Everyone instantly thought of something.
"Could it be..."
"It was Old He." Fan Wujiao snorted. "Your director."
"Impossible!" Dong Qianqiu suddenly shouted. "How could it be the director?!"
"Qianqiu, calm down." Du Yu gently squeezed her wrist. "I can't say with absolute certainty that the director did this, either. We won't know the truth until we find him."
"There's no need to look!" Dong Qianqiu began to tremble. "The director definitely didn't do this!"
"Qianqiu, you..." Du Yu rarely saw Dong Qianqiu lose control of her emotions. "We haven't reached a conclusion yet..."
"I said it wasn't him, so it wasn't him!" Dong Qianqiu shoved Du Yu away and ran off.
She went into her office, crouched on the floor, and kept shaking her head.
"It couldn't have been him..."
Every scene of her encounter with He Suoyi a thousand years ago flashed through her mind. She refused to believe that such a kindly man would attempt an assassination.
"Director... Old Man He..." Dong Qianqiu called out through her tears. "You wouldn't do something like this... but where are you..."
The Song Dynasty, during the Jingde era.
"Qianqiu, does this meat smell good?" a tall, thin man asked the little girl in front of him.
The little girl's face was filthy, and her clothes were in tatters. She stared at the bubbling pot, swallowed her saliva, and nodded.
After it had cooked a while, the man asked again, "Qianqiu, doesn't this meat smell delicious?"
"Yes." The little girl nodded again.
The man stirred the pot with a stick. Several long, slender bones rolled to the surface, the meat on them cooked so tender that it fell off at a touch.
A strange fragrance rose from the churning pot of meat, drifting outward with the constantly bubbling broth.
"Dad, can