"If it was a theft, why would they go to the ancestral temple where there's absolutely no one?" The Crown Prince stood up and paced around the room. "All the servants working at the memorial hall insist on the same story, but they might have been coerced. You should go further away and look for those in remote places to inquire."
"As you command."
The eunuch retreated.
The Crown Prince rotated the thumb ring on his hand and squinted as he looked out at the passersby in the distance outside the window.
The mourning at Prince Rong's Mansion shook the entire capital city, and the people coming to pay their respects were like a continuous stream of fish crossing the river.
The mansion opened up the entire west route to host the visitors, and as it approached noon, more and more people arrived.
The noblewomen of the aristocratic families would not join such a scene. After paying their respects, they typically found a quiet place to sit and drink tea.
