"Otherwise, if you give money this time, next time you’ll have to give even more." Song Yinghan’s thoughts were simple. She always felt uncomfortable handing money to these kinds of people. Even if it’s not her own money, and not from her purse, money from Yuchi somehow felt as if it was her own, making her uncomfortable. Moreover, as she mentioned, if you give money this time, what if something similar happens again? Wouldn’t more money be required? Is this really alright? It somehow feels like an undeserved victory. "Never mind, money that’s supposed to be given should still be given. These are temporary gains and losses, there’s no need to fuss over them." Yuchi indicated not to worry about such trivial matters, then slowly said: "If you don’t give them money, you won’t be able to integrate with them." "If you don’t integrate with them, you won’t be able to understand them." "If you don’t understand your enemy, you can’t destroy them." "If you don’t destroy them, they will harm you even more." "So you see, money is the gentlest poison. Once they take my money, they won’t be able to escape later." The sheer information in these words made Song the Beautiful stunned, looking at Yuchi in disbelief. She had only been fixated on the money itself—how did Yuchi suddenly spill so much like spilling beans? He never seemed to speak such heartfelt words before. Weren’t they here for the missing case of Ling Huzhong? A simple disappearance case shouldn’t be this complicated... How did Yuchi seem so intent on utterly destroying the other side? Eating with them upfront while planning their demise behind their backs—isn’t this too scary...? After thinking it over, Song the Beautiful felt a little scared and pitifully asked, "Yuchi, are you really on my side?" Returning his gaze from outside the window, Yuchi didn’t immediately understand Song the Beautiful’s question and asked in confusion, "Why? What do you mean by that?" Song the Beautiful shrank her neck, her eyes carrying a hint of subtle fear: "The way you spoke just now was so calm, as if you really meant it. It genuinely scared me a little. Won’t you hurt me one day... Please don’t. I’m honestly not as smart as you. Please don’t harm me, okay?" After all, she’s standing on Yuchi’s side now. If she were Yuchi’s enemy, she wouldn’t even know his current thoughts. It turns out the money given away is not just cash; it’s a hook, it’s fishing! Yuchi firmly shook his head, smiling as he said, "Of course not. I’m your Mr. Yuchi." Song Yinghan’s eyes were veiled with a layer of shyness: "Don’t say it like that; it can be misunderstood." Yuchi walked over in a few steps: "Really? I don’t believe it." Inside the room, there was a light "ah." Song Yinghan’s eyes widened, then she resignedly closed them, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her breath utterly chaotic at this moment. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 Is what must come finally coming? Daylight fell, and indeed someone from the Celestial Capital Department arrived. Everything was as if Ji Wubin had arranged it, and all eight hundred-plus people from the Celestial Capital Department sent their letters over, now piled thickly on the table. "Take your time reading them." Yuchi said with a smile. Song Yinghan had obviously changed her clothes, and there seemed to be some red marks resembling strawberries on her neck. No need to guess; it was Mr. Yuchi’s doing. Fortunately, she maintained control at the crucial moment, or it would have been all over. Luckily, she was at Ziyue Star Pavilion, and there were other people there. Otherwise, it would have been truly precarious. "Mr. Yuchi from Canglan City... how formidable." Biting her lip, Song Yinghan actually felt quite happy, as if tightening strings in her heart had been released. She read one envelope after another, but the more she read, the more helpless Song Yinghan’s expression became. It wasn’t because the letters lacked content, but because the content exploded in information. "When I asked them before, they acted clueless, but now everything’s written clearly in these letters." "Many things previously unheard of are now thoroughly explained." "Is this truly the method?" There was indeed a lot, filled with notes from the disciples, all containing important information. Song Yinghan read with great admiration. That was certain. Yuchi smilingly replied, "Isn’t that true? The prelude to anything is crucial. Without a prelude, jumping straight to the main topic, I don’t care about others’ feelings—I’ll ask you, Yinghan, can you handle it?" "I highly suspect you’re talking about something else," Song Yinghan said with a blend of tears and laughter, "I certainly can’t handle it..." Yuchi laughed: "Exactly, everything should progress slowly. There’s no need to rush. When things come to fruition naturally, there’s even a stunning beauty to it. Being too eager can lead to failure." Song Yinghan was truly impressed and nodded heavily, the agreement of a modest girl. "The student has learned!" "Oh, getting into character?" The letter viewing continued for a long time, eventually summarizing a few key clues. Firstly, although Ling Huzhong was indeed silent and reticent, it wasn’t because he was inherently so. Under those specific circumstances, he just wasn’t inclined to speak. Secondly, before his disappearance, Ling Huzhong seemed quite happy. According to some people, he wanted to secretly investigate the missing person’s case himself, probably aiming to claim the merit all for himself. When others offered help, he directly declined. Thirdly, Ling Huzhong had a close relationship with a courtesan, sometimes not returning to the Celestial Capital Department at night, staying by the courtesan’s side. With these clues, one could basically make a judgment about the situation at that time. "Ling Huzhong had just come from the Star Observation Platform to Canglan City, wanting to solve the missing case by himself, thus reaping various benefits." "He seemed to have made significant progress in the missing person’s case. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have refused others’ help so decisively." "Finally, considering Ling Huzhong’s relationship with a courtesan, she might provide more insights." These three sentences weren’t spoken by Yuchi, but were summarized by Song Yinghan under Yuchi’s guidance. After she finished, she anxiously watched Yuchi, afraid her mentor would punish her—it would be too terrifying. Her small finger covered the marks on her neck, recalling that moment when she almost got drained to death. Punishment? Maybe another time, for now, I’ll let you off the hook... Yuchi laughed and said, "Your judgments are correct. We’ve already obtained these three leads. With them, we can find much hope. At least things are starting to point us in the right direction." "We probably aren’t far from discovering the reason for Ling Huzhong’s disappearance."