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Chapter 368 The Strange Duke of Qi's Mansion

"Dead!"

"This Marco is really out of control..."

"Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a wealthy young master."

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, such a short life."

The startled horse crashed into the wall and died instantly. After their initial fear, the people gradually gathered around Pei Huaiying and began to comment on his actions.

A servant rushed over, not daring to move Pei Huaiying, and could only hurriedly call out, "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, wake up!"

The people on the ground were lifeless, and their pupils gradually became dilated.

"It seems there's no hope," the people said regretfully. "We should quickly inform his family."

Shen Fuhan returned to the jewelry shop with a solemn expression.

Wen Jiayue quickly asked, "What happened?"

She vaguely heard someone shout "Someone's dead!" and didn't dare to make any rash moves.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before speaking: "Pei Huaiying is dead."

He was still talking to him last night, and today he died a violent death. It's hard not to connect the cause of death with Pei Huaijin.

Wen Jiayue was also shocked. How could Pei Huaiying be dead now?

She clearly remembered that Pei Huaiying passed away at the beginning of the year in which she died!

She quickly asked, "What happened?"

"It looks like the horse was frightened."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. The cause of death was the same, but why was it so far earlier?

Shen Fuhan said, "Now that we've encountered this matter, there's no reason for us to sit idly by. Come with me."

He didn't believe it was just a coincidence, and he wanted to investigate the matter himself.

Wen Jiayue naturally agreed.

As they walked out of the jewelry shop, Shen Fuhan covered her eyes and instructed her, "Don't look that way."

Pei Huaiying's death was rather tragic, and he didn't want her to have nightmares.

Wen Jiayue wasn't curious and obediently got into the carriage.

Shen Fuhan went to negotiate with Pei Huaiying's servant. After revealing his identity, the servant cried and begged him to save him, as if he had seen a lifeline.

But Pei Huaiying was clearly powerless to reverse the situation.

"Have we notified the Duke of Qi's mansion yet?" Shen Fuhan asked calmly.

The servant wiped his tears with his sleeve, completely terrified.

"No, this time, only I accompanied the Second Young Master out. I never expected this, I never expected..."

Shen Fuhan said, "I'm going to the Duke's mansion. You can stay here and keep watch."

He ordered his guards to surround Pei Huaiying, forbidding anyone from approaching. He also ordered the dead, mad horse by the wall to be protected, and to wait for the officials from the Duke of Qi's mansion and the Dali Temple to arrive before making a decision.

Shen Fuhan quickly boarded the carriage and headed to the Duke of Qi's residence.

Wen Jiayue asked anxiously, "Is there really no hope of saving Young Master Pei?"

"I just checked his breathing and took his pulse; he's already dead."

Wen Jiayue squeezed his hand and asked softly, "Is there something fishy about this?"

The person who was supposed to die a year later passed away prematurely, which made her think a lot.

She was a reborn person, but she never interfered with Pei Huaiying's decisions, so his cause of death had nothing to do with her.

If it was just because the horse was startled, why didn't he die at this time in his previous life?

Shen Fuhan asked, "Don't you believe this was just an accident?"

Wen Jiayue came to her senses: "I don't know either, I was just guessing."

“Ah Yue’s guess is correct,” Shen Fuhan said. “Don’t worry, I will check it carefully.”

Before the matter was settled, he didn't want to tell Wen Jiayue that Pei Huaijin was a suspect.

If it turns out to be just an accident, it would only damage his image in her eyes. He wouldn't do something that would be a losing proposition.

However, as long as he finds any clues about Pei Huaijin, he will tell Wen Jiayue so that she knows he is not a good person at all.

The place was not far from the Duke of Qi's residence, and we arrived at our destination quickly.

Shen Fuhan helped Wen Jiayue down from the carriage. This matter was of great importance. After explaining their purpose, the guards let them into the mansion.

One of the guards quickly ran to inform everyone in the Duke of Qi's mansion.

Shen Fuhan didn't rush to the main courtyard. After all, it was such a big matter, and the Duke and Duchess of Qi would probably arrive soon. They would meet on the way.

Unexpectedly, even after walking all the way to the front of the main courtyard, they still couldn't see the Duke of Qi and his wife.

Shen Fuhan frowned. Hearing that the child was in trouble, he should be anxious. Why was he acting so irrationally?

Wen Jiayue also sensed something was amiss and asked in a low voice, "Is the Duke of Qi's family not in the mansion?"

As soon as I entered the main courtyard, the door to the main hall opened.

The Duke of Qi was in tears, his hand seemingly injured and bandaged with a strip of cloth, which looked like Pei Huaijin's clothes.

He helped the Duke of Qi up, reminding him to be careful on the steps, followed by the Duke's wife, who looked visibly haggard.

Shen Fuhan observed them calmly and walked forward.

When the Duke of Qi saw him, he quickly took two steps forward to greet him and asked in a trembling voice, "Is my son... still alive?"

Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I hope you will take care of your grief, Uncle and Aunt."

The Duchess of Qi burst into a heart-wrenching cry: "My child!"

Wen Jiayue almost burst into tears upon hearing this, and quickly went to help her up, feeling equally distressed herself.

She had only met Pei Huaiying a few times, but the sudden death of someone who should have had another year to live was heartbreaking no matter how she thought about it.

After the Pei family members calmed down a bit, Shen Fuhan gave a brief account of the incident.

The Duke of Qi sighed deeply: "He has loved riding horses since he was a child. He wouldn't listen to scolding or beating him. I knew this day would come!"

"If only I had tried to persuade him a little more," the Duchess of Qi sobbed, "I shouldn't have let him ride around the streets all day long..."

Shen Fuhan looked at Pei Huaijin, whose eyes were always lowered, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

As if sensing his gaze, Pei Huaijin looked at him with a sorrowful expression.

Shen Fuhan said, "Please accept my condolences."

Pei Huaijin nodded silently and sighed softly, seemingly filled with endless regret for his younger brother.

Shen Fuhan looked away and at the Duke of Qi's hand, asking, "How did you hurt your hand, Uncle?"

"After hearing the guard's report, Father panicked and broke the teacup," Pei Huaijin explained. "The broken porcelain shards cut Father's hand, so he bandaged it with my clothes, which is why we were delayed."

"Did your uncle go to pick up the porcelain shards? Otherwise, why would he have gotten cut?"

Pei Huaijin calmly explained, "Shards of porcelain can fly up, and this one just happened to land on Father's hand, cutting him."

Such a coincidence?

This reason failed to convince Shen Fuhan at all, and he wanted to ask again. The Duke of Qi choked up and said, "It's just a wound. How can it be more important than Ying'er? Let's go quickly!"

Shen Fuhan glanced at the Duke of Qi's hand and remained silent.

Not only Pei Huaijin, but the whole family seemed to have something strange about them.