"So, in your opinion, no one's being hidden here?"
Guang Ling asked.
Jiang Mo nodded, looking at the dust on his finger. "Not necessarily. Although there's plenty of dust on the bed, the fragrance still lingers in the air. That means someone has been coming in and out of this secret chamber. But since it's in the Papal Hall, that someone must be our Pope. As for whether anyone was hidden here, look at the dust on the floor."
Jiang Mo crouched down and swept a hand over the floor. "It's not as thick as on the bed."
He raised his finger for Guang Ling to see. "Clearly, people rarely come in here, and they haven't visited often. It doesn't look like anyone's been hidden here."
"Is that so?"
Guang Ling crouched down too and inspected the floor. It was exactly as Jiang Mo had said: at the very least, no one had lived here for a long time.
"Could it really not have been her?"
Guang Ling murmured.
If they couldn't find any trace of Xuan Ling here, then Yu Xiaogang's words might not be true. Or had Bibi Dong already moved him elsewhere?
He trusted that Qian Renyue's judgment wasn't wrong, yet there truly was no sign of an outsider here.
"Fifth Brother, it doesn't look like Xuan Ling was here."
Jiang Mo explained, "Apart from some perfume, there's no other scent here at all. There's no way Xuan Ling stayed here."
"Did that Yu Xiaogang fellow pull the wool over your eyes?" he added.
"..."
When Guang Ling said nothing, Jiang Mo continued, "Fifth Brother, I think it'd be best to ask Eldest Brother and Second Brother about this. They might not tell the truth, but we could use a few little tricks!"
Little tricks?
*What little