"Third Master suddenly said he was going out last night, and wouldn't let us follow him—if I'd known this would happen, I never would've let Third Master go alone..."
"Yes, yes, get to the point, get to the point."
"Third Master never came back after leaving. By around the Zi Hour, there was still no word from him, and we brothers felt something was wrong—after all, Second Master had only just returned. Even if Third Master had the guts of a bear, he wouldn't dare stay out all night."
"...After asking around, it turned out no one had seen Third Master. So we begged the steward to send more men, and searched the whole compound. Then we found... found Third Master..."
"Waaah, my poor Third Master! How could you just leave us like this?!"
"Did Third Master do anything unusual when he left? Well... oh, right! When Third Master went out, he deliberately put on a Woolen Coat and changed into his Deer Velvet Thick-Soled Boots!"
"Third Master, oh, Third Master, you died such an unjust death..."
Jia Huan's personal servant was truly a tough one. Afraid his master's family would vent their anger on him, he dug both hands into his eye sockets and rubbed hard, actually squeezing out two streams of hot tears.
Seeing this, Aunt Zhao immediately joined in the wailing, every sentence aimed squarely at Jia Baoyu, as if she had personally witnessed Jia Baoyu murdering her son.
Lin Daiyu and Shi Xiangyun, meanwhile, were no pushovers either. Like two guardian generals, they stood protectively on either side of Baoyu, firing back with sharp tongues.
One said, "The murder weapon is clearly a woman's hairpin. It has nothing whatsoever to do with Brother Bao. Auntie, please show some respect."
The other said, "Brother Bao had been