Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 204: Need a Handkerchief

Wu Zinian bowed respectfully and reported all of Tang Jingchen's investigations today. The reason why he insisted on waiting until so late to report to the Eighth Prince was because he was afraid that Tang Jingchen would really find out the truth and ruin the Eighth Prince's business, and he was also afraid that his Wu family would not be able to deny it and it would be difficult to end it.

But he saw that after hearing his words, the Eighth Prince did not show any anger or anxiety on his face. He was still calm and composed. He just responded lightly, "This prince understands. You can leave."

Wu Zinian had no choice but to step back respectfully. When he was about to close the door, he heard a sigh of regret, "He was a man with a quick mind. What a pity..."

At this time, Tang Jingchen was walking back and forth in the room angrily. He recalled everything that happened today, and always felt powerless, as if there was a powerful force manipulating and intervening behind the scenes.

Early this morning, after he sent out all the clerks and shopkeepers of the Tang family's businesses in Huaiyang City to search for clues, he took Shun'er directly to the residence of Lord Jiang, the Tongzhi of Huaiyang City.

After he came to Huaiyang City, if anyone wanted to get his handwritten letters, they could only find the two letters he had written to Tongzhi Lord Jiang and Tongpan Lord Sun in order to solve the water problem in the villages affected by the plague.

When Tang Jingchen brought Shun'er to the residence of Mr. Jiang, the Tongzhi, Mr. Jiang was very enthusiastic. When he made the excuse that he wanted to see the letter he had written to Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang took out the letter without any excuses.

Tang Jingchen's heart sank as he looked at the letter he had written himself.

After saying goodbye politely, he went straight to the residence of the magistrate Sun.

He thought that if either of the two could not produce his letter, it would be that person who gave his letter to the person who forged his handwriting.

Unfortunately, when he came out of the house of Mr. Sun, the magistrate, holding another handwritten letter of his, his heart sank to the bottom.

Both letters were intact in the hands of the two adults, and now they returned to his hands intact.

Tang Jingchen pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and a cold expression gradually appeared on his face.

If it is said that Lord Wu took the letters from these two lords in order to marry his daughter into the Tang family, imitated them, and then returned them, it would not be a difficult task.

But would Lord Wu have such a meticulous mind?

Even if there were, copying his handwriting on the letter would definitely leave some traces through the back of the paper. But he had just looked through them carefully, and there was no trace of ink on the two letters.

This is so wrong.

Although his handwriting can be found in many other places besides the two letters in Huaiyang City, especially in Shangjing City, Lord Wu's hand cannot reach as far as Shangjing City.

Shangjing City is more than a thousand miles away from Huaiyang City, and there is not enough time.

How was his handwriting forged on that handkerchief?

Tang Jingchen was at a loss, with anger burning in his heart, which showed on his face. Shun'er, who was watching from the side, was terrified and held his breath unconsciously.

It's really scary to see the usually gentle and kind young master appearing angry!

Shun'er stood behind the motionless young master, pretending to be a piece of wood that would not move. It's just that the sun above his head was too hot, and he was about to become dehydrated.

It was not until the young master suddenly threw away his sleeves and strode forward that he hurried to follow.

Shun'er discovered that the direction the young master was walking quickly towards was the courtyard of Miss Wu in the Wu Mansion, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what is the young master doing here?

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Tang Jingchen stopped. He didn't want to go in, not even a step.

The little maid in the yard saw Master Tang and hurried into the house to report to the young lady.

After a while, Wu Qingqing lifted the curtain and walked over gracefully.

He bowed slightly to Tang Jingchen and called softly, "Mr. Tang."

Not sure if it was because she felt guilty about what happened yesterday, or because she was too shy to face her future husband, Wu Qingqing lowered her head slightly and did not meet Tang Jingchen's gaze, so naturally she could not see the disgust and resentment in Tang Jingchen's eyes.

"Give me that handkerchief." The cold voice stated the purpose directly, without saying any more nonsense.

The handkerchief was taken away by Wu Qingqing when she left.

Wu Qingqing was startled, and then asked, "May I ask what you want to do with that handkerchief, sir?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a mocking sneer from the other side.

"Didn't you say that I wrote the love poem on it? Then what's wrong with me taking it away?"

Wu Qingqing was a little embarrassed by his attitude. She bit her lip and thought about marrying into the Tang family in the future. She still wanted to win back her future husband's heart through hard work, so she whispered, "Sir, wait a moment."

Wu Qingqing went back to her room and soon came back, handing the handkerchief to Tang Jingchen. She was not afraid that he would find out anything, as the Eighth Prince had told her that there was no flaw on the handkerchief.

Tang Jingchen took the handkerchief and looked at the other handkerchief in Wu Qingqing's hand. There was a simple peony embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief. It should be a handkerchief that girls carry with them to wipe sweat and hands.

"Give me the handkerchief in your hand as well."

Wu Qingqing did not refuse, nor did she ask him what he wanted her handkerchief for. She just handed the handkerchief to him, looking obedient and well-behaved.

Tang Jingchen took it again, turned around and left without saying another word.

Wu Qingqing looked at his handsome back and sighed deeply. She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad about marrying into the Tang family by such means.

Tang Jingchen hurried out again with two handkerchiefs and found a famous embroiderer with superb skills.

The embroiderer looked at the two handkerchiefs and gave the answer.

"The needlework and embroidery techniques on these two handkerchiefs are indeed very similar."

Tang Jingchen frowned and asked unwillingly, "Are you sure it was done by one person?"

The embroiderer replied cautiously, "This kind of needlework is common in the south of China. Many embroiderers can do it, but there are some slight differences in each person's needlework. Judging from the needlework alone, it should be the work of one person."

Tang Jingchen's eyes dimmed. Could it be done so perfectly?

Is it Lord Wu or Wu Qingqing? With such a meticulous mind, he could do such a thorough job. I'm afraid he had been planning to frame him for a long time!

Tang Jingchen's forehead was throbbing repeatedly, but he couldn't find any clues and he became more and more anxious.

I can only hope that I can find a way out from the servants in Wu Mansion in the next two days.

I hope God will bless him!

But what should he do if the servants in the Wu Mansion can't find anything unusual?