyes and sighed, then rubbed his aching forehead with his hand, frowning deeply.

Now he wanted to withdraw, but there were still many things waiting for him to deal with, and he couldn't abandon so many people.

Mr. Du, since this matter has come to a conclusion, then...

Are you leaving?

Before Bo Mingjun finished speaking, Du Qingyuan took over the conversation.

In fact, he had known for a long time that Bo Mingjun approached him just to find out about this matter. Given the current situation, he was afraid that there was no need for him to stay.

Yes, how other things develop is none of my business. As you can imagine, I only care about him.

Du Qingyuan pursed his lips and paused. It seemed that he was right. He really came with a different purpose.

I just want you to tell me, is the mysterious person who came to report the news you?

If this matter cannot be resolved, I am afraid you will find an excuse to stay here and not leave!

Maybe I should change my words. I have thought of countless possibilities, but I never thought you would be this person!

When I was investigating you, unfortunately, I heard news about you from several people.

According to you, you had never been back before, but why did you appear five years ago?

We then contacted you and checked your background and found that the time and place were consistent, so we confirmed your identity.

I heard that Prefect Bo's son was sent away to be raised outside and was never brought back. The only time he came back was five years ago.

There was a look of obvious disbelief on Bo Mingjun's face. His identity had been lost many years ago.

However, this person was able to find out all his details in a short time, including his abandoned past.

He closed his eyes, and seemed to be trapped in an inexplicable atmosphere, unable to extricate himself.

I have always found it difficult to understand his behavior. I have also thought about leaving this home, leaving this place, and starting a new life. But when I looked back, I found that it was too late...

I just don't understand, if you hate him so much and have a new life, why do you want to come back and wade into this mess?

He is my father after all... He has committed too many crimes, and I don't want him to make more mistakes. As long as I am here, he will not be cruel, and you will be fine.

I went to Long Village to ask about it that day and found out that such an incident had happened that year. According to an insider in the village, there were quite a few people at that time, about a dozen in total, and they were all people who wanted to go out. But then this incident was dismissed, and those people were treated as normal cases.

Because there were so many people involved, I only recorded this incident briefly in order to give an explanation to the outside world.

He also took out the document and looked at it. Apart from the cause and process of the incident, there was nothing else useful.

So he was not sure whether Li Zihao's parents were also involved in this matter.

Do you remember a man named Li Dazhuang?

I don’t remember, it’s been so many years.

When he said this, there was obvious evasion in Bo Mingjun's eyes, as if he was hiding something.

Lord Du, I can only tell you now that this matter is far from as simple as you think.

I don't want to say anything more. I just hope that when I see him for the last time, you can help me say thank you for showing mercy.

Bo Mingjun stood up swiftly and left with heavy steps, leaving Du Qingyuan standing there with a serious look on his face.

Wu Jing walked in slowly with a letter she picked up from the crack in the door. She flipped through it left and right and found that the sender was really strange.

I don't know, it was sent anonymously. But I'm afraid not many people still use this method in this era.

You see, there is no information about the writer on this envelope, nor does it indicate who it is addressed to. I thought it should be addressed to you, Mr. Du!

A group of curious people crowded around Du Qingyuan's table.

Wu Jing glanced at the letter in his hand and made a teasing remark, which caused the onlookers to burst into laughter.

It was a typical case of hearing the voice before seeing the person. Everyone looked at each other and then gave Du Qingyuan a comforting look.

Wu Jing spoke first, and slowly moved towards the table, thinking that it would be best if she could cover it up for a while.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yuhan leaned over and snatched the letter from Du Qingyuan's hand, which he had not yet opened, and stared at everyone with a suspicious look on his face.

Du Qingyuan was not angry, he just sat there waiting for her next move.

Bai Yuhan glanced at the person who was pretending to be pretentious while pinching the envelope with her fingertips and slowly opening it.

I want to see who sent it?

As she moved further, everyone could see clearly what was inside. It turned out to be a portrait and some wrapping paper.

But when Bai Yuhan turned it over, everyone was dumbfounded. Even Du Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, staring at it intently.

Bai Yuhan knew the importance of these two portraits, so she handed them to him without hesitation.

When I came today, I found it dropped by the door, and I didn't see anyone there.

The envelope was also made of the most ordinary paper, and no other evidence was found, which meant that it was either sent directly by the writer himself or he asked someone to deliver it.

Bai Yuhan stared at the envelope carefully, and suddenly a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes.

Lord Du, around early morning, someone claimed to have seen a strange man. A man wearing a black coat appeared here, and he seemed to be wearing a hood.

Judging from the letter, he was definitely the one who delivered it.

If you don't want others to see you, you can just wear a cloak. Why cover your face so tightly?

Because the sentry at the door is usually above, if you don't look up, you won't know who it is. It's wrapped so tightly that it does attract attention.

Even if there were people patrolling, given the weather at the time, they probably wouldn't be able to see him clearly, let alone remember his appearance. In this case, wouldn't this action seem redundant?

Unless... the person delivering the letter is someone we are familiar with, and because of that familiarity, he deliberately covers his face in order to prevent our people from recognizing him.

Not long after, Bai Yuhan came in with a bag, and her face did not look very good.

There is no other evidence except those of us present, right?

It doesn't matter. The fact that there is no one here just shows one thing. The person here is most likely the writer of the letter. Even if he is not the writer, he is an accomplice who knows about the plan. However, based on the current evidence, his identity cannot be confirmed.

My Lord, let us start with these two portraits.

Du Qingyuan's fingers kept tapping on the table, and his frown suddenly relaxed.

Yes, that's right. For now, we can only follow this clue.

But before the truth of this matter is revealed, he must first find out the secrets about it. From his perception, there must be a huge secret hidden in them.