Chapter 148: The murderer who killed your precious son is among these people!

The fur was thick, the down was delicate and soft, light as clouds, and smooth and flexible, naturally swaying when the wind blew.

Plus that body size, one look and it was rabbit skin!

Although Chen Yan browsed the menu very quickly, he didn't see any dish about rabbit meat!

"Replying to the Young Master, those are wild rabbits brought back by the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master..."

"Ordered the kitchen to cook them into dishes!"

Dong Yu, who was questioned, glanced at the rabbit skins on the wall, swallowed his saliva, and said truthfully: "I saw the rabbit skins were of good quality, so I kept them, preparing to sell them for some silver to buy wine!"

In matters of life and death, Dong Yu didn't dare to hide even a little bit.

Rabbit skin wasn't as expensive as sable or fox fur, but it could be made into fur coats, hats, collars, etc., and could also be made into rabbit hair brushes...

It could be sold for quite a bit of silver.

"Don't be so nervous; I was just asking casually..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, patted Dong Yu's shoulder, and comforted him.

He paused, took out a one-hundred-tael silver note from his bosom, and continued: "Take it!"

"Go buy wine to drink!"

After saying that, he stuffed the silver note into the hands of the head chef who was trembling like a cicada in winter.

"One hundred taels?!"

Dong Yu, holding the silver note, saw the amount clearly, his body trembled, and he was astonished, stuttering: "This... this... Young Master, this isn't appropriate, right?"

"I can't accept it!"

That was one hundred taels!

It was several years' wages for Dong Yu, the head chef, without taking kickbacks...

And it was used by the Young Master to treat him to wine?!

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Chen Yan's mouth rose slightly, he waved his hand, and laughed: "You, Uncle Dong, have taken care of me quite a bit in the mansion in the past..."

He paused, his tone remained the same, and he pretended to threaten: "If you don't accept it, you are looking down on me, Chen Yan!"

In his memory, this little old man named Dong Yu was actually quite good...

After his mother passed away, he had helped him quite a bit and liked to save meat for Qingyu.

"So the Young Master has always remembered..."

Dong Yu's hand holding the silver note trembled slightly, quite moved, his eyes reddened, and he cupped his hands and bowed: "Thank you, Young Master!"

"Uncle Dong, tell me, how was this wild rabbit meat cooked?"

Chen Yan reached out, lifted the little old man, pointed to the rabbit skins on the wall, and asked.

"One was braised, one was marinated and then roasted..."

Dong Yu told the production process in detail, from cooking methods to what seasonings were used, all in minute detail.

Chen Yan listened quietly, rubbed his chin, as if thinking of something, and asked: "Were they all seasonings from the kitchen?"

"Correct."

Dong Yu was very certain, pushed the various bottles and jars on the stove, and said: "Everything used is here..."

Chen Yan nodded, opened the menu again, this time browsing carefully, pointed his finger at a dish name that appeared repeatedly, and said playfully: "Chen Cijiu is still as fond of eating crab as ever!"

In his memory, the thing called crab had always been Chen Cijiu's favorite.

No matter how expensive the price was, it was a staple dish in the Duke of Wei's mansion.

In the past years, when the original owner was lucky, he could barely get a crab claw or two...

"Yes."

Dong Yu said: "The Second Young Master basically eats it once every two or three days, at most four or five days..."

He paused, as if recalling something, and added: "In the past month, he also liked to eat it with persimmons!"

"Said it was to relieve greasiness!"

Because it was the favorite of the most favored little Duke, the frequency of crab appearing was extremely high...

It was just that Dong Yu didn't quite understand this recent way of eating.

"Persimmons with crab?"

Chen Yan repeated, a curve hooked at the corner of his mouth, and he said playfully: "It seems he really wants to become the Duke of Wei's heir!"

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Cijiu's intention couldn't be more obvious...

But according to the rites, as long as he, Chen Yan, lived for one day, without any major mistakes, the heir would always only be his...

Otherwise, his father and son wouldn't have racked their brains to send Chen Mouren into the Heavenly Prison...

"Young Master, we servants have all received the Lady's kindness..."

"We only recognize you as the only heir of the State Duke!"

Dong Yu heard this, his gaze sharpened, he cupped his hands, and said solemnly.

"Hmm."

"Uncle Dong, you go ahead and get busy; I'll go stroll around other places in the mansion..."

Chen Yan replied, without too much emotional fluctuation, and turned to leave the kitchen.

"How is the investigation going?"

Chen Tongyuan, who was waiting outside, saw Chen Yan leading Zhu Yi out, and immediately greeted him, asking impatiently.

"Have some clues..."

Chen Yan put his hands behind his back and said nonchalantly: "But I still need more clues!"

"Really... really?"

Chen Tongyuan was happy and asked tentatively.

