Xiao Yi directly requisitioned the wing room where Mrs. Yu had previously rested. Outside the wing room, there was a small hall. As soon as Xiao Yi sat down in the central position, Wu Youbing walked in with a face full of anxiety and said in a very unfriendly tone, "What do you want to ask me? Anyway, I didn't kill anyone!"
Xiao Yi ignored his rude attitude, his pair of black eyes fixed on him, "Of course, I know the murderer isn't Wu Sanlang. I asked Wu Sanlang to come in just to inquire about a few things. Of the servants called in today, six are from Wu Sanlang's residence, including two long-serving pages by your side, and three of your family's coachmen. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
Wu Youbing replied irritably. His attitude towards Xiao Yi wasn't entirely due to being falsely accused. Long before this, from the moment that lowly woman from the Xu Family preferred to run off and chase after this man rather than marry him, he had unilaterally considered Xiao Yi his nemesis.
