Glory

Ye Yaming nodded and instructed, "When hiding, pay attention to the angle. Make sure you can't be seen by anyone peeking out from the doorway."

The three nodded and each ran to hide behind trees.

Ye Yaming and Bai Rui remained seated in the pavilion.

Before long, another head peeked out from the third branch's courtyard gate, looking left and right to ensure no one was around. Two figures emerged one after the other.

The person in front was Nanny Zeng, followed by a menial servant woman carrying a broom and a dustpan for trash.

After exiting, they walked over to the stillborn fetus. Nanny Zeng's face was dark as she pointed at the fetus, her expression furious as she berated the servant woman in a hushed voice, even striking her twice forcefully.

The servant woman kept her head lowered and remained silent throughout.

Nanny Zeng's voice wasn't loud, and Ye Yaming and the others were too far away to hear clearly what she was saying. Judging by the situation, everyone guessed that the stillborn fetus might have originally been buried by this servant woman, but because it wasn't buried deep enough, a cat had dug it up.

While scolding, Nanny Zeng occasionally glanced toward the path, worried someone might come from that direction. Therefore, after venting her anger briefly, she pointed at the stillborn fetus, presumably instructing the servant woman to sweep it into the dustpan and find a place to bury it deeper.

Nanny Zeng naturally couldn't let them destroy the evidence and called out, "Take action."

At the same time, Nanny Zeng's expression suddenly changed, and she urged the servant woman, "Hurry up."

Their voices sounded simultaneously.

Guan Ting, Lve E, and Ziyuan had been prepared since Nanny Zeng and the servant woman approached the stillborn fetus. Upon hearing Ye Yaming's command, they immediately emerged from behind the trees and rushed toward Nanny Zeng and the servant woman respectively.

Nanny Zeng had heard rapid footsteps approaching from the path and thought it was Ye Yaming and her maids running over. Her nerves were already on edge. Suddenly being seized from behind scared her out of her wits.

She instinctively resisted.

But Guan Ting had practiced martial arts since childhood and was capable of subduing one or two grown men. How could Nanny Zeng, who was accustomed to being waited on by young maids in daily life, compare? Without any effort, Guan Ting pinned Nanny Zeng's hands behind her back.

The servant woman showed little reaction when Lve E and Ziyuan grabbed her arms from both sides. She didn't struggle, just stood there dazed until Qingzhi led Old Mrs. Ye and the others over, still holding the posture of sweeping the stillborn fetus.

Old Mrs. Ye was elderly and had been carried over on a soft sedan chair by the menial servants from the courtyard; otherwise, she wouldn't have arrived so quickly.

She stepped down from the sedan, looked at the stillborn fetus, then raised her eyes to glance at Nanny Zeng, her face so dark it seemed water could drip from it.

Ye Yaming walked over and supported Old Mrs. Ye's arm.

Old Mrs. Ye's expression softened slightly. She reached out and patted her granddaughter's hand, whispering, "Would you like to go back first? Your Da Bo's wife will be here soon."

Such sordid matters were truly unsuitable for an unmarried young girl like Ye Yaming to witness—it would only taint her eyes.

Ye Yaming also had no interest in dealing with such messy affairs. Moreover, as an unmarried junior, if it truly was a case of Cai Shi committing adultery, becoming pregnant, and then aborting the child, her presence would be inappropriate.

She leaned close to the old madam's ear and said, "You'd best summon the Herbalist to check each of their pulses. Whether an abortion has occurred, and whether it was male or female—everything will be revealed through pulse diagnosis."Upon seeing Nanny Zeng, she immediately suspected Cai Shi. If it were some maid secretly pregnant and seeking an abortion, Nanny Zeng wouldn’t have been the one to clean up the mess.

This Nanny Zeng was Cai Shi’s wet nurse, childless all her life. She regarded Cai Shi as her own daughter, and Cai Shi treated her like a mother.

Because of this, Nanny Zeng held a unique position in the Third Household’s courtyard—she could even make decisions on Cai Shi’s behalf. Aside from Cai Shi herself, all the servants in the courtyard attended to her. Who would dare trouble her to personally handle such a matter?

Moreover, to guard against the Meng family, the Yang family, and others coveting the Ye family’s secret recipes, Ye Yaming had privately hired men from a Security Company to stand guard outside.

Since the Ye family’s servants were deeply interconnected, and one person knowing would lead to leaks, Ye Yaming hadn’t even informed anyone in the Ye household. Remote, seldom-visited corners like this were key areas guarded by the Security Company’s men.

For quite some time, she hadn’t received any reports of people entering or leaving the Third Household’s courtyard.

However, the day before yesterday, Cai Shi claimed she was unwell and called in an herbalist from outside the estate to treat her.

