"Yuluo, have you noticed something?" Xue Yunfeng stared at the ever-growing pile of information, looking thoughtful.
"Meng Young Master is being far too cooperative." Rainfall on the Mortal Realm chuckled. "At first, you could say we tricked him into talking. Now... heh, he might as well be shouting at the top of his lungs that he's a law-abiding citizen and asking for leniency in exchange for confessing."
"No wonder your questions progressed so carefully..." Xue Yunfeng gave Rainfall on the Mortal Realm a slightly dazed look.
Many of the densely packed conversational prompts this fellow had given Cunlü followed a chain of cause and effect.
Once she finished the first page, if she received answers to everything, she was to move to page three. She was to return to page two halfway through page three, then, if she received answers to all those questions as well, continue from the bottom half of page three to the end.
But if he kept dodging the questions on page one, she was to go straight to page two and leave the rest unasked until they gave her further instructions.
Xue Yunfeng was puzzled. "Why ask the questions on page two if he didn't have any such intentions?"
"The questions on page two all look like domestic gossip, as though she's digging into the Meng Family's sordid private squabbles." Rainfall on the Mortal Realm's voice remained steady. "If Meng Young Master were utterly devoted to his family, he would certainly suspect something was off about Cunlü.
"But if she kept asking about those things... given Meng Young Master's self-important personality and utter contempt for beautiful women, he would inevitably categorize Cunlü as a vulgar gossip who was fascinated by the trivial affairs of high society.
"That would help reinforce Cunlü's cover.
"Of course, in