Gu Shiba was startled, clearly not expecting any of this.
Gu Jinghui's long, sharp eyes were full of cold severity. He said, "Mrs. Zhao and the two nannies were all in league together. One dead, one escaped, and the last one's word becomes the truth—no one to contradict it. If Madam hadn't been alert, what would our Dingbei Marquis Mansion look like at the end of all this?"
Gu Shiba shivered.
No one left alive to serve as a counter-evidence—this would be hard to handle.
They are in the open, others are hidden in the shadows.
Even setting everything else aside, once smallpox spreads, the Dingbei Marquis Mansion will forever be branded as guilty.
Gu Shiba immediately said, "Your subordinate will go right away."
Gu Jinghui thought about it, still uneasy, and said, "Go with Sixteen. He's more resourceful."
Gu Shiba quickly agreed and withdrew.
Gu Jinghui paced about the room with his hands behind his back, his handsome brows tightly knitted.