The Ye family had their regular herbalists—the two from the Hall of Returning Spring. But Cai Shi never used them; she preferred a herbalist surnamed Ma, whom the Cai family typically employed.

This Ma Herbalist was already over sixty years old. Moreover, his visits weren’t frequent—only about four or five times a year. So, if Cai Shi or Ye Yayu felt unwell and summoned Ma Herbalist into the estate, no one thought much of it.

If Cai Shi were indeed pregnant and seeking an abortion, Ma Herbalist was likely there to prescribe abortifacient medicine, not as the illicit lover. Ye Yaming suspected that Cai Shi forbade people from entering or leaving her courtyard because she was hiding the man inside.

Ye Hongfan had passed away. If Cai Shi wished to remarry, Ye Yaming wouldn’t just approve—she’d even praise her for daring to pursue personal happiness.

But if she stayed in the Ye family, eating their food, using their resources, receiving a monthly allowance on par with Old Madam Ye’s, and at year’s end, receiving extra money out of Old Madam Ye’s pity for her widowhood—all while committing adultery—what kind of behavior was that?

If she had no dowry and couldn’t support herself outside, Ye Yaming might understand. But Cai Shi had a dowry manor and had saved a considerable sum over the years. Even if she didn’t return to her natal family, she could support herself outside the Ye household.

And don’t say it was because she couldn’t bear to part with her daughter. Look at what kind of temperament she had raised in Ye Yayu. In this ancient era where marriages weren’t freely chosen, Ye Yaming genuinely worried whether Ye Yayu could survive in an unfamiliar environment after marriage.

This last point was what Ye Yaming found most reprehensible about Cai Shi.

And if Cai Shi had chosen this lifestyle to hide an illicit lover, thereby harming her daughter, Ye Yaming absolutely could not tolerate it.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have spoken that extra word to Old Madam Ye.

Old Madam Ye nodded. “That’s a good plan.”

She, too, suspected Cai Shi.

But Cai Shi wasn’t a servant of the Ye family; all the servants in her courtyard were her dowry attendants. Getting them to testify against her was simply impossible.

If Cai Shi stubbornly denied it, the Ye family couldn’t use torture to extract a confession. Even if they suspected her, they’d be powerless.

But with this suspicion, keeping her in the Ye family was no longer possible. They’d be stuck in a dilemma.

Ye Yaming’s idea was excellent.

Seeing Old Madam Ye’s nod, Ye Yaming took her maids and returned to her own courtyard.Guan Ting was an extremely curious person. If she didn't know about something, that would be fine, but if she only knew the beginning without learning the ending, she wouldn't even be able to sleep at night.

As for Lü E, she loved gossip. There wasn't a single piece of inside information in this mansion that she wasn't aware of.

After the two of them whispered back and forth for a while, Lü E finally couldn't resist and came to ask Ye Yaming for permission: "Miss, may I go to the Main House to inquire about the situation?"

Ye Yaming glanced at her and gave a slight nod: "Go ahead."

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

While walking along the road, whenever Shen Changqing encountered acquaintances, they would greet each other or exchange nods.

But no matter who it was.

Everyone's face carried no extra expression, as if they were completely indifferent to everything.

Shen Changqing was already accustomed to this.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution responsible for maintaining the stability of Great Qin. Its main duty was to slay demons, monsters, and supernatural beings, though it also handled some other side operations.

It could be said.

That every person in the Demon Suppression Division had much blood on their hands.

When someone becomes accustomed to life and death, they grow indifferent to many things.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing found it somewhat uncomfortable, but over time he grew accustomed to it.

The Demon Suppression Division was vast.

Those who could remain in the Demon Suppression Division were either powerful experts or people with the potential to become experts.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter category.

The Demon Suppression Division was divided into two main roles: the Garrison Envoy and the Demon Subduing Envoy.

Anyone entering the Demon Suppression Division started from the lowest level as a Demon Subduing Envoy,

then gradually advanced, with the ultimate hope of becoming a Garrison Envoy.

Shen Changqing's previous self was a probationary Demon Subduing Envoy in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest rank among the Demon Subduing Envoys.

Possessing the memories of his previous self,

he was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

Without taking much time, Shen Changqing stopped before a pavilion.

Unlike other solemn and murderous places in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility amidst the blood-soaked Demon Suppression Division.

At this moment, the pavilion's main door was wide open, with people occasionally entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before striding inside.

Upon entering the pavilion,

the environment suddenly changed.

The scent of ink mixed with a faint bloody odor rushed toward him, causing him to instinctively frown, but his expression quickly relaxed.

The bloody smell that clung to everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash clean.