Li Hu still answered with a blank look in his eyes.
"About one li to the west of the pier, there are some reefs where they often throw people into the river."
Having gotten a precise answer, Peng Wang immediately ordered Zhang Qing to take all the officials to look for the person.
At the same time, he also realized clearly that He Zhiran must still have something to ask, so he did not hurry to leave with them.
He Zhiran continued to ask in front of Peng Wang.
"Why did you harm the Eighth Old Zhou?"
"Only with him not coming back could the crime of He's escape be confirmed."
"Why did you do this?"
"Because Miss Li Rou did not like the He family, and I also wanted to take this opportunity to deal with the Mohist School."
Having asked this far, He Zhiran was already certain of her guess.
Li Hu must absolutely be someone stationed here as an eye from the capital city.
No wonder Mo Jiuye did not discover anyone tailing them...
Peng Wang knew that later He Zhiran would ask who had commanded Li Hu to do these things.
These were all the rotten affairs between the higher-ups, and he, a petty little official, did not want to get involved.
The more one knew, the faster one died.
Therefore, before He Zhiran opened her mouth to ask Li Hu the next question, Peng Wang turned and left the room.
He Zhiran secretly admired Peng Wang for living wisely, and at the same time, impatiently asked the next question.
"Who ordered you to deal with the Mohist School?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" He Zhiran was very clear that at this moment Li Hu would not lie. Since he said he didn't know, then he certainly didn't know.
But having gotten a bit of a lead, she didn't want to give up just like that.
"Who was the person you were in contact with? You don't know either?"
"The person who had me do these things, I've only seen him once. It was dark and I didn't see his appearance clearly, but the sound of his voice was rather shrill, he should be a eunuch."
A eunuch?
The only ones who could order eunuchs around were the imperial family.
Other than the Emperor, the princes, princesses, and concubines in the harem were all possibilities...
Thinking this way, the target had become quite large.
But He Zhiran also knew that it was unlikely she could get any more useful information from Li Hu.
He Zhiran put the necklace into her space, then turned and left to find Peng Wang.
"Master Peng, I've finished asking my questions, Li Hu will be able to regain consciousness soon."
At this moment Peng Wang was already somewhat at his wit's end.
Even without hearing He Zhiran's later questions, he could guess that Li Hu was someone's man higher up.
The facts of Li Hu's harming the Eighth Old Zhou were clear, how should he deal with the aftermath?
In principle, Li Hu was extremely evil, and any punishment would not be excessive, but if he offended someone important, could he keep his own head?
He Zhiran had just taken a few steps and did not hear the sound of Peng Wang entering the room.
She turned back and indeed saw Peng Wang still standing there in a daze.
"Master Peng, Li Hu's crime is a fact. It is most appropriate for the government to try this kind of case."
He Zhiran's words could be said to have pointed a bright path for Peng Wang.
Peng Wang nodded gratefully at He Zhiran: "Good, I understand."
This method was too good. It would not only punish Li Hu and avenge the Eighth Old Zhou, but also spare him from having to personally tidy up the aftermath of Li Hu provoking someone higher up. It was simply killing two birds with one stone.
At this time, Peng Wang admired He Zhiran even more. She was absolutely a woman with both ability and wisdom.
He Zhiran knew she would not stay at the inn for long. According to Li Hu's meaning, the Eighth Old Zhou would be thrown into the river.
The Eighth Old Zhou was quite a decent person, and she thought that if she could save him, she would lend a hand.
But before leaving, she had to give the Mohists a reassurance, to let them know clearly that she was not in danger.
Also, the goods from the general store and cloth shop being delivered soon would need someone to receive them.
The Mohist women were anxiously waiting for news from He Zhiran's side. Seeing her return, they all crowded around her to ask after her health, afraid she had suffered, it seemed.
It was easy enough to say a few words to reassure those sisters with simpler thoughts, He Zhiran just told them she was fine to set their hearts at ease.
But with Mo Jiuye it would not be so easy to gloss things over in a few words.
From the moment he heard the quarrel break out between He Zhiran and Li Hu at the door, Mo Jiuye had been standing at the edge of the door. If He Zhiran suffered any disadvantage, he would rush out to save her regardless of anything.
Later, hearing that Peng Wang had come forward and did not make things difficult for He Zhiran, his tense heart finally relaxed a little.
Now seeing He Zhiran return safe and sound, he would ask for a clear account of things before letting her leave, no matter what.
"Did you get any useful information from Li Hu just now?"
"I found out that he had someone tie up the Eighth Old Zhou to drown him in the river.
Li Hu had someone behind him giving orders, but it's a long story. Let me go save the person first, then come back and explain in detail to you."
Although Mo Jiuye still had countless more questions in his heart, hearing that she was going to rescue someone, he could only repress asking for the time being.
He now only resented himself - on the surface he was still an injured person unable to move easily. Otherwise, he would never have let He Zhiran face these things alone.
"Since that's the case, be careful about your own safety."
Mo Jiuye guiltily turned away, no longer looking at He Zhiran.
He Zhiran did not dare delay time. She rushed to the location Li Hu had described together with Peng Wang.
At this time Peng Wang was also eager to save the person. Despite his body still feeling a bit uncomfortable, he did not dare delay one bit.
The two ran all the way, and in about fifteen minutes they arrived at the specified place.
In addition to the officials, it was also surrounded by common folk who had come to watch the lively scene.
Peng Wang pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, with He Zhiran following close behind.
The Eighth Old Zhou lay in the center of the crowd, eyes tightly shut, seemingly already dead.
The officials had sorrowful expressions. Seeing Peng Wang come over, Zhang Qing wiped his eyes and came before him.
"Boss, the Eighth Old Zhou, he... he... has passed away."
Peng Wang had already guessed the answer upon first seeing the Eighth Old Zhou's condition.
It seemed they had still come too late.
But He Zhiran did not watch as the officials grieved there. She swiftly came before the Eighth Old Zhou, resting her fingers on the carotid artery at his neck, hoping she could still detect the presence of vital signs.
One official came over with reddened eyes.
"Miss He, we've already checked, he's dead."
But He Zhiran did not respond to the official, and started performing CPR on the Eighth Old Zhou right in front of everyone.
Her bizarre actions provoked a wave of sighs from the people around.
"What is this woman trying to do?"
"That's right, the man's already dead through and through, what's she still fussing over?"
"Look at her, her actions are so indecent. She really has no shame."
But He Zhiran completely ignored their words. In her heart, even if there was only a shred of hope, she would not give up on treatment.
Seeing that two minutes had already passed with the Eighth Old Zhou still completely unresponsive, Peng Wang did not understand the principles of CPR, but he knew clearly in his heart that He Zhiran was trying to save the person.
However, seeing that the Eighth Old Zhou remained motionless, he couldn't help stepping forward to advise:
"Miss He, since Old Zhou has already passed away, let him rest in peace!"
But He Zhiran's actions did not cease because of Peng Wang's words.
Only seeing her next move once again shocked everyone present.