He knew that the rebellious son now had some ability, but he didn't expect the progress to be so fast...

"Nonsense!"

"If I can't ferret out the real murderer, will you give me the Old Master's spirit tablet?"

Chen Yan rolled his eyes, curled his lips, and said extremely impatiently.

Chen Tongyuan didn't care about this attitude and pursued: "Then where are you prepared to continue investigating from?"

As long as he could ferret out the real murderer and avenge his beloved son, those things didn't matter...

"Zhuang Yumian's room!" Chen Yan said expressionlessly, speaking slowly.

"What?!"

Chen Tongyuan was startled, widened his eyes, and said in surprise: "You want to investigate her?!"

This Zhuang Yumian was none other than his beloved concubine...

"Otherwise?"

"Chen Cijiu died at the hands of an inside ghost; any person who is suspicious cannot be let go..."

Chen Yan shrugged and said: "If you are unwilling, then forget it!"

His words didn't have the slightest intention of forcing, but it was playing hard to get.

Chen Yan had figured out that someone cared more about his son than his woman...

Chen Tongyuan took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and after weighing it repeatedly, he squeezed out from between his teeth: "Investigate!"

"Must investigate to the end!"

"As long as we can ferret out the murderer, I will definitely cooperate with you!"

Duke of Wei's mansion.

Zhuang Yumian's room.

That woman's brows were like paintings, her egg-shaped face was covered with delicate lead powder, setting off skin as white as congealed fat, glowing with a warm luster.

A pair of phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, the corners of her eyes stained with faint rouge red; as her gaze flowed, she had both the tenderness and charm of a mature woman and the coquettishness of a young girl.

Under her slender willow brows, her eyelashes were long and dense; every time she lowered her eyes slightly, she cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

Her nose bridge was straight and delicate, her nose tip slightly upturned, her lip color like a dot of cinnabar, just like a bright red plum blossom dotted on her fair face; when she smiled, her dimples were shallow, adding a bit of coyness.

Her neck was slender, her skin delicate and smooth; a moon-white ru skirt embroidered with gold-threaded lotus patterns outlined her graceful figure, and a small piece of snow-white skin was exposed at the collar, looming.

The broken hair at her temples was slightly curled by the heat of the stove, adding a bit of lazy amorous feelings, setting off her thirty-year-old age to be even more gentle and beautiful.

"Auntie Yumian, long time no see!" Chen Yan pushed the door and entered, greeting her.

"A Yan, Cijiu's matter wasn't done by me..."

"It has nothing to do with me!"

"You have to believe me!"

The servants had already reported Chen Yan's intention; the moment Zhuang Yumian saw him appear, she immediately began to defend herself.

"Tsk!"

But Chen Yan turned a deaf ear, his gaze swirling on the woman, and he sighed: "As expected of the woman who fascinated Chen Tongyuan!"

"This face, this figure, this charming demeanor, truly a stunner!"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the woman's small hand.

He was clearly in the appearance of being possessed by Fengxian.

"Ah!"

At the moment of skin contact, Zhuang Yumian hurriedly withdrew her hand, retreated a few steps, exclaimed, and asked: "What are you doing?"

"Don't be afraid!"

Chen Yan smiled, sniffed the lingering fragrance on his hand, and said playfully: "Just feeling your enchantment, Auntie!"

This ripe honey peach was making Chen Yan's heart itch...

Who wouldn't want to learn from Little Gao Wang and drive a big car?

"Lecher!"

"Chen Yan, how long has it been, and you have become so dissolute?"

"I am your auntie!"

Zhuang Yumian retreated to the corner of the wall, trembling, and scolded.

This was the exact opposite of the Chen Yan in her memory, like two different people!

"So what?"

Chen Yan didn't care, and said that classic line: "I will inherit all of my father's legacy, including you, Little Mother!"

As he spoke, he licked his lips.

"You... you... don't mess around!" Zhuang Yumian saw this, panicked, and reminded: "They are all still outside!"

"I know, so I won't do it now..." Chen Yan stretched, finished teasing, and walked out.

Anyway, Chen Mouren wasn't in a rush; this time he just used the excuse to check in...

As for how to justify taking her into his pocket, Li Zhi had already given the standard answer.

He could let his little mother go be a nun...

And then bring her back.

One stick of incense later.

Main courtyard.

Where Chen Cijiu's corpse was parked.

The illegitimate sons and daughters born to the concubines in the mansion were all present.

"Why did you gather them all together?" Chen Tongyuan scanned the children present and asked in confusion.

"What else?"

"Of course, it's to ferret out the murderer!"

Chen Yan smiled, his fingertips swept across those half-brothers and sisters, and he said playfully: "The murderer who killed your precious son is among these people!" ===== CHAPTER 149 =====