Afterward, Zhao Han went to see the second person.
That person was, of course, Qian Huaiyi.
The clerk led Zhao Han into another cell.
This cell was much more heavily guarded. More than a dozen Yamen Runners stood around it, keeping the prisoner firmly surrounded.
Zhao Han stepped forward and observed him through the bars.
The man was handsome, dressed in blue, with a long topknot. There was a hint of unrestrained wildness on his face. He was rather striking and masculine, somewhat like Liu Xianglian.
Zhao Han then subconsciously thought that, in the relationship between him and Wang Xin, this fellow should have been the dominant one.
Ah, she could not keep thinking about this. Any further and it would become indescribable.
Zhao Han hurriedly dismissed the thought.
Then she stepped forward and asked, "Are you Qian Huaiyi?"
Qian Huaiyi glanced at Jia Baoyu.
Leaning against the bars,
he appeared completely unmoved.
"Don't you want to protest your innocence?"
"Qian Huaiyi, why aren't you speaking?"
At that moment, the clerk said, "My lord, this fellow has not uttered a single word since he was brought in."
Zhao Han understood. This fellow must have had many secrets he could not speak aloud.
Or rather, once he spoke, people could easily seize upon the flaws in his story.
It seemed his suspicion was considerable.
Murderers generally did not like talking.
Some foolish people liked to talk, but the more they said, the more mistakes they made.
"Qian Huaiyi, if you do not speak, aren't you afraid of being treated as the murderer?"
"To be honest, Zhao Youren has already confessed. He has told us everything, including how Wang Xin appeared at the bow in the middle of the night. You are now under great suspicion."
Qian Huaiyi's eyes changed when he