Ye Chutang's red lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Hanging herself in the dead of night, and not a single person noticed anything unusual. If you ask me, the first people to suspect should be those in this courtyard!"
Just as Ye Shixian was about to speak, she saw Zhang Qian nod thoughtfully. "There's some truth to that. Although a letter was left behind in blood, it can't be considered 'ironclad evidence.' After all, if someone was determined, they could write not just one of those, but ten."
Ye Shixian grew frantic. "Lord Zhang! What do you mean by that? The blood letter clearly states Ye Chutang's name! If it wasn't her, who else could it be?!"
Zhang Qian frowned, his voice stern. "Forging suicide notes has happened in past cases. It's not uncommon. Since you were the one who reported this to the authorities, I assume you want this matter thoroughly investigated. How can you jump to such a rash conclusion?"
